Jane Kinyanjui
@janekinyanjui962823
1 year ago

#Nirclestories
The girl from the Village

Growing up,I was not very girly,shorts wearer,tree climber, I mean,miembe na mikorofia.
I was also an expert in sliding in the rain.
Girls in my class started growing boobs ,I was still as flat as a pancake .Yaani my hormones slept in class,they were late
When girls were wearing boobtops I was rocking my full laced kamisi.
I gave maitu Wanjiru pressure until she bought me a BT.
I used to put passion fruits in it while we were in the field playing.
You know boys loved watching girls play and boobs were a thing for them.
One day as I was jumping ngerwa one passion fruit jumped with me and rolled towards the direction the boys were,I digressed, that's a story for another day.

Back to our main storo.
So when those hormones kicked in,girls started bathing atleast thrice a week,well I was still showering once a week.
They started applying,vestline,lady gay and another one that had a round pack.
So they would smell so good.
When my late hormones kicked in,it was my time to smell good.
Mama was very cooperative,God bless that woman,she bought me the one in a round pack, can't remember the brand but it was pink.
It used to smell like nectar.

I remember she bought it on a sunday afternoon and brought it as a surprise.
I couldn't wait for monday,to show them what my Mama gave me or rather to make them smell.
I even showered that morning with that cold.
I applied my nectar smelling lotion generously.
My walk to school was a jovial one until I started hearing twon sounds of tiiii behind me.
I thought it was flies but the buzzing was persistent and alarming.
I felt a sting on my left ear lobe, that's when it dawned on me,the bees thought I was a walking nectar.
Weee,the tiiii continued,I shot like Mr Kip,the only difference was that I was running for my life not to beat any record
By the time I was reaching the school gate, I was sweating and dusty,back to factory settings.
I spent the day with inpropotional ears,that was the end of me trying to impress.
Moral lesson: actually, there's none