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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Love stories / Romance
- Subject: Adventure
- Published: 12/30/2012
THOROUGHLY EMBARRASSED
Born 1986, M, from Nairobi, Kenya“Avoid eating too much chapatti ‘madondo’.” Mother would always tease me whenever I had polluted the air. ‘Madondo’, a common word meaning cooked beans. All these fell on deaf ears as I just imagined life without my favourite dish. It was to be my birthday and everything had been properly prearranged. After the monotonous lunch at school which comprised of boiled beans and maize (githeri), I was called by our beautiful lean secretary who informed me that my loving mother was at the parking lot waiting for me. Immeasurable joy burst within me as I started building castles on the air on how I would celebrate the most important day in my life. I quickly packed up my books and bade my pals goodbye.
“Over here daughter.” came the charismatic voice of mother. I quickly ran towards her and gave her a passionate hug. “I came to collect you for your birthday party. I promise I have a big surprise for you mommy.” She said so passionately that I easily fell for it. “Come on, get in I bet you don’t want to be late.” She opened for me the door of the brand-new Toyota Vitz father bought her just the other day. After boarding the car we left at a terrific speed that could leave cheetah hanging in shame. My heart throbbed with excitement as I kept imagining what lay ahead for me. However my stomach brought me much discomfort as sudden gas started inflating it. I had to put up with the situation lest I ruined the day. After all it would be for few hours. I consoled myself. Little did I know this was clear indication of hell that would soon break loose on me.
Soon we alighted home. Mother then blindfolded me and led me inside onto a cosy chair. I took a seat and just as she was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. She made me promise not to touch the blindfold until she returned and went to answer the call. The beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable. So while my mother was out of the room and believing I was alone in the house, I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight on one leg, raised my bottom and let one go. It was not only loud, but it also smelled like a dead rat or to say the least a fertilizer track running over a skunk. I took my handkerchief from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then, shifting to the other buttock, I ripped off three more. Now I was feeling much better and let out a sigh of relief. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversations in the other room, I went on like this for other few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable as I kept feeling better and better. However the room was now suffocating with the gas which could easily make an intruder throw up as soon as he entered the house. I wondered what my mother would say.
When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my skirt and handkerchief. I placed the handkerchief on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been as innocent as that of a baby when my mother finally came in apologizing for taking so long. She asked me whether I had peeped through the blindfold, and I assured her I had not. At this point, she removed the blindfold, and what I saw almost made my eyes pop out of their sockets as I sank in shame. Twelve journalists who were my mother’s colleagues, father, relatives and friends were all sat at the table. Two of the journalists were very busy on camera recording me. I was fully embarrassed and almost broke in tears of sorrow as guilt and concern swirled within me.
Noting my dilemma, they all burst into chorus as others couldn’t contain their excitement, “Happy Birthday,” Although everyone assumed nothing happened, it was clear on their faces that they were fully surprised on the kind of upbringing my parents gave me. I ought not to have eaten that beans especially that day. However if wishes were horses, beggars might ride and like the proverbial saying, never cry over spilt milk, I had to let it go. Since that day, I’ve never disobeyed my parent’s advice.
THOROUGHLY EMBARRASSED(Jason Otieno)
“Avoid eating too much chapatti ‘madondo’.” Mother would always tease me whenever I had polluted the air. ‘Madondo’, a common word meaning cooked beans. All these fell on deaf ears as I just imagined life without my favourite dish. It was to be my birthday and everything had been properly prearranged. After the monotonous lunch at school which comprised of boiled beans and maize (githeri), I was called by our beautiful lean secretary who informed me that my loving mother was at the parking lot waiting for me. Immeasurable joy burst within me as I started building castles on the air on how I would celebrate the most important day in my life. I quickly packed up my books and bade my pals goodbye.
“Over here daughter.” came the charismatic voice of mother. I quickly ran towards her and gave her a passionate hug. “I came to collect you for your birthday party. I promise I have a big surprise for you mommy.” She said so passionately that I easily fell for it. “Come on, get in I bet you don’t want to be late.” She opened for me the door of the brand-new Toyota Vitz father bought her just the other day. After boarding the car we left at a terrific speed that could leave cheetah hanging in shame. My heart throbbed with excitement as I kept imagining what lay ahead for me. However my stomach brought me much discomfort as sudden gas started inflating it. I had to put up with the situation lest I ruined the day. After all it would be for few hours. I consoled myself. Little did I know this was clear indication of hell that would soon break loose on me.
Soon we alighted home. Mother then blindfolded me and led me inside onto a cosy chair. I took a seat and just as she was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. She made me promise not to touch the blindfold until she returned and went to answer the call. The beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming most unbearable. So while my mother was out of the room and believing I was alone in the house, I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight on one leg, raised my bottom and let one go. It was not only loud, but it also smelled like a dead rat or to say the least a fertilizer track running over a skunk. I took my handkerchief from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then, shifting to the other buttock, I ripped off three more. Now I was feeling much better and let out a sigh of relief. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversations in the other room, I went on like this for other few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable as I kept feeling better and better. However the room was now suffocating with the gas which could easily make an intruder throw up as soon as he entered the house. I wondered what my mother would say.
When eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my skirt and handkerchief. I placed the handkerchief on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been as innocent as that of a baby when my mother finally came in apologizing for taking so long. She asked me whether I had peeped through the blindfold, and I assured her I had not. At this point, she removed the blindfold, and what I saw almost made my eyes pop out of their sockets as I sank in shame. Twelve journalists who were my mother’s colleagues, father, relatives and friends were all sat at the table. Two of the journalists were very busy on camera recording me. I was fully embarrassed and almost broke in tears of sorrow as guilt and concern swirled within me.
Noting my dilemma, they all burst into chorus as others couldn’t contain their excitement, “Happy Birthday,” Although everyone assumed nothing happened, it was clear on their faces that they were fully surprised on the kind of upbringing my parents gave me. I ought not to have eaten that beans especially that day. However if wishes were horses, beggars might ride and like the proverbial saying, never cry over spilt milk, I had to let it go. Since that day, I’ve never disobeyed my parent’s advice.
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