Three, no actually four of them have committed this sin. Wait- there’s five of them, yes, five. This is a transgression for which they need to seek divine help, forgiveness, intervention. Their eyes are attracted to bright colors, when they should actually be looking for more laid back, earthy tones.
Kati, where do I start? From the source perhaps. Which happens to be the open-air markets where these second-hand clothes have taken over. Poor and rich – we all buy. Just dive into the pile, go for the brightest looking piece or garment, yank it out, shake-shake it a bit, and then hold it against your body and see if it fits. It does, or does it? Start haggling.
“Nnina lukumi.” You say hopefully.
“Madam, wawulidde nga mpita nkumi ssatu. Tommalira biseera, kizeewo!”
And because you know you can go and rework the outfit, whittle it down to your size, you look into your purse and give him his 3,000 shillings.
A few meters away, this bespectacled man, who may be in his thirties but looks like he is fast approaching 50, is yelling about his sweaters. “Abakyala, wofiisi, come and buy, Ange Noir, Tropicana, obusweeta buli wano, come and buyiiiiiiii!”
Yesterday was kind of cold. One guy was dressed like he was buffering himself against winter. Purple shirt, light purple sweater, blue jacket.
I did a double-take—— there are things like these that are not supposed to happen.
Light purple sweater, like lavender, mauve, lilac?
Today someone’s in a sunshine yellow blouse- he thinks it is a sweater. The other week another man wore a red “sweater”. Complete with small sweet heart-shaped buttons on the sleeves.
The blouse-wearing culprits need to be enlightened. When vendors are yelling about sweaters, they should know that not everything that is woolen, long-sleeved, and does not have buttons up its front, is a man’s sweater.
You know how when you’re being too girly-girly?
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