On my mind are the fragrances that used to converge and which increased their volume of scent as Christmas approached.
They included the hunger pang-generating aroma from the cooking chapatis, and the pungent smoke odour from the paraffin jikos which were brought back to use after resting for a whole year since the last Christmas.
This thought has been provoked by the book entitled, “Song of Lawino” by Okot p’Bitek, when the speaker says:
“When the beautiful one, with whom I share my husband, returns from cooking her hair, she resembles a chicken.”
Over and above that part of sharing the husband, my mind notes the irony that the so called beautiful one is equated to a chicken. It remembers, by the way that “Irony” is a form of literally style, just like Satire, Metaphor, Simile, and Metonymy; but that’s a story for another day.Continue Reading "Fragrances Of Christmas"