Never Shop with Family
Ok, so don’t ever ever ever go out shopping with my mom and her sisters. I thought going out shopping with my mom would be embarrassing, but going out with my aunts was three times more thwarting!
Aunty 1 wanted to get some black cloth… which seems to have been out of production since the past 2 centuries since none of the shops had it in stock. Anyhow, I found my self walking around with a bunch of ladies in black talking really loudly, screaming out at each other from across the road. The fact that they all were speaking in Swahili made it even more traumatic for me because shop keepers would stand and gasp at what seemed to be 3 fair people in Abayas rampage across the streets of Rolla.
Not to mention each of my aunt would go to a different shop at the same time, and my mom would get lost in another shop, then I would be stranded on the pavement thinking who in the world I should follow! I took the safer option. None. It is better to look lost than to be in the shop, standing next to a woman, messing up the textile shop by throwing (literally) cloth rolls around.
We ended up going to Ajman, my aunty also wanted to get some embroidery work done. Near one of the shops, there was this goat, tied to a small pole. Aunty 2 kept on coming into the shop saying ‘baaa baaa’ (in a goats voice) and then saying in Swahili… ‘did you see Sheik Yousef?’ or saying ’Oh look, he looks really ugly’… ‘or ufff… it smells’ and then back to the ‘baaa baaa’
Oh God! Why! Why! Me?! Couldn’t my family be normal?
I left the house with 3 other women, carrying three purses… I came home with 4 purses on me, 5 shopping bags and 3 other women carrying nothing but their own body weight. Now, I know why my mom was adamant that I come along… and I thought she liked my company!
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Happy Birthday Baba!
Wub you! Yes, I know I trouble you a lot with all the make up putting and jewelry modeling I make you do… but in the end… you are my Barbie doll in fathers clothing :) wub you! *hug*
Dated: 26 Dec '06.
Aunty 1 wanted to get some black cloth… which seems to have been out of production since the past 2 centuries since none of the shops had it in stock. Anyhow, I found my self walking around with a bunch of ladies in black talking really loudly, screaming out at each other from across the road. The fact that they all were speaking in Swahili made it even more traumatic for me because shop keepers would stand and gasp at what seemed to be 3 fair people in Abayas rampage across the streets of Rolla.
Not to mention each of my aunt would go to a different shop at the same time, and my mom would get lost in another shop, then I would be stranded on the pavement thinking who in the world I should follow! I took the safer option. None. It is better to look lost than to be in the shop, standing next to a woman, messing up the textile shop by throwing (literally) cloth rolls around.
We ended up going to Ajman, my aunty also wanted to get some embroidery work done. Near one of the shops, there was this goat, tied to a small pole. Aunty 2 kept on coming into the shop saying ‘baaa baaa’ (in a goats voice) and then saying in Swahili… ‘did you see Sheik Yousef?’ or saying ’Oh look, he looks really ugly’… ‘or ufff… it smells’ and then back to the ‘baaa baaa’
Oh God! Why! Why! Me?! Couldn’t my family be normal?
I left the house with 3 other women, carrying three purses… I came home with 4 purses on me, 5 shopping bags and 3 other women carrying nothing but their own body weight. Now, I know why my mom was adamant that I come along… and I thought she liked my company!
------------------------------------Late News -------------------------------------------------
Happy Birthday Baba!
Wub you! Yes, I know I trouble you a lot with all the make up putting and jewelry modeling I make you do… but in the end… you are my Barbie doll in fathers clothing :) wub you! *hug*
Dated: 26 Dec '06.
back from HELL: Spread the Blue
posted by Tassy Ali @ 8:07 PM
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6 Comments:
i wish ur mom also should read ur blogs
Ramu, i feel her mom is part of the bebe plan. They were just helping her to reduce more.
But i agree with her that you should never shop with your relatives. The worst part is they end buyin notin after spending 2 hours in selecting a bleck dress (abaya). And when you ask for a reason - they say the design is not that great or this bleck colour doesnt look good... Its just a test of your patience....
Ramu: God Forbid! want me to be chucked out of the house?
Kaks: Heheh... my mom thinks i am crazy after hearing my Babe plan.
Is there anyone else in this world who thinks you are not crazy ?
Kaks: I dont know, you tell me :P
YOU wish that the other members of YOUR family would be NORMAL?!?
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