Going by the old photographs in my so called “olden photo album”, yes, it is so called because, it has really lost its actual look; it is ashadow of its own self.
Going by the old photographs in my so called "olden photo album”, yes, it is so called because, it has really lost its actual look; it is a
shadow of its own self.
Such items are only kept to remind us of what the good old days were like. I sometimes wonder as to whether children of today are living or are just imitating the living!
There are lots of bizarre things that the youth of today do, that would have been sacrilegious in our days or could have even called for "fatwas” to be announced against some perpetuators, not anymore!
Much as we had our own forms of madness, we never reached the proportions of the generation of today’s youth!
The music they enjoy is all spiced up with the "F” words, they sing while punching imaginary object, maybe illusions from consuming some forbidden hubs or liquids!
As if that weren’t bad enough, they keep touching their crouches as if there something was the matter! That reminds me of Master Blaster (the Emboko fame or is it infamy), thank God, good old Hon Nsababuturo banned him!
I will bet you my whole month’s earnings, if you could prove that, I ever wore something half as offensive as the so called "balance” trousers!
If you don’t know what I am talking about, these are a form of trousers that are worn in such a manner that, the onlooker may be tempted to think that, either the wearer’s was sawn off or it was flat ironed off!
The trousers are literary falling off the wearer’s "sitting apparatus”(I think you know what I am talking about)! I am not
exaggerating the situation at all but, only a few days ago, while in KCB’s Remera Branch at Kisementi, as I was in a queue waiting for my turn to be served, a plump young man walked into the Bank.
He had pierced eyes and he was wearing a huge pair of half trousers, half shorts (very difficult to differentiate) or was it the attire wearing him!
That wouldn’t have been a problem at all, the problem was that, the trousers cum shorts were annoyingly hanging so loosely on him that, at the slightest chance, they could have gladly fallen off their wearer and cause an unwanted ituation!
The attire’s fly (the bottom end of the zip) was as low as the guy’s knees. Believe you me, most of the Bank’s customers were filled with awe and some disgusted!
Ever heard of why such trousers are worn in the West (USA & Europe)? It’s not a so funny story…but you can try and google the reason! From the Bank incident, a few days later, after a heavy downpour, I met a group of youngsters walking along the road that goes past Rubangura House; with the rain water still running downwards on its way to Nyabugogo, the road was really wet.
That is ok; we need these rains like yesterday or the day before yesterday. Our farmers have been waiting for them too long for anyone to regret them! Back to what I was talking about, the youngsters happened to be a group of "chicks” (not the inkoko though), these chicks wore their trousers so long that, they were stepping on the trousers’ lower ends as they walked.
What really amused me was one very cute babe that looked like she had just dropped from heaven via the rains.
Surely, she must have been part of
the rain, how else could one explain the fact that, her pair of trousers was soaked wet from the ground level up to her knees!
She was really walking with lots of difficulty; maybe the "good” germs had penetrated her organisms and were causing her an illish feeling!