I’m a sucker for experiments. Let’s eat catfish for a week! Let’s listen to Tyler the Creator’s entire album! Let’s make our own kwete!
Generally, I’m going to say yes.
A few months ago, Aloikin tweeted about the wonders lemon had worked in her armpits. She said that if you put her armpit next to a Hollywood one, you wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.
My ambitions are a bit closer to home. Nollywood’s Genevieve is the truth.
On Monday night/ Tuesday morning, a rare and wonderful thing happened: my sister Jerolyn and I were insomniating at the same time! People call us twins on account of how alike we look and how in sync we are naye adulthood has so much drama that even when you live in the same house, you can find yourself drifting apart from your untwin. Finding her in the living room felt like a trip back to childhood! It also felt like a heart attack because who sits so silently in the dark?
During my deoless weeks, a lovely lady called Yvonne suggested that I burn matooke peels, add water to the ash and rub the paste onto my armpits before going to bed.
There’s not much to do at 3.30 am, so Jero and I decided to try this out. It seemed like a simple enough plan. We had eaten matooke for supper, so there was no shortage of peels. A few coals on the sigiri were still hot, so I attempted to bring them to life, for the peel roasting. 10 minutes and a face full of ash later, I suggested that we try the microwave.
The next 30 minutes can be summed up thus: At least we didn’t burn the house down.
After 25 minutes of micro-grilling, we crushed the now brittle peels and ended up with what you see below:
You guys, matooke peel ash has such a gorgeous, intimate, velvety, coffee like smell. It is so rich, so dark, so wholesome.
I realize I may have just described my ideal mate. If you are rich (talent counts), dark (um, yea) and wholesome (like butter), this is for you.
We also made some ginger/aloe water to use in spicing our bath water. We added some of it to the ash and made a nice paste.
Unfortunately, ginger is such a bully. Its flavor was all fronting, trying to outshine the matooke peel. On application of the paste, we both experienced a strange tingling sensation (thanks to the ginger I bet). I’m going to use plain aloe water next time.
On Tuesday morning, I “forgot” to use deodorant, and am happy to report that I only started smelling shady at around 5pm. Win!
Here’s to experiments, new discoveries and deep smelling substances.
P.s: Late last year, I submitted a story to the Writivism competition. It made the long list and has been published on Short Story Day Africa and Reader’s Cafe Africa. It’s such a wonderful high, getting published.
Check my story out you fab person, you.