As always, I fancy a
marrow over a net but not when a loofah is inaccessible. Last weekend, one of
our staff brought a huge, dried marrow from her village. After removing the
seeds, she cut it into halves and gave me the half.
I’ve been using it for
few days now – when scrubbing has never been the same – feels like cleaner than
ever. Surprisingly our young people were laughing to see me. Did I bicker then?
It wasn’t all that necessary. I’ve come of age and no longer in the stage what
others say… “Be wet behind the ears.”
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