Daily Archives: February 21, 2013

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Are there certain things around you that trigger your memory of something else?

Chopping Tomatoes

I don’t know why. Every time I chop tomatoes, I remember the first dude to ever call me his girlfriend. The one who used to write me love letters while in high school that my friends and I would read out loud and laugh at. The one who used to spray cologne on the letters and attach a blade of grass from wherever he was writing from. I have no idea why chopping tomatoes links my brain to him!

Muguga

Just hearing the word gives my scalp the shivers. This should actually be a blog post by itself! My auntie Wowenz lived in Muguga and when we went to visit her, she gave Hipilicious and I the worst hair blow drying experience that we have ever had. I have never gone back to Muguga after that because I fear for my scalp!

Onions

Everytime onions are chopped and they make my eyes tear, I remember Felix Mugo. Mugo was one of the nicest people I have ever met. He was everyone’s best friend and he was very caring. He is the only person (other than Skinny and I) that Hipilicious let drive her cars. He was everyone’s go-to man. But he was killed by a reckless driver. I can’t remember crying as much as I did when he died.

Githurai

When I was in KU, our Saturdays were blocked for hanging out in Githurai, especially for eating roast pork. Even hearing matatu touts saying the word Githurai makes me salivate 🙂

Smell of Flowers

This reminds me of our old house in Kariobangi South. Mrs. Adrian used to buy fresh flowers nearly every week and since the house was small, their smell would spread to the entire house. This ritual stopped when Skinny was born and we moved house. But whenever I smell flowers, I am reminded of the house with a green door B146.

Razor Blades

Everytime I see razors I remember Mr. Adrian. He had so many razors all over the house, I don’t know why! After he died, it was an exciting adventure to find a razor that was hidden somewhere by him. So when I am feeling WOIYE on myself that I don’t have a father (Hipilicious and Skinny will laugh at that phrase!) I just pass by the razor blade aisle in the supermarket and remember Mr. Adrian.

 

What triggers your memory of something else?