"My niece is in her room at the moment, she is visiting from abroan. She lives in England.
" Spoke the seemingly proud aunt. "Thats very sweet indeed. Where is she?
Basra replied with a question.'I will go fetch her. That was very kind of you to come welcome her to the village, she was actually looking for a company- to go with her to a cousin's wedding which is the reason she is here for the visit." The annoying aunt spoke while she wiggled her big booty, going to fetch her niece.
As Basra was left by herself, she observed the room with intense scrutiny. The curtains did not match with anything, the decor reminded her of 90s somali livingrooms, with all stuffed sofa, lack of space, arabian wall carpet, socks every where, small feet shoes everywhere- the aunt was certainly the mother of many children. Basra is annoyed by households with children, her hygine sensitivity hit the roof upon knowledge that this house might be a children infested germs nursery.Basra was about to rub a finger on the tea table next to her to look for dust when she was rudely surprised with the noise of the door opeing, and the aunt yelling...
"Here she is--the lovely Gifted. Macaanto- meet my best friend's daughter--her name is Basra."
Gifted--was a tall, long neck typical xalimo with a very pleasant smile and pleasing white teeth.Her long thin defined nose spoke she came from a distinguished historical partriach family. Her hair though visibly sri lankan, was covered with an enforced white hijaab which her aunt must have insisted she wear, she didn't look quite right wearing it. She came over- extended her thin long hands, her fingers tiny, unmatching her tall statue, soft as a velvet satin sheet. (Not to be confused with the lovely word- Sh!t.
)"Charmed to meet you, Gifted. How do you find the united states"? Basra asked while exposing her wonderful white teeth and luscious extra red lipstick lips.
Gifted--seemed very shy, she was looking at her aunt while thinking of a response. It seems like she was shy or nerdy or a bi polar, lifeless little princess who desperately needed someone to slap her on the face to bring life to her!
"Pleased to meet you, Mrs Basra" She responded like a little mouse.
"Mrs Basra? That is sweet- u dont have to call me that-- i am not married, i am happily single macaanto.
Basra replied with a smile that hid her anger and shock at being thought she was old enuf to be someones Mrs.!!!! "I am sorry-- Ma'am --i didn't call u mrs because i thought u were married, but i called u that because i thought u talk like a white woman. Why can't u speak somali? Gifted spoke with gradual life coming into her glaring eyes.
'I beg your pardon?
Was the ONLY answer Basra could afford.Disclaimer: this story was soley based on my curiousity as to why u call yourself Gifted? And of course to settle another white woman score.
