Lets face it, we can’t emit aromatic scents 24/7. Our weather condition alone would not allow it, unless of course you live in an air conditioned apartment, walk a few meters to your air conditioned car, straight to you freezing office, chilling throughout the day.
Perhaps then, we can be assume the “Issey miyake” fragrance you used in the morning has not been diluted by too much sweat.
Since I can’t boast of chilling all day, especially in my current state of “legedis benz” scorching under the sun which happens to burn like hot coals this time of the season ,and public transport is that which comes to my rescue, “nunu scent, na me I jus dey smell”.
But if ever I was under the delusion that, people sitting in air conditioned vehicles happen to smell better, I have been jolted from my slumber.
On board state transport, Accra to Kumasi, we were about fifteen people whereas it caters close to fifty. The bus was pratically empty, so I had both seats all to myself, my ear phones plugged in my ears, eyes closed, relaxing and soaking the chilling breeze_ the last time, the air condition broke down, I was almost cooked by the time we got to Kumasi.
I was nudged awake by a young lady, probably in her teens, as she vacated my handbag, to make room for her buttocks. The bus had come to a stop at Nkawkaw, and half a dozen people were now on board_ for ma mind inside, I jus dey wonder why she dey tap ma bodi, when close to twenty seats make empty ( so me naa…I start dey bore)
The vehicle was yet to move, when I “saw” her "BO" in a smoky figure hovering over me, choking and suffocating me. The smell was so bad that it had taken shape_ I no go fit open the window sef make fresh air enter.
Polite ooo…, no be polite ooo… I grabbed my bag and escaped to the rear end of the bus.
What happened to Mr. personal hygiene?