Dark Inner Thighs: This is her story
I remember vividly that weekend when I was 8 years old. My elder sister, younger brother and myself, we found ourselves yet again at my mother’s rural home. We had been dropped off by our parents. This had become a custom on random weekends, whenever my mum and dad wanted to be alone. My maternal rural home was a convinient choice as it was only a 30 minute drive away from where we lived.
Bath time time was “kurwizi”. It was only the elderly who would take their baths in the little bathroom at the homestead and the babies would have dish baths. Everyone else would take a bath at the river and it was a grand affair every morning. Our “kumusha” (rural) cousins would call out to each other, inviting one another, as we went down to the river.
It would be a whole mob of us girls ages from 18 down to 3 that would finally get to the river to wash up.
My oldest cousin, on this paricular day, was paying too much attention to me while I was bathing and she asked,
“Nei wakasviba muzvidya umo?” (Why are your inner thighs dark?) To which I had no answer. All l knew is that I had been chubby all my life since my birth weight of 4.6kg.
I had never worn tights or pants or leggings so to me the dark thighs were normal as my legs were continually exposed to the sun. I had a permanent sun tan so to speak. Noone really had ever fussed about it, not my mum or my elder sister. The only time I would pay attention to my thighs is when I walked too much and got “chub rub,” from friction, otherwise called Tsvakusi kumusha.
The verdict was soon out, since I could not justify the dark patches…the verdict was I wasnt bathing well enough and I needed a good scrub!
The bath stones came out and my eldest cousins took turns to scrub me whilst the others, including big sis, held little me down and they scrubbed…and scrubbed…and scrubbed!
I remember the walk back home, I was on fire! That was the last day I went to the river for a bath and would refuse to go kurwizi anymore with them, I would cry to be allowed to bath at the homestead than have that torture again.
So little me was sentenced to taking turns bathing in the little homestead baths with the elderly, the gogos and sekurus. I missed out on the social outing with the girls but at least I spared myself from further scrubbing.
Funny now I can not wear a dress or skirt without tights underneath, I often wonder if that incident has scarred me for life..
Image in no way related to story (Artist: Mia Bergeron {contemporary figurative pretty young female girl head african american black woman face portrait painting.)