Meet the Khanga.
An essential garment,
For most women,
Especially those from the Coast of East Africa.
A Khanga knows a woman’s body intimately.
It holds her body in a sure tenderness,
Caressing her tender skin ever so softly,
And ever holding her secrets firmly.
This is an adept piece of clothing,
Revealing just enough and highlighting the essentials of a beautiful body.
It is discreet, just as it is sexy.
It can be a formal affair or just informal, casual and relaxed.
It is a sheer joy,
To see how a body moves below the Khanga,
Hugging the essence of a woman,
Telling her sensuous story and narrating her raw femininity.
A good husband will always make sure,
That his woman doesn’t go without enough Khangas.
He knows and appreciates the beauty of this inherently African garment.
It is a garment to wear to the market,
In another moment,
It is transformed into some exciting lingerie,
To tease and entice in equal measure.
Khangas come in-scripted with certain messages.
The message can praise, delude, admonish or be sarcastic.
If a woman is in love,
She could buy a Khanga written “Nimeshapona Mwenzio”
Literary meaning “I finally got what I wanted”
And if a woman is not happy with a fellow woman,
She would buy a Khanga boldly declaring “Ya Kwako Yamekushinda.Ya Kwangu Utayaweza” Meaning that if the woman in question cannot manage her affairs, How can she manage other people’s affairs?
There she goes,
Embraced by the Khanga,
The woman of the homestead,
As she gets the water from the well,
Some splashes on her,
Making her skin wet,
And the Khanga clings to her body,
For dear life.
She and the and the Khanda fuse into one smooth and flowing movement,
A movement that stirs up a searing desire, a certain hunger.
And she knows the man of the house is watching her keenly,
Following her every move with his lazy eyes….
He makes a mental note,
To buy her another Khanga,
From the market.
© Ayoub Mzee 2012