I’m been visiting my Aunt lately. She’s my late Mother’s youngest sister and she’s not a lot older than I am but she’s of another generation.
For example, when I visited her a few weeks ago, her first words to me where: ses debeli? Translated this means: did you get fat? This is not that strange â€” my Mother sometimes said the same thing. One gets used to it and besides I was never that fat â€” not like some of my poor (first, second and third) cousins who were so fat that they would never find a husband.
I wasn’t any fatter than usual and I told my Aunt as much. I illustrated the fact by pulling at my sweater demonstrating that was very loose since I was not hitting the town but rather visting my Aunt in the suburbs. (It is important to note that she’s my favourite Aunt and I love her very much. This type of exchange is not at all unusual in my culture.)
When I visited this past weekend I was prepared. I decided to skip the weekend jeans and I wore some skinny pants and a top that was not wooly, warm and loose.
I greeted my Aunt with: so who’s debela (fat) now? She laughed and conceded the point.
Then she proceeded to feed me the entire day.