“Am I Smelling?”: Hausa Student
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Detroit, MI - Noura Sulleman walked gingerly into her physics class and settled into an aisle seat. A victim of the poor dietary cuisine in America, she had packed on several pounds and was terribly self-conscious about her weight and appearance. The entry of a fellow student, who could only be described as a “Greek Goddess” only served to aggravate her unease.
The female Greek student, whose name was Athena no less, sat down in the adjacent auditorium seat and prepared for the physics lecture as well. She had jet black, shoulder length tresses and legs that went on for miles. Her dark wash denim jeans were so tight, they looked like they were painted on. In a word, she was “breath-taking”.
Apparently, so was her breath.
As Athena fumbled through her purse to look for a pen and found none, she asked Noura if she might borrow one of hers. A wave of foul scented air hit the Hausa girl like colony of locusts.
“At first, I thought I had body odor,” Noura explained. Grabbing her ‘muffin top’, she pointed to the excess skin spilling over her jeans. “I have put on much weight since coming to America, and I thought perhaps some french fries or maybe even some cake had got trapped under my skin. When I smelled that foul smell, I immediately lifted my armpits to inspect.”
To her delight and surprise, her pits were still Dove fresh.
It was not until the girl from Greece repeated her request that Noura realized that it was her breath that was kicking flies out of the room.
“I have to admit, I was quite pleased,” said Ms. Sulleman. “I mean, if you can be that beautiful and still have a flaw…and one as horrible as kaka in your mouth…then there is hope for girls like me yet!”
And that hope is that boys will still want to kiss you. Nobody likes sucking face with a sewer, do they?
