Tuesday, October 5, 2010

The Makwagi


This man has saved more marriages than any psychiatrist, counselor, or religious advisor. You can take any or all of your clothes to him to be ironed for almost nothing. I know a lot of little boys who thought that being a makwagi was the perfect job because you got to see what was going on all day. They usually outgrow the idea.

4 comments:

brattcat said...

Excellent post.

Merri said...

and what a great name! that just rolls off the tongue.
- The Equestrian Vagabond

rapunzel said...

Very interesting!

Mia said...

When I worked on a dig 30 years ago in the Valley of the Kings, the expedition would send our dirty clothes out to be laundered. I was enchanted that even my underwear came back ironed. Then one day when I was walking through Luxor, I came upon the makwagi and saw that the iron he used had no spray mechanism. Instead, he would take a mouthful of water and spritz it onto the clothes through his teeth as he ironed. Made the idea of having ironed underpants a bit less hygienic-seeming!