The Banana House

A bit further on in our street is a little house which is known as the ‘Banana House’ but there is nobody in the village who knows where this name comes from. Has it been a shed for the storage of bananas which was later converted into a house? Or is there some other story. Just wonder if there is any Irish or South African reader of this blog who can tell the story (Irish and South Africans are the best story-tellers in the world …. 😀 😀 :D)???


Going bananas

Picturing a banana or picturing a woman eating a banana can be very tricky. Some people do seemingly like to think that it always has a sexual meaning. When I pictured a 13 year old model from our village some time ago I asked her if she wanted something to eat; fruit for example. All fruits are okay she said as long as it’s not a banana. So I pictured her with a banana but she was unable to bring the banana near her nose (“that awful smell”) and that is how I photographed her mentioning, in all innocence, that she “does not like bananas”… I should not have done that …..

Every village, even ours, has its own gossiping women….. And as long as everybody realize it’s all gossip we can just laugh about it.

Want some?

You’re too late.

I just ate it.