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Saturday, 14 February 2015


          The gentle rays of the sun hit my windows this morning announcing the dawn of a new day. I woke up in time for sober reflection, a glowing cast was evident on my face. I turned back to my ripped off and charred yesterday. I discovered that someone, somewhere and some how nearly walked away with everything I could call mine- esteem, dignity and self confidence!
          One of my grievous mistakes in life is setting standards for myself to follow. I was always self-concious of my "petit" nature. I inposed stretching exercises, I raided fashion malls for ultra high-heeled shoes so as to add a few inches to my height. What did I get? I tumbled down the hallway and "yammy" lumps started popping out of my legs. I banished those heels from my closet. After all I had attained the height of wisdom.
          I looked at my pimply face and rushed to the cosmetic shop for the most "effective" face smoothners and pimple removal cream. I wanted to be in the Nigerian context "fresh boy". It was not funny, my skin started to peel and getting bleached. I was not ready to give up my skin colour for anything. I had to appreciate what I have.
          Next were my clothes. They were too "non-swaggy" and "un-fresh". I wanted to spicing things up. I acquired the newest chinos trousers and bad-boy shirt s and gold chains and rings to go with. I felt wacky wearing them. I brought back my "un-fresh" clothes and started walking tall again.
         What should I do with my hair. I just couldn't stay brushed as dry elephant grasses spring up when they are trampled. I bought bottles of chemicals called "relaxers". I even thought of dying my hair that was before Ifemelu in Adichie's  Americannah taught me that my hair was my unique signature.
         Then I turned to how I spoke. I thought it was "un-English". I bought a phonetics textbook and started speaking in a shrill voice. That was awful. I was angry and had a fake voice, I was angry because I had a fake voice  and I had a fake voice because I was angry.
          I stopped everything. I could not keep up to the standards I kept for myself. I felt to realize that they were mere societal conventions, they were not standards at all. I started realizing that I was flawless because I know my flaws.
          This is for young and colorful men and women who drawing to the wit ends. Just to say that we should wake up every morning- FLAWLESS.
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