The Story-teller who LOVES Colour Brown and Rings

I was never someone you’ll tag “skin goals” because frankly, I wasn’t. My peril started in Jss 2. A few years earlier, My elder sister had started Secondary school away from home and since she’s my only sibling, I looked up to her so much. I missed her whenever She went to school and when she was home, I couldn’t get over my awe of her. She’d come home with several things she learned to do in her ajebo school; choco bumbum (made from ironed Milo), garri cake ( that I eventually made for one boy and he threw on my nose), nice shampoos and creams. One particular break, she came with different bottles of facial care stuff and I was really intrigued.  Not like I had anything on my face (yet) but I liked the prospect of having a facial care regime so I planned to own one of her bottles. When she was returning to school she left the bottles at home and I was elated. I planned not to use them till I got to use them in the full glare of my mates, so I’ll have reps for using skin care stuf...

I like rings and my favourite colour is brown. I think to myself of how I would wear fashion rings on all 10 fingers and go about my daily business. I know it defies norms, maybe it doesn't. I've had people tell me rings are not for me, because I am "unmarried ."  Or, why do I wear a ring on this finger, it's reserved on this finger, for this reason? I have responded with sarcastic "whys" a number of times and other times, home training has kept me mute. My love for colour brown is inexplicable, maybe its something about how it sits beautifully on every skin I've seen it sit on; or maybe its resonance with everything earthy. Whatever it is, there something about brown that makes me impulsive.  This blog is not a journey about how I buy bags randomly because it's brown coloured, or how I take pictures of random brown things I come across (I mean, I don't).  It's not about my window shopping sprees on Ali Express tagged "...