Vanity upon vanity

So I'm home studying on a saturday night feeling lonely as hell. I need someone to cuddle up to...

anyway.. this is something I've not worked on in depth but hey, this is my place and I can post what I want.

My one serious vanity has been my skin. I often sit entranced by the way it reflects the light and the way it just seems to glow with a light of its own. I love how in the summer time or at home in Nigeria, its chocolate-brownness takes on a golden undertone that speaks of health and good living. I especially loved how my face was smooth and clear like a little child.

Was. 

Now I stare in horror as little black scars appear one by one on the sides of my face. As soon as  I spy one zit looking for a place to anchor itself, I take off for CVS looking for the latest in fresh skin technology and fight a war against it as though it was a fledgling nuclear power.

Let me explain or try to explain: I was not a very pretty adolescent. I was round and wore glasses and thought only of being the best in class. All I believed I had going for me was my skin which did not break out like the so called most beautiful girls in that class. So at the young age of 13,  I began a very loving skin care regimen of cocoa butter, vaseline and good old face washing every morning and night. I headed off spots before they had a chance to reach maturity and took care of my skin with military precision. And it was lovely.

As time wore on and I began to 'bloom', I forgot my obsession a little bit until one day I looked in the mirror - and it was awful. Spots! More than one! Oh dear...

And so it began again-

But I still love my skin, its glow fascinates me and I wonder why anyone would want to be any other shade but caramelicious cocoa brown...

Looking for me?

I can be found here at a new project but this is still my home! I havent posted because I really haven't had time to be wordsmithy (lol), but I will play ask me anything again if anyone still comes here.

This month has been hard for me because I have had difficulty finding summer employment, but God will provide.

x

Smith

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Cheers!

This is my fiftieth post!

and in celebration of this and because I have been accused of hating on men often, I would like to dedicate this post to the male influences in my life.

A toast:

To Papa Smith: who taught me by experiential learning how to handle difficult men

To Aburo Smith: who taught me the importance of the occasional silence

To J: for being the most steady friend a girl can have. Except for that one year disappearance lol. Glad to have you in my life to remind me about real guys who don't always suck.

To T: for being the best older male influence I could have asked for, even if you do occasionally try to get into my pants. For remembering me as the bright laughing so so young girl you met and facing down the darkness that came later and being right by my side for those tough times, and for cooking and making me eat lol.

To R: for teaching me about love and understanding. I'm glad you found happiness now.

To B: for loving me and letting me go no matter how hard that was for you. Perhaps we will meet again at a better point.

To T.O: newest member of the crew, for keeping me grounded.

May the Lord Bless you and Keep you. May you all find happiness, you deserve it. May we continue to be good support systems for each other in good times and bad.

I want to know...

why Nollywood and Ghanawood ( i refuse to use gollywood) prefers light skinned men and doesn't really care the colour of the women as long as they are fine (which is as it should be) . I mean shouldn't we be equal opportunity shades of skin hirers? i feel like the men are getting yellower and yellower.

Quite the opposite of hollywood- they love them some light skinned negresses ( i can use that word, i'm black)

the Nigerian Woman and the Soccer/Football Team

Now everyone knows football/soccer (from now on I will just use football) used to be pretty much the only thing Nigerians were really good at. Except now we aren't that good at it and fashion and music seems to be our new thing.

 Anyway when we were growing up (not that we late eighties babies are done growing up) you had to watch football or die of boredom on saturdays. (Remember???).  Most girls I know don't follow things the way boys do, knowing all the Stats and numbers, away versus home wins. 

No, we knew % hotness on team, % of crushes liked what team, % of nigerians on team, % family that lives on or around said team, and % of coolness attached to team. We studied these  stats at a young age and around the age of 12-14 decided to follow the team we just liked the look of , for family, friend, or just random coolness reason. I chose Arsenal, I think because Thierry was cool and have loved them ever since.

Now what is my beef: Nigerian men seem to think that because we don't always know all the weird details of the team we are not true fans. So, not true. Just because I don't know whats-his-face age and goal scoring record does not mean I don't want him to win. I mean just because I am screaming for you to win the race and I don't know how many races and the color of your favourite underwear does not mean I don't want you to win.

My point is: Nigerian women may seem to be fake fans or fans because of the men in their lives and I want to point out that maybe its because they see how important football is to you and they want to be supportive. Or maybe they just like the team because of the way they look and this will not stop them from going psycho over them just like you, Oh Nigerian Male.

NOTE: We have a fun new blog coming up here: watch that space!!!!!!!!!!!

I did not...

campaign for nomination because i really don't think I did any fabulous blogging this year.

So I was not nominated.

Which is fine.

I have not socialized on blogville not because I don't read all your blogs (you've probably seen my IP Address (MA btw) on your blog), but I am so chatty I KNOW I will never get any work done.

In answer to some questions.

toodles

WS