Authenticity and purpose
As a girl child growing up in Nigeria, I was totally unaware of complexion, what is preferred and its connotations in the real world. As I got older, I began to see via foreign movies the idea of what beauty is. Beauty was mostly anything that did not look like me. The blonde. The blue … Continue reading Black and proud
The mind's an interesting thing. If you are anything like me, then you are overly observant, particular and aware of the minutest changes in you or around you. To give an example, as I brushed my teeth meticulously, one fine morning early last year, I noticed a small black spot on one of my molars. I … Continue reading Relief = Pineapple cake
