They say it denotes evil.
It is the cloak of the night,
Concealing good and bad under the sun.
It is the inconspicuous uniqueness of our African race.
They say it lacks lustre.
Only stars dare shine in it’s presence.
It is beauty glorified in our colourful heritage,
It is audacious and complete in itself.
They say it is ‘plain’
It is an enigma to myopic minds,
It is distinctive and classy,
It exudes an aura of simple-complexity.
It is a symbol pregnant with diverse significance.
They say it should be toned
It is my skin never losing it’s essence,
It is my hair crowning me in an elegant halo,
It is what I am made of,
It is a colour –
my favourite colour.
Nwaobiala Susan is a girl with soul, writer and art enthusiast. The rest develops daily.
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