I have flexi rods in my hair, and my lipstick is smeared. I’ve been dancing around in my room to Iyanya. There are clothes, makeup and hair products strewn everywhere. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and said, “Nnenne, you’re beautiful.” My love and light are radiating in these four walls, ready to burst out I’m sure.
I’ve been repeating that I am love, and I am light to myself- one of my little mantras. For the past month I’ve been indifferent and dark. I’ve been hurt, and bad. I’m getting back though, to my silly self. I am love, I am light, I am beautiful.
I had a good Sunday.