Beauty, I think is very hard to come by. Sometimes I did say beauty is peculiar to a particular tribe, location, and or area. It never occurs to me that it can be found in any other place aside from those special places. I had determined whenever I want to get married my eyes would be on those choice locations where beauty resides.
Where does beauty reside? I had asked myself this question and my answer has always been beauty has a special location.
This I believe until I met this lady whose beauty is not of this planet. This is not an exaggeration but my way of telling the wonderful work of creation I met in the ghetto. If there are many of you in the world then the company produce makes up or makeover tools will pack up in no time.
Or they wouldn't have come into being in the first place. Your beauty to me defeats the purpose of using those artificial ingredients because you are beautifully crafted by the alamo to mo eda (I.e. the potter that molded human). If you refuse to bathe for years the choice men of the world will always want to have you for themselves. The blind inclusive.
Because your beauty is not hidden to the blind. See how this rare specie shame mascara and foundation. You have no access to expensive cream but only know ori and adin agbon (I.e. Shear butter and coconut oil). Yet your beauty transcends those that spend a huge part of their earning on cosmetics.
I never thought a species like you can be found there. But to my disappointment, you were born and bred there. For the first time, I saw a female admiring another female's beauty. If a pastor had told me to go to that location, I would have told him he's not seeing well. But your beauty shock my belief.
When I found you I didn't believe the effectiveness of my eye for I thought it must be that I was suffering from myopia. Even at the time, what my eyes were seeing argued with my mind that you came to do some kind of humanitarian services there. Until your mother called you, then it dawns on me that you were conceived and bred in the ghetto.
You didn't choose to be born in the ghetto but fate places you there. Sometimes I wish I could ask fate some of the unanswered questions in my mind; how on earth can he just place you in the ghetto, why not nice places, why not make you a Queen? But I can only be angry with fate because you are where you are but I can't question the work of the creator.
I call you queen even though you were not born in a royal family but your beauty cum attitude worth more than royalty.
I am pained because you are not privileged to have formal education, despite your beauty and all your glamour you can hardly write your own name not to talk of speaking good English convincingly. I thought beauty should be able to speak English fluently, but you are only eloquent in your lingo.
I was disappointed when you couldn't respond to me when greeted you in the English language. I know that this letter would be read to you by Mr. Teacher.
How do you feel when you find what you want in a place you least expect it. Yours is a typical message that God has nothing to do with partiality. Beauty is in the village as much as it is in the city?
Till we meet again, I am AKERELE Odunayo Samuel.
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