— THE STORY UNFOLDS " AMINAT'S AGONY "

He said! She said!They said!  I was too black and shaded for their liking. My skin alone bores them down to the rhythm of their soul. 

I was striped off the beauty I had. Their razer words keep cutting through my heart. I couldn't breathe further because all of their sayings restrict my airflow. Whom shall I seek an African oxygen from?

 

I kept pushing and praying, hoping God would send a black Angel who would by his wings fly me higher beyond their echoing words. 

How I wish I could see . Sighs.

Then I said to her— you didn't fall off from the sky nor were you dug out from the mud. You were created with a radiant skin that glows and shines even brighter before the rising of the sun.

 I could feel your fears and worries. But I commend your great strength which was able to preserve you till this moment. 

Say no more … I have come to make your life more beautiful and adoring even to the eye of the biffers. 

The Yoruba would say “ EWA OMIDAN ” you're the beauty of the maiden. 

Here we draw the curtains to every racist and hates. 

THE STORY STILL UNFOLDS.