It took almost two hours to have my first makeover done. Maybe the MUA was making up for all my lost years. She had promised thirty minutes and I kept hurrying her when she started, telling her I don’t spend up to fifteen minutes on mine but she said anything doing is worth doing well so I let her be.
I was particular about heavy contouring and long false lashes because those two things have the ability to transform one’s face. I was curious on the effect on mine seeing that people say my facial features are interesting.
When a mirror was pulled in front of me, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was staring at Kim K.
‘Na me be this?’I kept asking. I have taken up to 500 selfies.
So I walked up and down the streets flapping my false lashes at whoever I walked past. With that sort of makeup, you can’t settle for regular clothes. I was having a Beyonce moment until I climbed an aboki okada and I thought my lashes were going to fly me away during the journey. The thing was just flapping and flapping. I didn’t know whether to hold it, whether to shut my eyes or whether to look down. I did a combination of all three I think, while begging the okadaman to take it easy with me. By the time I got to my destination, one pair of lashes had shifted, the other was dangling.
It sucks that I’d have to wipe the makeup before going to bed. I have this sudden love for makeup. It’s something I want to invest in. I want to learn like others. I have been given a taste of this forbidden fruit and now I am afraid I would never accept my amateur makeup I was previously comfortable with.
I want to look this pretty everyday.