Last Monday, I started taking this make-up class. Whenever I tell people this, they automatically assume I had a carry-over *sigh* Thanks for your concern, but I kinna know book. ( ˘~˘). So, I started taking a make-up (the art of face-painting) class. It's a two-week programme, which is probably why I'm gingered. I'm not a fan of any kind of school, except probably the School of Thought ( ._.)
The classes (several of them) are run by my church, Daystar Christian Center. No, I didn't build
it, but I go there :) Anyhooz, my mum is like a church leader one kain
one kain, so I warned her before I started..."Mummy", I said. "In case
they come and report me to you, sorry in advance." -or something like
that. For some reason, I tend to make all the noisemaker lists in whatever school I go. Not my fault ( ˘~˘). My parents should have made sure I attended British
International School. With all the AC and oyinbo in the air, I would
have lost any agbero 'Hattitude'.
Anyway, since the class started, I've kept to my values and principles.
I'm a girl of my word. So, I've made a lot of noise in class. E easy?
O_o. I'm also learning a lot of stuff. It's fun. Trust me, if you get to
paint someone's face with whatever you like while keeping a straight
face, you'll have fun too.
'My Dazzle' (our teacher's alias) gave us homework to do over the
weekend. To do it, you need a human face and head. We're supposed to do
make up for the face and then tie gele for the head. Yes, gele. I
actually thought I would embarrass my parents when I first tried it in
class. But to my amazement, it came out pretty good *wide grin*.
As I was saying, we were asked to do homework; so I begged my mother to
volunteer her face. First thing she asked was, "How much?" *sigh* To
make matters worse (for both of us), I told her I would have to fix fake
eyelashes on her too. O_O "Lailai". She said. "My eyes? I hate make up oh, but I even hate
eyelashes more. Ehn??? Never"...etc. I told her she didn't have a
choice. She should have given me a sister if she knew she wasn't up to
the volunteering task, innit? Yes, innit.
So I'm waiting for her to come home now so I can paint her face with a straight face*evil grin*.
Tick Tock...Tick Tock....
So she came home and I got a-painting. She grumbled her way through the entire process. One time I told her "Sorry". She said "Sorry for yourself". *sigh* She kept shaking this way and that till i actually started feeling sorry for myself. You're probably waiting to hear how the eyelash-fixing event went. Well it was pretty uneventful. To my surprise, she didn't call me too many names. She just grunted a lot and said things like, "I dont know how a human being will sit down and let them do this to her"; "Don't chook my eye oh."; "I'm getting tired, I will stand up oh."; "What's all these sef?"; "Mschew..." etc. The art of make-up is for strong men.
I don't think I did too badly :)...You agree, no?? If you agree *kissssses*...if you don't, oya come and be going. *wink*
Yours Truly, Rantalot.