Face Painting

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.