Today’s #Reverb11 prompt comes from Diana Prichard. I chose her prompt as I’d already begun answering this question just a few posts back and thought it might be a nice way to introduce myself to some of my lovely new visitors.
Who are you?
Well, I am…
The daughter of an Oak and a River. Both strong, persistent, wise and directed. These folk who have made me the person I am today.
I am the inappropriate giggler with a mischievous sparkle in her eye; the throat-exposed, open-mouthed laugher and purveyor of mirth.
I am a speed reader of books.
I am the poster child for clumsiness.
I am two parts badass and one part bleeding heart. The other part aspires to be a bon vivant but the cynic in me hasn’t quite let it.
I am a scribbler of words and a wearer of stories; stitching them into my soul and weaving them into most everything I do.
I am the sister of a saint (Older Sis) and a smiling nomad (talking to you, Big Bro. Love you).
I am a dispenser of judgements both harsh and unfair. I am getting better, I promise.
I am tiny-eyed, minute-eared and wear my hair like a giant curly helmet.
I am the sting of tears on a chill commute and layers of snark shielding a caramel centre.
I am a perpetual wearer of jeans, a painter of toenails, the faint scent of cotton, Burberry Touch and Shea butter hair crème.
I am a Daddy’s girl through and through and through again.
I am an emetophobic; a survivor of surgery; the type of plate whose chips and cracks make it beautiful.
I am wrong (a lot), a lip biter and question asker. A reflection caught in black-framed glasses.
I am guilty: of delayed responses and grudge holding; of broken promises and impatience; of building walls and hiding behind them.
I am your best friend and a few inches short of awkwardly tall.
I am in love.
I am a map of scars, inside and out.
I am your resident keeper of awesome.
I am a believer; a proud black woman and a Nigerian to the core.
I am making my way in the world, same as you. Be patient with me.
I am an email in your inbox, a pair of arms around your waist, a lopsided smile and a gap between two front teeth; an electric blanket, pepper soup and pounded yam. I am stacks of notebooks filled with slanted writing, an adopted city girl, a blue silk headwrap tucked in at the sides and a hoarder of dreams.
I am bitten nails and plantar fasciitis, six colds in a row and a slight eye twitch when excessively fatigued. I am capable.
And like I said last time, I am not finished.
Nice to meet you.
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Stereo. 20-something aspiring bon vivant. London based. Exceptionally Nigerian. Partial to snark. My default setting is "wry". Jeans and blazers are my uniform. Landlady. Speed reader, tuneless singer, hoarder of words, drinker of Schloer; I am suspicious of most people, have zero tolerance for tomfoolery, have a vast DVD collection, worship at the altar of Al Green, own too many bottles of nail polish, have small eyes, small ears and giant hair and owe approximately 86% of my awesome to the Parents Typewriter.
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