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.