I’m not naturally an artistic person so that might give you an idea of my make-up struggles. Imagine the dread when make-up came and said no more straight-line eyebrows. The straight lines wey I just dey struggle achieve, sometimes it will be like flyover, some other times it will look like that yellow wooden ruler from secondary school.
What have I not tried? Spoon, pen, brush, cello tape, paper tape even eye-nose measurement. Everywhere I look, I see fleek eyebrows and even though I love them, I can’t draw them. Days before my outing, I would be very confident about the change that has to happen and the way my skills will come through for me, the night before, I would be psyched about how well the eyebrows will turn out, I would have imagined the curves and edges and how well I would look. Gbam! Fast forward to the day and my eyebrow will just be wicked for no reason.
The struggles start with looking for someone to help shape the brows. Shape not shave eyebrows o yet some people will shave it and leave you looking like bush baby in Yoruba Nollywood movies, ‘egbere’, thereby destroying your ‘I woke up like this’ future. Take this from me: nothing zaps your self-confidence more than bad looks that you are well aware of. You’ll become insecure and if anybody looks or is seeming to look at you, in your mind you’re like ‘it’s the brow’, if it’s now fine boy nko? Hmm, just die there.
One minute, bushy eyebrow, the next, fiam! There’s nothing there and the shame begins. It will even enter prayer request at some point that your eyebrows should grow quickly. If you’re now unlucky and the enemy of progress mistakenly cuts you, lobatan, that’s the end, it will never grow back now be looking like accident. ‘If I could turn, turn back the ends of time…’🎶🎵
Let me confess that most of my make-up ‘tools’ are stolen from my sisters, I mean why should I buy these things with my money when I have four sisters and can take it without them noticing and even when they do, they’ll kuku just dash me. Maybe that’s why my makeup no dey alright. So after getting someone to shape it, I will arrange my ‘tools’, you know how we all see them do in those make up tutorials thinking that the spirit will fall on me, set them on the table, look into the mirror, sit straight , pray, prophesy, good vibes only and gentlemen, shall we?
Some pencil marks, occasional wipes and some ‘I’ll start again’ or outright, ‘I give up I’m kuku wonderfully made’ and sometimes just when I think I’m done, it looks unequal and lopsided and when I try to rectify it, it becomes worse.
Eyebrow on fleek once made its slimy way onto my New Year resolutions one time. I mourn for my wasted mb, the YouTube videos, Instagram posts, Google’s ‘how tos’ and yet I still can’t draw a decent eyebrow. My case is hopeless jare, the struggle is real, infect I yaf tire.
So anytime you see me with fine makeup especially fleek eyebrows, it’s probably not me who drew it or maybe I was just lucky. And anytime you see ‘artwork’ on my face, give credit to this wonderful artist ‘cause it certainly wasn’t easy.
I am so sorry for not regularly updating, I’ve been writing some books. Yup, I now have two books on okada books. Y’all should go and check them out cause in a couple of days there’ll be three and maybe even four. Here’s the link https://okadabooks.com/book/read/20834/2 you need to create an account tho and for some who can’t load this, just go to www.okadabooks.com and search Eunice Ayangunna or the titles, ‘The Vicar’s daughter’ and ‘Independence day’. Wish me luck. And ill try to regularly post updates. You all area amazing. Thank you so much.
Till next time
❤
OMO AYAN.
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