Silly facts about me few people know until now

I like to wiggle my toes when I’m waiting for something or someone – like in the waiting room or before I make a speech. It makes me less nervous.

I have rather short legs to match my short height. I love that. The fact that they’re short makes them easier to go around with. Can you imagine if I had long legs? They might go in different directions from each other, or something. Then what would I do? Short legs work very well for me.

Okay, I must confess. I love the way I look in high heel shoes, but they are nowhere as special as low heel shoes. They do not make my heart beat fast. I feel more comfy in low heels and silk stockings. I always feel like a tough girl from the 1930′s in them. How great is that?!

Speaking of stuff that bothers me: I hate putting things on my face. They say it’s better to put some cream on your face if you don’t want to shrivel up like an old potato one day. Once I got all the latest cream I could. But once I had put one of them on, it made me feel so sticky that I had to immediately wipe it off with a very hot towel. I couldn’t help it. My whole face rebelled against the stickiness. Speaking of sticky: Once I put on some honey extract rejuvenating cream on my face and got pimples for a week. That was not good.

Now hats! I think no one has an idea that I love hats, since I am not always wearing one. Hmm…Maybe I just like hats. Or maybe I think I will look taller if I wore one. Or maybe I think people’s focus will go to my hat and not my face if I was wearing one…lol. Of course, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with my face, honey. A girl does not have to hide under a hat, ever. If there were a few wrinkles and shades, they just make you look more interesting…. So they say.

I use to hide my face with hands every time I’m around so many people. My mom would say to me “Show me your face. Look, you’re beautiful. I don’t know why you are hiding beneath that hair.”

I always like to look at the sky and feel like my home is somewhere far away. Weird but true.

I use to love wandering. I use to walk about the city aimlessly, but with the speed of the wind! I can’t do that now. If I do it now it would be unfair to my body in this cold winter time.

When I daydream, I go all the way to the end of the Earth, and come back. It’s a nice exercise. Well actually, not always. Sometimes I just go to the city I love. Once I was flying low in Paris only to realize I’m still day dreaming.

In a day, sometimes I feel so much love for the world; I think my heart might burst. Sometimes, I feel so scared; I want to shrink myself even further.

I’m guessing no one knows all this until now.

Have a good day!

PS: my friend started this new blog, you should check it out -> Idle musings of a young Nigerian girl