My love for colours has not dwindled, maybe NEVER. I mean, a rooted love like ours (colours and I), cannot just fade. There’s something about colours, it is not only the beauty but I believe it comes with certain vibes. Okay! I am not a psychologist, so I may not have proofs but avant de tomber amoureuse avec Colours, Chidi and I would wear clothes which colours suit our moods. Colours defined our emotions. So, you can imagine our very happy moments.

More like a colour festival, yellow + pink + brown + purple + black!!

I would have shared a picture but I prefer words. This is because I am vying for the post of World’s Hottest Grandma 2040, I wouldn’t want the mistake of a Blast From The Past!!

The warning light, danger sign and blood are RED. Hence, I was uncomfortable wearing red. With this alone, I doubt if I would make it to the Law School, it was unquestionably a bad judgement.

The many shades of red has recently placed me in a more confused state than the ultimate search of my earrings’ hook. Burgundy, Carmine, Tomato, Maroon, Rose, Scarlet, Cherry, Merlot, Sangria, Ruby… biko chelu!!

It could be a manifestation of maturity or just realisation of my misjudgment.  Nevertheless, I have come to understand that Red indicates warning or danger because it is a strong colour that easily alerts people. It also symbolises Joyful celebrations (how can I forget Christmas), Passion (really? Are you thinking of Telemundo?), Courage and Power.

A touch of red proves the strength it wields. No wonder most brides cannot do without it. Be it as the colour of a lipstick or accessories, it awakens the soul of brightness and that is the Defeat of Boredom.

Oh red!