I watched them set their tools up
In horror because it was a prima
I have heard tales of behind the scenes
How some faces were poked and poked
Brows pulled and pulled
And all shades of colours
Tried on your scary face
Hoping to turn you
Into maybe another masquerade
And I relunctantly sat
And prayed and prayed
That they be quick and quick
For it was never my thing
To go behind any scenes
Makeup for me was once a fun time
Trying out myself to test my know-how
The mildest was my most cherished
But I despised the time and risks
So I gave it up all
Preferred to admire on others
Who took the time and love to sit down
This time my sibling begged
A family portrait of all girls
Makeup would enhance she said
Finally I did give in
And chuckled at all the fuss
how most scary or pretty I looked or felt
All the dynamics and gymnastics
Going on behind the scenes
3 good hours of turn left and right
And we got the portraits of our life
P.s: A thrilling life indeed I got. Finally ‘trapped’ by Anyi Asonganyi aka Ozi International/my cousin and best young makeup artist in Cameroon 2017, and there we go for a family portrait. Mum and my elder sister got what we call ‘one kind’ and that was cool. I braved it and was proud of myself – my brother’s banner in the background made it all so wonderful for me. Never say never nor make light of any one’s occupation
