BEAUTY - One shade of colour lost in Translation
We all hear stories, don’t we? Stories of sadness so are stories of laughter. But hasn’t stories of sweat and endurance been said to be the most intriguing of all? No prizes for guessing where I am dragging you to.
We have heard stories of love and hate too. Haven’t we? The very highly typical and stimulating stories ever told.
One of the kinds is told of a couple that wedded in a day, and woke up as divorcees - Reason? The Bride woke up with her typically natural face, apparently so strange to the Groom. During their courtship extravaganza, the Bride-to-be always wore one shade of colour that ended up being the reason for the Groom to fall one knee down with grace, asking for her to be led to the altar. But behold! No sooner had the dregs of the aftermath of the dictates of the altar were presented, after peeling off the roasted potato, than the Bride’s facial cat was let out of the make-up bag.
Like MKV’s line ‘Nicicani ici’ in the song “Chikondi Chamumadizi”, the Groom flew off the bed with shock, knelt before the matrimonial court and got marriage dissolution. What an end!! - A shade of facial colour could not stand the test of conjugal sweat that soaked the bed-sheets over-night.
Colour - a figment of the skin? Some would say. Reading between the lines of history however, hasn’t colour spoken more than the appearance of the owner?
Like a symbol of identity, colour has seduced Kings into bed with slaves, exploited natives to realms of invaders in their own land; colour has demoralised the intelligent into inferiority complexities; most of all, colour has reduced the confidence and pride in those who are already beautiful; those with souls that cry to appear in another colour because theirs makes them feel ugly and unwanted.
Haven’t we seen them? With brushes, primer, eyebrow pencil, contour and powder, they dye their looks to appear lighter than their pigment; because to appear in their own, is regarded obnoxious and repellent. Appearing in their replica-self signifies beauty and splendour.
Born with their own make-up – intelligence; they have enrolled in the school of miss-translation; defining beauty as lying in their make-up bag; in lipstick tube, mascara wand and blush brush. Lost in their translation, they forgot their originality that makes them more gorgeous.
Where have they taken their passions? Is it not a sign of dullness for one to live without passion? Isn’t it true that one, who enjoys all that life has to offer, is the one everyone admires? Because passion is contagious; when one watches someone pursuing their dreams is just about the most beautiful experience anyone can ever have?
Don’t these make-up bag beauty-oriented fellas know that compassion beautifies souls? That a cold-hearted person may love themselves, but who loves them back? That if they can’t feel for others, who will feel for them?
Have the blush face-brushers disremembered that a person who doesn’t take time to cultivate their mind is like a writer who never reads books? That the pursuit of knowledge and truth is not only attractive, but essential to our being? That knowledge is empowerment and empowerment is sexy?
Where have they taken their fun-loving spirit? That stint of sharing the same space with a positive Peggie? Don’t they know that it’s such a hard time to share same space with a Negative Nancy? Because no one loves a mope!
Doesn’t beauty lie in resilience? Realising that nothing is more beautiful than a person who refuses to give up? Don’t they know that the world loves fighters? Believing that life can never defeat them unless they allow themselves to be defeated?
The lipstick beauties miss it. Don’t they? Redefining beauty in mascara; where did they hide confidence? That proud feelings of how they look, speak, think, or act? Don’t they know that a person who doesn’t need other people’s reassurance to help them feel this pride in them is infinitely more appealing than those who incessantly seek others’ approval?
Beauty they have forgotten lies in their energy; knowing that a person with an unmatchable vitality for life is admired. Doors of new schools are open; learning that when one follows their passion, shows compassion, pursues their intellect, keeps a sense of adventure, refuses to give up and believes to be worthy, their energy becomes the spark that lights up everyone and everything around them.
Isn’t that a deeper shade of colour and true translation of beauty?