Our ancestors knew our weather was hot and they were in tune with that,Till we ate the apple from the people from a very cold weather and snows that we might never experience in some Africa countries. 

From ancient times, long before the superficial beauty we have now, long before we hid behind our supposedly “advanced and exposed” lifestyle screaming that we Africans are throwing our culture to the wind and in a swift move, grasping dearly something we think its alien to us. Let’s take a few steps backwards, allow the dust of our ignorance to settle and then close our eyes to imagine how we were before westernization, naked, right?

From Grecian times till date, nudism and its toppings of shake-what-your-mama-gave-ya in all sense are truly African. From the early morning bath by the stream that made men both young and old to walk that steeply path that leads to the river to catch a glimpse of our women in their raw and priceless state to the short skimpy clothes that covers only the breast and the hip with enough flesh revealed for the eyes to savor and relish every natural endowment any maiden is blessed with, to the various festivals across Africa, the near-nude events that accompanies it has shown that we as Africans by default are naturally nudists and is one walked with a good carriage. The hands gold/beads bracelets,beads/gold necklaces,waist beads and legs adorned with rich beads and gold. (We are rich in the aforementioned) our women decorate their beautiful crown(their hair) with beautiful colourful beads. We were not naked because we were ignorance,NO!


We were actually in tune with our environment,our nature,our universe which shines and make our black skin glitter. Our ancestors knew our weather was hot and they were in tune with that,Till we ate the apple from the people from a very cold weather and snows that we might never experience in some Africa countries. 

We as a people have now tolled the part of either slut-shaming and hauling expletives at the door steps of those who have attained a certain level of self confidence in a bid to pull them down and shut their lights out but to what gain?  

Your body, the physique Mother Nature deemed it fit to carve you in, should be one you have to be proud of. Rocking your short or tall legs, you big and not so big bum is the variety that spices sexuality, beauty and your persona. The great task of owning your body and how the society has stereotyped our women is quiet appalling. If she wears very heavy makeups, she would not have time for the kids. If she has a waist bead on, she is an OGBANJE, forgetting that a woman’s body is hers and she should be allowed to carry her body whichever way she likes. She can be best of both worlds and still carry along fine. 


As a woman, the worst damage that can be done to her is making her feel inferior about herself, you have cat eyes? Own it! Those legs a curved? Own it. You want to rock panty-hose and have all the piercings you so desire? My dear you can for it is your body and in it you will find self satisfaction and that’s when your fountain can spread love out to the world, for you must love yourself first before you can truly love another.

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