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Bending and Not Breaking

The last few weeks have been horrid, not to say in the least. But still, I am here.

I am an Ekiti woman. I am strong. I exude grace under pressure. I am like a blade of grass found by the riverside, supple, flexible.

I am an ekiti woman. Stubborn, yet sensual. You can tell from the set of my chin and the glare in my eyes. I am to be taken seriously. You can tell from the arc of my brow, I have laughter bubbling just underneath.

I am an ekiti woman. Sexy and smart. You can tell from the sway of my hips and the way I tilt my head to the side when i am thinking.


To all ekiti women out there, big ups.

Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device from MTN

Comments

LG said…
I'm half ekiti, half ondo, do i count? Hang in there babes, it is well with your soul.
March 1, 2011 at 1:22 AM
Ayo said…
Its difficult to say I am half of anything but who I am. I am soulful and very to ignore me. My creativity is needed at all time. My comments are needed in every area of life. I am at the top of my game and I will receive my heroes welcome when I leave for home. My sweet Ekiti and Ondo... place where my heart is.
March 7, 2011 at 4:08 AM
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