The Traveling Pan-African Carnival! [ d9 ]
Feb 10, 2022 1:46:06 GMT -5
Post by jj jenkins d7. ✨ zozo. on Feb 10, 2022 1:46:06 GMT -5
↳ JOURNEY TAYLOR
Now don't tell Dad, cause I know damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it - but this is kinda cool. He's rambling on about learning one of the dances, that his Gramma's Gramma used to play this kind of music, and I'm kinda tuned out if I'm honest. But damn that food does smell good, even if Shiv Irvine looks like she's gonna pass out at any moment from sheer exhaustion.
Maybe I could give her some concealer tips? She got mad cheekbones for her age, a bit of highlighter wouldn't hurt.
"Okay, Dad, whatever -- I'm going to find my friends okay?"
"What friends?" he's always suspicious, letting me wander around Nine by myself. Even at a carnival -- and I don't blame him. Friends around these parts are more like allies. Fellow members.
"My Africa school friends Dad! Ines and stuff, I told you about them? Remember? The bonfire?"
Registration flickers in his eyes, but then a shit-eating grin spills between his cheeks. I roll my eyes, "Yeah, I made friends like you told me I would, whatever--"
Okay truth is I only hung around that bonfire because Ines is a cutie (even if she is too old for me) and I heard there was weed. Not that I'm a weed kinda gal, I end up smudging my eye makeup because behind my sockets gets all itchy when I smoke. But Dad and I know damn well the only reason he'll let me out of his sight is to embrace the culture or whatever.
Like I said, don't tell him -- but I'm enjoying this way more than I thought I would.
I bat my silver eyelids, orange stars painted on the shimmering lids. It'd taken a steady hand and far too much time, but the end result was worth it. Remind me to sign up to help paint the faces of these performers next year. Maybe I could get a job with them, travel the country like my ancestors did or something--
Ugh, Dad and his stories are getting to me. I need to eat, that - what was it called, nyama choma - smells pretty damn good if you ask me!
And then I see them scattered on the ground and my brain stops focusing on my stomach and explodes, picking a coloured morsel up from the ground by my feet.
"Ayo, these beads are cute!"
I could make a cute look with these colour schemes, matching jewellery and all...
rollin for some beads
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