Masquerade
What defines you as a city dweller? Is it where you live or where you work?
Is it how you look or the clothes you wear?
What are those markers that gives you your identity?
I would like to believe that we all have marks of identity that are sub-terrain, something deep inside us that is the very essence of our being. Something that is like no other. On the surface we all look similar despite our attempts to remain "individuals". Just look at how we dress; ladies we buy the same skirt or blouse style displayed by the designers on runways. Gentlemen, you all gravitate to the same code of dress with vivid colours and tight jeans yet you are an individual. At what point do we stop being individuals and become a collective body.
What about the mask we all wear daily? Are we aware that we are masked?
What are we hiding from the public?
There are those of us who are masked to deceive others but a few of us mask our selves as a defence mechanism. Like the ladies you see walking in the city with a stern look on their faces; are they really delicate and emotionally driven? Then there are the men who present themselves as stallions; uttering all manner of garbage to women in order to woo her. God knows I have been called a slew of names "my size..., sexy mama (this one while I was pregnant), champion (my favourite)" those are the ones that are fit for public display. Could it be that these men have confidence issues? Ladies the next time a man asks for your attention in a peculiar way, give him a few seconds of your time and see if he can keep up the conversation; have fun with it.
We all parade in the city in our many costumes and masks, performing the dance of city life. This masquerade is most entertaining if you stop to observe it, but it is always refreshing when you remove all the make-up and expose our essence, that little something inside us that makes us who we are; that makes you and individual.
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