BIII

Ife finally got to leave for the " Big City ", to her mother's displeasure. After all, skin like Ife's ought not to be put up for display, for the world to see, it simply stamped a bad record on her family's name. But, Mazi was having none of it, to him, taking Ife away from Obiageri meant the world to him. I was too stuck up in my head to care so much about noticing it then, we were aged about sixteen, but, I'd gotten used to simply not looking too deep into her circumstances, to me, Ife was strong, and her mother's words would do no harm. If I had taken the time out of my day to really look at Ife, I'd have noticed the broken skin, the growing spots which her skin revelled in, and I'd have noticed the tell tale sign of lots of sleepless nights. Ife looked tired, and sick, regardless, her beauty outshone all the flaws which her skin could have presented.