catherine talks

‘’no, no, nooh... Kathy I wouldn’t take that. No I wouldn’t take that’’ Yomi yelled, her voice almost bursting her pharynx. She pointed her long index finger at me. I was terrified, sore afraid. I had never seen my friend that mad. She picked up a picture of me which I was contemplating on tearing because of my awkward smile.                 ’do you see this lady?’ she pressed it against my slightly pointed nose. ‘’she is beautiful despite her flaws and no matter what people tell you, they are not your God’’. I turned down the picture, and although three days had passed by, her words rung incessantly in my ears and I could not refrain from looking at the picture. I was the same person, same colour, looks, height and size, only slimmer (unilorin better by stress) but I was a different lady and I could feel it. I looked sternly into the over edited picture. I was fed up of being Catherine and I had decided to tak...