I am razz. And proudly so.
I speak my mother tongue, read and write it well.
I can transition between the crudest of accents and hold a convo in pidgin.
I love that I can balance a tray on my head and roll up a scarf to support it.
I always gather the folds of my bubu under my pits and tilt my head tie to the side.
I can dance the yahoozee, galala and s-wooo very well
I have thighs strengthened from gripping to the sides of okada for long periods of time as well as....
I have a nose piercing
I snap my gum when i chew
I would rather eat at mama-put any day
I talk loudly all the time and I don't care...
I speak my mind as long as I know I can 1) handle the consequences, 2) I can beat up any one who objects and 3) my house is not too far if 1&2 don't apply
I sometimes go for lunch at Mama Beatrice, the woman who roasts corn, yam and plantains on my estate
I lace and gele is a necessity for every woman.
I wear huge costume gold jewelry
I have about three Alhajas in my family and they all sell fabric, have gold teeth, wear fake lashes and drink stout.
I am razz jare. No long thing.