Disrupting Narratives & Creating Communities In Style

The Angel Wears Ankara

Stories by design: a series about multi-hyphenate and millennial women’s everyday experiences in or around Africa. By Sade Adiat Disu, founder of marketing & media firm Adiree.com and marketplace  Adiree.com/shop

The woman wearing an Ankara pattern similar to mine (except she had on a skirt set) received a gazing look from my man crush on the bus.

She flushed and smiled, pleased when the man (my dream husband ) finally gave her testosterone-driven compliments—”You look like a perfect Angel!!” He then continued complimenting her on the choice of color against her honey-brown- skin.

I secretly wished her death by drowning or by fire—though not out loud.
Saying it out loud would be problematic.

The recently congratulated woman turned to me, eager to share her joy. She saw through my face and thought twice about her wishful “sister-GURL” moment.

She canceled her celebratory moment with a scowl. One look at my outfit bore similarities, and she slowly arrived (unfashionably late) at the conclusion that we would not share in her excitement—the same way I didn’t want to share “my man.”

I looked at her up and down, smiling stiffly, though I thought….Betch!
I turned away. Hissed under my breath… Mchewwww and smacked my lips.

In  an attempt to nurture (at this point resurrect) my bruised (most likely buried) ego,  I whispered to myself: “I’m much cuter by farrrrr anyway.”

In fact, I look better than an angel. I look like heaven.  God knows.  I looked up as the bus came to a halting stop at the red light. I suddenly realized I had missed my stop while mentally toying with this imaginary beauty pageantry.

Lord knows I need help.