OXYMORONIC FEELINGS HIT ME HARD

Christiana’s point of view.

Anxiety and eagerness to work were eating my head. I did not have anything to do then. I had not completed my graduation yet. My stepmother stopped my education when I was in grade 11. After that, I had not seen the face of my school.

My first memories are of playing with dolls in the backyard of my house. Not only I used to play with them but also do their hairdo and deck them up. I liked doing their makeup. When I was in school, I used to take part in events and fests. I was in charge of doing the makeup and hair.

Gradually I got inclined towards that. Through my skills, I was passionate enough to make my name in the world of fashion, theatre, television, film, magazines, and other productions. Well, I wanted to become a renowned MUA.

Albeit fate had its plan. I did not want to be part of the rat race, but at the same time, I did not want to lag. Having a career that aligns with your passion is a blessing. I wanted one such life.

All my friends had co