The Picasso Woman by nicholas ayoola oladehin

Kudos to all the ladies I’ve known, those I know now, and those am yet to know. The great artist ever recorded on book was probably a man…a fond lover of paints, brushes and canvass who probably had a couple of concubine plain papers with which he passed away time by scribbling and splashing paints as he disvirgined the once plain sheets.

But, I just discovered a hidden truth that has been uncovered by probing into the daily routine of an average lady within a period of 365-days.

The best and most consistent artist living or dead would have been a lady with a consistent masterpiece created each new day…a different one for each day on a 24 hours, 7 days a week period of a the year.

Unlike renowned artists who start from plain virgin canvass, the woman-folk prefer a more life form and their canvass remains their very own face!!!

Before I go ahead, I must say, kudos to the face-painting woman who is a naturally born artist because this involves real hard work. Eve of Eden was without an iota of doubt the prettiest woman of her time. Well, come to think of it, there were only two of them in that kingdom…she and Adam of Eden. Am still wondering who the lady that thought about face-art was, but however I don’t really care now, she’s long dead….God bless her soul.

My survey started when I washed my face in the morning after a long nights rest, only to see the coloured water rainbow featured look from the lady (Eve) to my left flowing like a river route…black, blue, grey, pink and so much more. The night before, Eve was a masterpiece, an artwork fit for display, a walking Christmas tree who all the lads wanted to take a picture with…including me because I love art.

A lady treasures art

Painted all over her face

A lady adores paints

Smeared on her facial frame

A lady is an artist

Who craves for a days attention

Painting and drawing

On her once plain face.

The mirror is her partner in crime

For it reveals her finished masterpiece

And assures her assuredly that

‘’among the women in the world, she is the fairest of them all’’.

After the moment of glamour and fame

And the feel and passion

Of walking the red carpets

She retires to her crib

And destroys the once adored masterpiece

For it has had its moment of glory

Unlike Picasso,

A lady is a born artist that

Puts all time and effort into her masterpiece

And then destroys it all

A lady’s masterpiece lasts for a day

For the next day she wears a different look

Still with pencils and shades of colours

Which has a time frame

A man retains the face he was born with

A woman works on the face she was born with

So when a woman gets hold of a set of coloured pens

She thinks of her face

And

When a man gets hold of a set of coloured pens

He dreams of being like Picasso.