Your K Legs And Bow Legs.

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I grew up not even knowing some of my greatest physical assets. Just like every kid of my age then, I could take my Granny’s powder and rub on my face. I could never do it right because I always ended up looking like a clown with my face caked in brown. I enjoyed smile at myself in the mirror anyway and that to me was a lot of fun.

It wasn’t until I got to secondary school (St. Teresa’s College, Ibadan) that things like hips and busts shape began to crop into my sub-consciousness. For a girl of 10 plus going to eleven, I must have come with a perfect shape because the few girls I had as friends talked about it. I must confess that things like that didn’t make any sense to me then because I was never found without my cardigan, anyway. That was until I became the Agric Prefect and our then vice-principal, the sophisticated Mrs. Oyelade took an interest in my cardigan-wearing nature even in the hottest weather. That is a story for another day.

Anyway, I almost went through secondary school without bothering about curves and such other girlish stuff but trust girls, those were (and are still) important matters. Woe betide you if you were flat-chested or lacked appropriate hips, you would be asked if you were a boy dressed in our proud brown pinafore and white blouse topped with the brown beret.

If you escaped the boy-look lashing, you might not be so lucky with your legs. We had girls with hot legs and I still remember all of them in my set. And we had those with K-legs or bow-legs. It was a form of ridicule to be identified with K-legs and bow-legs. I doubt if I fell into any of the good or bad categories. It didn’t matter to me though. Years later, I have come to realize that whatever the shape of your legs – if you like, have the hottest legs – it still won’t matter in the way of progress. Bow legs or K-legs would not determine how far you go in life. One thing I know about legs is if your ways are straight and hot with God, you may just find yourself in the corridors of power.

What are the shapes of your legs with God? Common, straighten them!

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