Vintage Thoughts
This is a photo of me. It was taken on my third birthday, shortly before  I left Nigeria. I have no memory of the occasion, but I&amp;#8217;ve been told  many times that I&amp;#8217;m holding a packet of sugar cookies because I was  reluctant to pose for a picture. I suppose the cookies were a sufficient  bribe.So many thoughts rush through my head when I stare at this photo.  I&amp;#8217;m amazed because even from an early age I was always concerned with  the way I looked and the clothes I wore, but this photo was long before I  acquired any pre-conceived notions about fashion, style, and the way  clothes should be. There was a striking innocence and simplicity to  things back then. I was merely doing what felt natural.I&amp;#8217;m 18 now, and I must say. Even as independent minded as I am, I  sometimes struggle to escape the restrictions and unnecessary  complexities that society places on styles and trends. I&amp;#8217;d like to  return to that third birthday, at least in my mind. Sugar cookies in  right hand, left shoe untied, rocking a nice fade on the top of my head.  Not a care in the world.Cheers.