It had been a long time since she had slept so well, Bukunmi reckoned, as she brushed her long ebony black hair in front of the mirror, gently and skilfully.
She had on a pair of black palazzo trousers, with a white cotton shirt, and was still considering whether to leave her hair down or roll it all up in a bun as usual. She later settled for the latter, and in less than five minutes, had styled her hair into a bun, purposely leaving a few strands to fall on her face, giving her a youthful look.
After applying powder to her face, she took a few hairclips and pinned them to her hair, before completing her look with a transparent lip gloss, and small black earrings.
Admiring herself in the mirror was one thing she enjoyed doing all the time. Her father had always told her she wa
