NEEMA EGWASAT - Interior Designer

"The beauty of what makes a woman so phenomenally womanly becomes useless if there is no one to admire it."

 

Project…

A hundred men,

May suggest an encampment,

But it only takes one woman,

To design a home…

See,

The thing with interior designers is that,

They smile a lot,

Kinda like Mr. Beaver in the Colgate TV commercial;

It’s a fully grasped pattern they’ve mastered,

In their myelin sheathed head,

Making it even harder to miss out on a line,

Embossed in the contours of their sleek face…

With less speed,

And of course,

More grace just like her name suggests,

She makes spectacular calculations,

Taking in gently,

A good balance of probabilities and possibilities,

And after a comprehensive study,

Lays out awesome plans,

That gradually culminate into an eye-catching blazon…

From every introspective gaze,

I’d agree with her that, 

A house is more than just a structure,

It’s a deep forest of endless imaginative strolls,

A playground full of colored swings and slides,

It’s a canvas bearing numerous inimitable opportunities,

Like a magic wand hovering idly over a city,

A brush moving under the grace of her hands,

Paints hopes and dreams,

Laughter and good cheers,

Peace and harmony...

Products of a blossomed home.

I kid you not!

She does brew a good cup of homey bliss,

With passion steaming heavily from the creativity in her heart,

If only she could simulate all this movement,

Alongside arrays of motioned pictures,

You’d get a window into her soul,

A soul so free –

Without borders,

That no wall..floor,

Nor roofing can accommodate her visceral build,

And there would be no need of words,

Since words can be translated,

Into different languages’, 

Then distorted in between,

But her soul can only be styled

Into tons of designs and shapes,

Variety of hues draping evenly,

Arresting the excitement of those of live and breathe art,

Without losing the original meaning – FREEDOM.

I can zero in with peripheral audacity,

And strongly suggest that,

Her view of the world is more than just 3 dimensions,

Since none of those elements can fully illustrate,

The scope of her phenomenal ingenuity.

So if she ever smiles at you,

And you find yourself lost,

Your face pressed flushed,

Against her decorative cast,

Just come up short,

Smile back,

And fall silent,

Remember,

Succumbing to her well canopied shade is a beautiful thing,

As a matter of fact,

Her specs can coil unspeakable things in your insides,

Because to be designed, 

You must first belong.