When you’re called for an interview that you weren’t expecting.
At first you register with annoyance that you only have one day to prepare for the event that requires you to be at your best.
Deciding that you have nothing to wear, you realise that getting everything ready will require a tight schedule…
When you can’t find anything that suits the purpose. Either clothes are the wrong size; the wrong colour or they simply aren’t suitable for the intended.
Those that fit appropriately are neither your style nor clothes which you fit comfortably in and in ally with the dressing room mirrors, they slowly challenge you into believing that you’re getting fat, old and looking shabby.
When there’s nothing left to try on and nothing worth buying, the shop where you’d seen something moderately suitable already closed and there is no further opportunity to remedy the situation.
That’s how I found my cousin by the time I got home and it didn’t take much to realise that the situation called for an immediate emergency plan.
CLOTHES – Find something in solid colours, something that you’re comfortable in and when all else fails, dig out the life-saving black pants or skirt (every woman has them!) – they go with everything!
SHOES – Classic and comfortable, need I say more?
JEWELLERY – Don’t wear too much, but wear something that shows you have pride in your appearance. A necklace did the trick!
MAKE-UP – Keep it simple and light.
As I dried, stretched and styled my cousin’s hair, I was reminded of all the reasons I’d wanted a sister. At first I thought that the desire originated somewhere in the desire to play with dolls, playing with hair and make-up. But it was while I painted her nails at 2am that it dawned on me that the profound warmth in my heart came from doing something good for someone I care about.
I live in a city and generation where survival depends on bartering. Nothing is free and every gesture is accounted in debt deposits paid for with “favours”. Even at Christmas, people have forgotten that the joy is found in giving rather than receiving and suddenly a motive is required for any good deed.
It saddens me that we have become so petty to need a reason to be nice and I feel ashamed in having to camouflage a good deed for what it is in order to protect my generosity from being abused. In a world where there are so many looking to take advantage, we are often forced to hide our heart’s generosity.
I nonetheless was rewarded with the satisfaction of seeing my cousin beautiful and most importantly – confident! I was reminded of my mission in life and my reason for living: We have so much impact in other people’s lives that we’re willing to assume, we hold the key in making a difference to someone’s happiness. Considering the joy that I was rewarded with, I only pray for more opportunities to be a part of people’s smiles.