These are a few of my "unfavorite" things...

Maria Von Trapp of Sound of Music was as poor as a church toad. But she still had a long list of favorite things.
Sometimes I sit through the night imagining myself in her old tattered shoes... I try my hardest to envision myself In that "ugliest of the dresses Bridgitta Von Trapp rudely said she ever had seen". But for obvious reasons, my imaginations don't materialize. They will never do!
I am Hannah Nkunga, not Maria Von Trapp. And unlike Maria, I am allergic to poverty. I don't have a long list of favourite things either. What I have instead is a list of the opposite. A long list of "unfavourite" things.

Here are some of them:

Shopping.
Shopping.
Shopping.
Lipstick.
Eye shadow.
Eye shadow.
Eye liner.
Twizzers.
Plucked eyebrows.
Drawn eyebrows.
Drawn eyebrows.
Drawn eyebrows.
Drawn eyebrows.
Maths.
Maths.
Maths.
Frogs.
Frogs.
Men who cheat on their wives.
Men who cheat on their wives and are stupid enough to get caught.
Men who cheat on their wives and are stupid enough to get caught.
Men who cheat on their wives and are stupid enough to get caught.
Men who cheat on their wives, stupidly get caught in the act and lie through their "36" teeth about it, blaming everything on the other woman.
Women whose whole world revolves around their men.
Women whose whole world revolves around their men.
Weaves.
Weaves.
Wigs.
Wigs.
Women who catch their men cheating but confront the other woman instead.
Women who catch their men cheating but confront the other woman instead.
Lizards.
Crocs.
Snakes.
Men who father children and run away from them.
Men who father children and run away from them.
Women who always give irresponsible men an excuse.

These are a few of my "unfavourite" things.

Even at my happiest, most ecstatic moment, a slight thought of one of the above is enough to turn me into a coldblooded murderer...

*the list is intentionally repetitive**