Shower me with your love. (Get it?)

Whenever I take a shower it's turned into some sort of an ancient ritual. Years ago it was just a methodic part of my life, wake up, clean up, keep it moving, but now I actually treasure the moments in a shower, I guess after some time in a hostel with nothing but Antarctic cold water if you were even lucky enough for there to be running water at all, showers became more of a gift than a human right.

My new found love in this daily action also ties into the fact that my skin is so damn strange, no matter how often I shower, I could've honestly been in scrub down mode 10 minutes before, whenever I look down at the water washing off of my body I see my skin cells, visible skin cells, the kind that would flake off of your body say if you had dandruff, or if you hadn't put on any sort of lotion for the past 20 years. And it fills me with this sense of accomplishment, that I am actually in fact CLEANING myself, and there is the visible proof. It's like I'm washing off a thin layer of mud continuously. Mud and soap.

A trip to google divulged that this overly apparent layer of skin that runs down the drain every time I step into any sort of cleaning receptacle only denotes that I have incredibly brilliant skin, the kind of skin that exfoliates without a second glance, always renewing itself, healthy, vibrant never dull, always fresh baby skin cells getting forced through the birth canal at an exponential rate.

Now this revelation might not mean much to you, but it makes that shower that much more powerful to me, it continues to remind me of the physical aspect of my life and health, that my body is always growing, always changing and that I should make sure to take care of it unless I want to end up looking like a Gremlin post food and water.

My over hyperactive skin cells is apparently the reason why my skin is so soft, and is mainly due to the amount of water I consume and my brilliant Ghanaian black don't never crack genes. I'm rambling I know, but I just got out of the shower, and it was liberating. Sloshing off an old layer at will every single time, it's like I'm reborn every time I exfoliate, an action that is supposed to be restrained to a once a week event, but automatically happens for me every time a sponge touches my body. I feel victorious once the shower is complete, like Beowulf in the midst of an epic battle, but instead of an ancient terrorizing monster who's mother is the one and only Angelina Jolie, my enemy is old skin cells, of course far less glamourous, but of equal importance? Oh but of course! Always fresh, always new!

Then it makes me think of white people. And how boring their shower experiences must be. That's if they even shower. We know some of ya'll stay skipping the activity that should be made a law. I learned a lot of the unhygienic ways of obroni in University of Ghana, things I had never been aware of even though I had been surrounded by them for most of my life. Don't even get me started on the women, jogging for miles on end and then DEBATING whether or not you should take a shower. Did no one alert me when white people's sweat became odorless and therefore harmless?

Or am I tripping?

I digress. All I'm trying to say basically, at the end of the day is;

1. Amen thank you Jesus for a hot shower. A good portion of the planet has never experienced this luxury. Never take this for granted.
2. White people? One word. Shower.
3. My skin is better than yours.
4. Be jealous.

That is all.