Turn My Swag On

18:00pm, 1995, somewhere in Nigeria
I pull up my mini skirt. I put on all my bangles. My friend is still doing her hair. My hair is the usual. Sleek, long, black. I don't have any makeup on but I don't need any, I got my swag on.

11:00pm, 2002, somewhere in central Europe
I put on my high heels. My jeans is the usual, black. My make up done by an artist who likes to experiment. I can hardly recognise myself. My top is figure hugging, the usual. My friend is still doing her hair. I look in the mirror and take a shot of vodka. I got my swag on.

16:00pm, 2011 somewhere in northern Europe

I pull up my boots. I have just my leggings on. I wear a pullover, then another. I put on my jacket. The collar is upturned. I don't comb my hair, I don't have any makeup. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I leave the lift. "Whats up?" I ask myself. Damn, I have got a swag on...