My comfort clothes
By Hajarah Adokutu Clothes to Buy, Clothes to Wear I buy all the clothes I want, Whether I have the occasion now or not. I tuck them into my wardrobe and smile, Or wear them just to walk a mile. I wear them at home while lounging, Or to the market, and haggle prices to there about. I wear them ironed, I wear them rumpled. I wear them clean, Then wash a cycle to rid them of dirt, So I may wear them anew. Let death meet me bare, So it may shroud me in its darkness Alas, more clothes to wear. One of the quiet joys I’ve recently discovered is the simple pleasure of my clothes. I love them. They bring me happiness. From somber hues to vibrant tones, I adore them all. The ones I wear while cooking, infused with the scent of seasoning and soup. Or the ones that carry the elegant trace of my expensive perfumes. There is a saying: “Ènìyàn ni aṣọ bóra.” Loosely translated, it means “People are your true covering.” And while I hold dear my kin and friendships, I also love my clothes. My orange to...