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My Sister: Liza

Let me tell you about my '20-something going on 40' year old sister.


She is 5"5.
She is a yellow banana :-).
She wears spectacles.
She loves to wear (and consequently to buy [very often])high heels.
She sounds like a man in the morning, deep throated voice and laughter.
She loves music, can sing along to most of the popular R n B 'buyimba'.
She can do some pretty fascinating make-up on any face, real artistry.
She is a Queen and must be treated as such (Paul is the only man who has understood this better than anyone).
The hair that grows from the roots of her scalp has been the igniter of envy from femalefolk in her life since forever :-).
She loves colour, do not give her greys and blacks.
She can cook up a storm, give her any recipe and she will bring it to life.
She drives a hard bargain, for all her lack of fluency in vernacular, she never fails to get the best deal on clothes, shoes, bags, whatever.
She, unlike me, does not easily get up to dance, she prefers to nod her head in rythm to the music.
She is tough, baby faced though she looks, she is one 'hard' chic! She has learnt not to cry easily.
Her poison of choice is a well done cocktail, oft, a mojito :-).
She is hardworker, she will not stop until she has accomplished the task set before her.
She does not suffer fools gladly :-)
She is fiercely loyal to friends and family and these can depend on her to be of help to the best of her ability-anytime.
She is compassionate.
She can effect an Angelina Jolie pout splendidy :-)
She is spiritual. Deep. God fearing.
She says she is not very partial to children, but I know she will make a great mother when the time comes.
She is a Mercedes gal.
She is the classiest woman I know.
She is not only my sister, she is my friend.

Comments

  1. Now words alone ain't enough to describe the lady that she is...but nonetheless this sets us off to a good start :-)..XL ;-)

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  2. Ahem...i know Liza hasnt read this but mehnn,So proud of her.There can never be a better description of her.Lynn,u for got something big here.

    Shez loving just as the name Korukundo states.lol

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  3. i love how on point this is.
    ...the height, the glasses and the morning voice, we ascribe to genes. all the other awesomeness is uniquely, beautifully, the Liza brand. and hey, don't forget her AMAZING skin, her love for good sleep, new things and magazines! i envy her memory and knack for details. And Diane, love, how apt is her other other name: 'Daisy'? :) that perennial, resilient beauty that blossoms at dawn...
    to know her is to feel, and be, l.u.c.k.y.

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  4. One person who always tells the honest to God truth :)

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  5. i love the passion with which this piece is written, it totally describes the Liz i knew and more, makes you want to meet this lady and she is a great leader too.

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