A KNAVISH SMILE

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It was unlike her, if there was anything Ruth wore better than a makeup, it was a smile. A smile that never fades, a smile-provoking smile. I mean Ruth can make you smile just by smiling at you. Her smiles were that contagious, it made her attractive. Her smile was like a magnet. It could search, deep, through the saddest of souls and draw out it purest smile. If she was happy, it reflected on her face and touched her eyes. She was a smiley like that. So everyone thought she was okay, as in,"she dey eat belle full " and we thought "ah! I dont need to ask you if you are okay, your smiles tells it all". I remember spreading my lips with my fingers in front of my mirror severally, practicing how to smile like her. She brought her sheen and shine, and injected it into every heart. It was not until the blood-chilling news of her death came, which left everybody numb, did we know that a smile can be a catchy and deceptive Sham. What could have made Ruth thought of suicide not to think of commiting it. It baffled everyone. Ruth was an angel, so i thought. Was it depression?, frustrations? Did she seek help? If she ever did, did she find any? Too many questions, that aint walking, but running with speed on my mind, shaking my philosophy. What was it, how did she hide it all with beautiful smiles? Or was it the Devil? But my question is how many smiles does a person have to fake before you ask if that person is okay? Before you really care?. These questions beg for answers
JUST THINKING OUT LOUD.

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