Forest grass Mural.
Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich too. Not like this muted palette – chocolate brown carpet, washed out sunny light, green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know every twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face along this stairway, and I am suffocating.
Omo mi watched the long grass… moving within them. The wind pushed it, attacked it, struck it in one place and then another. It rose and fell and rose again. It flowed, like water at the stairway.
NurseryMural # Forest grass @ Omo mi Childcare, Lekki phase1 .