As a child all I wanted to do was sit on the veranda and read a book. It was cool and mostly quiet in a home full of boys. Another thing I loved to do, was to walk around my mother’s tropical garden and pick her flowers, definitely not her roses! I would pick hibiscus and bougainvillea petals among others. We would use an orange flower with a strong long green stem, excellent for sword fights with my brothers. Sorry, I don’t know its name. The petals I would put in water hoping to make perfumes. I wasn’t successful. Best of all, we would suck the nectar from these precious flowers.Living in our gated home, we were protected. Surrounded by the beauty that nature offers, one is bound to take it for granted. Mangos and avocados so creamy you could simply slather on your face. Little did I know then it was to become a thing. Then the citrus fruits: tangerine, orange and a combination fruit of orange and tangerine or similar my father had had grafted. Even the cactus thrived. The garden was well kept and delicious. Many of us still take our skin for granted. Our faces get all the goodies cosmetic companies have to offer, but what about the rest of our body? Our skin is the gated home that houses all that nature has afforded us. It is the largest organ the body has, and stretches to cover everything we hold dear, our internal organs. Just as I would help my mother and the gardener water her garden, to ensure the soil was moist and the thirsty plants fed with what they needed to keep them beautiful. Our skin craves moisturisation.The aging process, did I have to say that? Well, I just did. From the day we…
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