In the legscape of the city of Accra, the miniskirt is fast fading away! Its boring big sister (the skirt) is making less appearances. Its equally ravishing cousin (the minidress) is now oh so shy.
Popularised (some say invented) by Mary Quant, a British designer, in Swinging London in the sixties, this organised strip of fabric is accused of scandal, corruptive influence, car crashes and every bad thing in between.
It is, properly, a delightfully skyward wrap, whose hemline (when conservative) is eight inches above knee level. It is sometimes better measured in mere inches below (sea level?) No, below the crotch fork :)
I have said it all my life, and it will bear repetition. Along with the internet and the mobile phone, the miniskirt was the most intriguing invention of the twentieth century. Three powerful modes of instant communication :). And deep in our hearts, we all know which one has the biggest impact.
A poor young woman was sexually assaulted recently in Johannesburg for daring to wear a miniskirt. Her assailants skirted GOOD SOCIAL RULES about consent. Nwabisa Ncgukana gets a mention in my heroes section this week for going back with others to tell the demented taxi drivers what we all think of them.
The Accra weather is hot. The miniskirt is ideal for the heat. The miniskirt is comfortable to wear in the heat (or have I been lied to?) Ergo, the miniskirt is perfect for Accra! So, where have all the miniskirts gone? Accra is sweltering these days. Everywhere you go, the pair of trousers rules.I guess it is each to their own.
Well, then, my own is to wonder if people have privacy issues. Or are we short of graceful legs? Maybe the staple diet denies the chance to be body beautiful. A tight pair of ... anything, really (but the miniskirt) can round off just about any knobs or flabs or handles :)
Where have all the miniskirts gone? We must stop constructing the city centre pavements in protest. What is the canvas without the paint?