Nubiti: The “Golden Lady” of Egypt

Slowly, and ungracefully she walked down the sidewalk. Her large hips swayed from left to right making her saddlebags unavoidable in her tight, black polyester pants as she took lumbering steps in her golden flats that shimmered in the early morning sunlight. A glimmer of yellow flickered from the flecks of metallic yarn embedded in her oh-so-tight black sweater with the 1980s geometric weave on the front. Only her enormous gilded purse could distract one as the sun does when it breaks through the landscape each morning in its majestic glory, but such was not the case with the hideous handbag. Her nest of raven hair barely moved with each clumsy, golden step but it fell in a not-so-well thought-out ‘do only a (dis)honorable gypsy could flaunt with the indescribable flair Nubiti did. A pretty face may have saved her, but alas, that too was not the case. Very olive-toned she appeared and framed by a mane the color of midnight and thick eyebrows that effectively mimicked the plumpest of caterpillars only enhanced this “Golden Lady’s” antithesis to fashion. But her crowning achievement was not her aquiline nose that protruded in curvatures only Picasso would find appealing, no! Nubiti’s pride rested in her carefully kohled eyes. Eyes encapsulated by the thickest of lines only an entire bottle of liquid eyeliner could provide. Eyes that evoked the dead and mummified queens of Egypt with the same effect one feels after seeing a gilded sarcophagus opened to reveal the dried remains of long-forgotten royals. Royalty she was not, but sadly a thwarted misrepresentation of what once was and could never be again. Alone this golden diva continued down the sidewalk, oblivious of the spectacle she provided to the horrified onlookers who could only imagine what her intentions were and her plans could be.