People often ask why I love black; but I’ve never really had a straight answer. Well, it’s a really nice and beautiful colour. It represents so many things to different people. But, I guess in a way, it represents happiness; in a weird way. Basically, to me, it represents the way I view life. That is, I see life as a dark place where you have to create a sort of light for yourself; so you can find your way amidst the darkness; till the light shines so bright; and you realise there’s actually a reason for everything. I mean, in that darkness, there’s a little ray of light; and that light represents hope. Hope for a dream that actually becomes a reality when you try hard. Well, I guess I’m done with the poetic talk.
But seriously, it is a nice colour with a hint of mystery to it. And it doesn’t show stain (well it depends on the stain). I really love black; and for that reason, it’s my favourite colour. You know when you really love something and you have no idea why you do? Well that’s how I feel about the colour black. And like people say, “Black is Beautiful.”
– Okoto Enigma