On a Tuesday morning…what was he seeing?
Thank God that ‘val’ is over(yawns and stretches). Everybody has moved on. Now we are concentrating on the price of the dollar(450 or so at the black market), the economic crunch and how harsh people have become lately. Have you noticed the way people shout at you when you mistakenly step on their foot in a bus or sit on their space? Have you noticed the scowl on the face of people you meet everyday, on the sidewalk, in your office or the market? Have you noticed how people flare up over a seemingly harmless argument? People are as tensed up as the economy is.
That person isn’t shouting because you stepped on his foot, he’s actually angry at himself and the government and over the harsh realities of our times. He’s angry because his salary is chasing fewer goods. He’s angry because he can’t afford to pay his rent or live in a more decent environment better than where he is. So, when next it happens, don’t be offended. Simply move on.
I had joined a federal government staff bus of one of the ministries on my way home yesterday and all of them wore a mournful look. There was no chit-chat or the usual talks about one allocation or the other or one money to be shared. Most of them now resume 8am instead of the regular 10am.
So, news making the rounds is that several fine girls in Lagos are now hawking agege bread, looking for their own Ty Bello. Very interesting. What is it with the Nigerian media always saying ‘breadseller turned model?’ Why not, Olajumoke Orisaguna, a model and mother of two….. will she continue to wear the tag of a breadseller?
We have moved on from her story. Yes, we are back to our harsh economic realities. Wait o, it seems the realities aren’t biting hard on Abuja aristos. Where do they always get the cash to waste on young ladies, harsh economy or not. They don’t spend peanuts ooo(at least femi customs proved that)
Here I was on a beautiful Tuesday morning, meandering my way through traffic around Wuse Market to my place of work at Wuse 11, when this official peugeot car honked and flashed his light at me. I thought I did wrong by passing in his front when he was about to move until I saw him roll down his very tinted car window and was actually smiling and saying something which I couldn’t decipher. By then, I was safely on the sidewalk. I merely smiled and continued walking. Another story for the gods…ain’t nobody gat time for that nonsense on an early morning.
You see, blogging isn’t the only thing I do. I hold a regular 8-5 job like everybody else(when I say everybody else, I mean most Nigerians, hehehe). And, yes, I mentioned Wuse earlier but no, I am not selling lace materials inside Wuse market(lol, lol, pun intended). I only waka pass
I am a very simple dresser. I don’t wear make-up. I don’t even know anything about face products in the market. Then, each time I want to make my hair, I keep hearing the voice of the Health Prefect girl while I was in secondary school, Bisi Ogutuga who used to call out different hairstyles every Friday in those days. I keep hearing her voice, whispering to me, or shouting sometimes like she does on the assembly ground when she says “the hairstyle for next week is ALL BACK” and people say ‘Ehn, we can’t hear you o, or some will say ‘all-back again??’
So her voice comes into my head each time I want to make my hair and I end up with weaves mostly in all-back. Somebody should help me call her out o, she should stop whispering all-back in my ears(lol, lol)
The bottom line is; I was wearing weaves in ‘all-back’, in a simple dress, plain face, no make-up, I carried my bag across my chest like(oh! I don’t give a damn) and you dared honk at me? On a Tuesday morning?? What were you seeing? Like seriously….i need to know