SHOES VS FEELINGS
I’m bringing the second episode of Ibukun’s story from last week.
Please note that I’m not the writer but it’s something I think you should read.
Now, about Immortals’ Code and episode 21 of Novocaine Knights… wow! The comments! I don’t even know how to start replying. Lol! Guys, can I say that I was just joking?
Okay, maybe not but thanks for the response.
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And to the post of the afternoon, please enjoy.
SHOES VS FEELINGS
I was busy thinking what to do with the fine ass gentleman when he walked over to a table occupied by the most underdressed person in the room.
What is wrong with men of class?
Why do they love the Obioma-wearing species of this earth?
I was sitting far enough away from her table but I could still smell the night before on the girl rocking “all Ankara everything”.
Men really need a guide on the type of girls they should talk, but in brief – class over big ass and bum.
Ladies, calling it African print does not make it quirky and contemporary.
I wasn’t about to compete, so I turned and focused on Mr. Tom Ford after all he was buying me a drink, albeit from his savings account.
You might love waking up to a fancy breakfast of eggs Benedict or bagels with smoked salmon, scrambled eggs and the works, but the best thing to wake up to in this Lagos? Power, with your AC working and your phone fully charged; you can totally keep your breakfast in bed.
I tangled out of my satin sheets (NO! Mr Tom Ford didn’t sleep over) and reached for my gold plated iPhone. A quick look at Twitter and all I saw was basic bitches trying to outdo each with marriage quotes. Black Twitter does the most but Nigerian Twitter takes the cake.
I had a quick conversation with Jide (Mr Tom Ford). We talked about what our itinerary for the day looked like and I told him I have an event to be at. A luncheon for a friend that just launched a jewelry line, she has been messaging me all week to come pick out the ones I like before they go on the shelf. So I grabbed my essentials for the occasion – over sized designer bag, oversized sunnies, cheque book and debit cards (you know these Lagos people don’t have the patience for cheques, they want to be sure that their money is in their account before parting with their goods).
The lunch was somewhere in VGC and the traffic was insane. I number of cuss words I yelled at motorists that won’t stay in their lane was actually kind of alarming. I had forgotten how hideous Lagos traffic could be. I haven’t driven myself in 5 months and with this thought in mind I remember the conversation of the day before with my driver.
Kalu (Driver): Madam, I no go fit come work tomorrow.
Kalu: Madam I beg, my mama don sick and I wan go Akure see am, as I be her only son.
Me: sigh…how long will you be away?
Kalu: I go resume duty Monday Ma.
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