I Love my Mum. This isn't just because she "mothered" me, but also because she is an embodiment of knowledge, an epitome of a godly christian mother and the one God used to baptise me into the music ministry and fashion.
My Mum is a Fashion designer. There was no other trade she cherished as much as that. Wedding dresses, native attires and other outfits strictly for ladies. The only men's cloth she made were for Dad and the boys in the family. She has an exquisite sense of Fashion and it robbed off on all her children. She carried us along every step of the way. When she is getting dressed for an outing she will ask any of us available to help confirm colour combos and head gear styles. If she leaves the house in a dress we do not approve of , just wait for five minutes, and she will back to the drawing board. We were literally her mirror.
With the few points of mine in the above paragraph, I hope I have been able to convince you that this thing i have for fashion came from a great influence. However, I decided to take it to another level when I became very obsessed with my look. Then, my siblings will always counsel that I should not exhaust all my savings on clothes and shoes. Now I know better. So I started self branding. I understood that looking the part isn't always about expensive outfits. I had to define my own luxury.
I started making out time to intentionally look nice in anything I wore, shoes, shirts, pants and the "unseen". This grew with me and I became meticulous in my selection. To achieve that, I had to consult with the best fashion expert, the Sweet Spirit of Jesus. After all , Jesus said "...He will teach us all things..." and that includes how to look good too(my opinion). So when I go for programs and people comment on how I look, I just smile to the Big Boss behind it.
That being said, I try to do all I can to appear nice and neat and that came with a lot of intangible cost. I will share two hilarious experiences to let you know what I meant by "I try to do all I can".
If you've seen or heard of ladies making up anywhere and at anytime, then you need to read this humourours piece.
EXPERIENCE ONE
I went to an RCCG church one day to minister and the music director was drawn to what God did in our ministration so he invited me to come grace his wedding reception with the music from my saxophone during the couples entry. The wedding was at Ilorin, Kwara State, one of the western states in Nigeria. As part my policies, I try to arrive at the venue of an event earlier not just for sound check but also for mental composure and calmness to sense what is available in spiritual atmosphere for downloading. So I left Lagos for Ilorin. On getting to the park I was to alight, I checked the time and discovered I was behind schedule so I stopped the next cab I saw. Did I mention that I wasn't dressed yet. I had my white native attire with me. Based on my calculation, there wouldn't be time to change at the venue so I ......
Fill in the gap...lol
EXPERIENCE TWO
I was preparing one my lectures for my Masters class early that morning when I got a call from a friend. He said "Where are you? Hope you know today is my birthday and I will like you to be around. My wife will be putting together a small party and I want to propose to her again handing her another ring" . I Loved the sound of that. Romantic stuffs like that triggers the creativity in me. So we made arrangements for me to come in from Ibadan, Oyo state to Jibowu, Lagos. Apparently, I had scheduled an appointment with some friends at Abeokuta, Ogun State for afternoon and cannot cancel it, so you can imagine the "three course meal on my table".
After an interesting lecture on Research Methodology at University Teaching Hospital, Ibadan, UCH, I set out for Abeokuta. On arrival, My friends delayed before showing up for our meeting(not intentionally though) so my plans to get to Lagos on or before 7:30pm was getting punctured. Finally they arrived, we dis what we could and I left for Lagos. You see my life, like Johnnie Walker . All is well with me.
I got to the border(interchange) between Lagos and Ogun State in a good time, but between RCCG CAMP and Berger, the public Bus I boarded(since I don't have a car yet. God can use you...lol) was stopping at almost every bus stop. The situation was getting on my nerves but what could I d? We eventually got to our final bus stop and I walked so fast to get the next bus going my direction. As I entered, I sensed another delay. I jumbled off and ran toward the BRT buses, got my ticket and went in. I noticed very few people came in, about three. I immediately went to the back seat out of the view of the other passengers and guess what I did? Lol.
The painful part was that, on getting to the venue I discovered I still had time. I felt so bad because there was still time to do what I did in the bus. I was checked in to my hotel suite and waited for the commencement of the surprise section I came for.
That is the the life of a Commuter, a Worshiper and somebody's husband to be...God help me
At the end, it was all worth it. I could see the excitement on the wife's face. She was literally glowing as she receives another golden ring.
Day Four...
Stay tuned for more experiences from my archives.
Cheers!!!
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