Life with Las B...

  I act like I'm okay but I've been seriously eyeing this perfume since it came out in April.  Bad news is - I already have 2 perfumes from this brand (Beguile by Oma - I'm their brand loyalist for life)❤️  But I'm not a spendthrift, so no mindless buying.  Which is why I'm working to hit a milestone (like finally cracking problem solving and building something) so I can tell my brain that I'm rewarding myself with it.  But I still stalk their page everyday to read reviews🥺🥺

You are in your third year in the University. At 21, you are only getting to accepting being enlightened and questioning the demands and expectations of culture. You have only begun challenging the norms, stereotypes among others. Today is one of the days allotted for the cultural celebration in your village. It is expected that every woman, especially unmarried ones steer clear of the masquerade to which this day is dedicated to. The consequences varies from merely admonition, or downright thrashing of deviants. "This restriction is not for me," you think. "This is the opportunity for me to expose all of these unprogressive cultural practices. I have to do this, for the future generation not to be caught up with these" In addition to the above is that you are aware that those behind the masks were mere men, mundane mortals whose level of intellectual comprehension is at same level with plebians. You swear that you will not keep silent in the face of opp...

This would be your first appearance at the club. An organisation your friend, Kosi swore was for the elites. She said that it was a kind of fraternity and sorority organisation, "Brotherhood and Sisterhood", she called it. You were skeptic, "Which one is fraternity abi Sorority again? In Nigeria ke?" These names were out of place in Nigeria, but she insisted, "Them get plenty guys ooo, rich ones sef. Better people through and through." That seemed to move you. At the point you were in your life, you needed that kind of association, with people of the upper echelon of the society. You asked of the intent of the association, and she replied that it's a circle of the rich, to network and mingle among themselves. She had become a member by proxy on the virtue of being married to a member, so it's wise to say, that she had become a member by association. Your first appearance was the dinner night of the inauguration of a member into the Nati...

"These shoes are not where it should be", you lament as a start for the day. Your daughter was supposed to keep them in the racks properly, she never does. You are exhausted with the reprimands, she never registers this in her mind. "Chidiebube, will you come here!" The murmuring of a deviant kid and shuffling of feet pads to your presence. "What's with this? How many times will I remind you that these shoes shouldn't be scattered?" You keep ranting, moving towards her while gesticulating with your hands. She takes a step back and another till she is backed to the wall. She face is buried with her hands because she knows what awaits her. You are angry, 'How dare she seem so unconcerned about your warnings?' You have to teach her a lesson. "Remove that nonsense from your face. Come on, look at me" She heeds your voice, pull out her hands and stares right back at you. You gasp and now, it is your turn to take a step back...

I got 'it' as a gift from an acquaintance. She was the hurdle in my workplace. I was lucky enough to be interning in the same department where she was the lead manager. I admired her but my ambition was more than the admiration. I wanted a spot in the company and I wanted it badly. It was 3 months into my internship. My ebullient self was then gaining popularity. Thus, I was hopeful, certain even that I would be retained after my 6 months internship was done. I had completed my NYSC and I figured that I should do the internship instead of doing nothing at home. I loved the office environment, it was busy, hectic, serious and I loved the pressure that came with meeting deadlines. That acquaintance, no, at this time, she was only a role model. It was her approval and recommendation that I needed to be retained at the end of the internship. I had become the darling of almost everyone except her, and I was desperate to have her stamp of approval. She was not giving me the time of t...