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Every woman will understand this, today yours truly decided to dress to impress (to kill) to church. When I came out of m,y bedroom, even hubby did not recognized me. He kept looking at me and rubbing his eyes as if he was dreaming, till Junior had to ask him if he was ok.
Me ke! I didn’t send ooo, my sisters. If you see this okrika top I bought last week, its like straight from Ralph Lauren store. I matched it with fabulous white skirt, then I wore my six and half inches heels on top plus my big wide brim designers hat.
Yes, this is hat dressing not head tie. Hubby looked at me and sighed. He reminded me that with the hat no one behind my seat will see the front because of my six inches heel but I was not ready for his sermon this morning because that is what we were going for in the church.
You need to see me, with my dark shade. As we walk out side to the car, my daughter saw the way l am holding on to the wall, she asked me if l was sure l can make it to church with the shoes.
I gave her the eyes, she cringed closer to her dad. Who supported her by asking me if I am sure l was ok with what I am putting on. Well my intentions are honourable ooo my fellow sisters abi?, I just want to look great to church or make yanga as we day talk am ke. After all, “cleanliness is next to Godliness”.
My hubby said I am being vain, vain for where this one no be vain, na guy I want to make for church today. Well l did not listen to any one. I tattered on my feet like a new born learning to walk, holding the wall to get to the car and got in. I grinned from cheek to cheek, I have succeeded. Off we drove to church.
Well!, usually we park close to the front door of the church but today luck failed me my sisters. For when we got there our space was occupied as hubby had to look for space far from the entrance, my daughter laughed behind and my hubby grinned. Trouble done start be that, my yanga plan done dey fail for church gate.
Hmmmm, that was when l recalled, l did not take a flat slippers in my bag. I got off and started my journey to the church entrance, I succeeded till I was climbing the last stairs leading to the doors. My bubble burst, Puam! the heel of my (yanga) shoes break off.
Come see how hubby and my kids started laughing, everyone turn to look. I was so embarrass that I walked in church limping, got to my seat and removed my shoes. Well, all through the service, I walk with bare feet and hubby would look and smile. I kept eyeing him to know it was not funny.
After church, I walked to the car too that way. We got home safely because my family had so much fun recounting it and my daughter had to pull her phone out to show me the photo she took of my ordeal. I could not help but laugh too, what a day. My bubble bursted but my family had fun and the word was for me today “vanity upon vanity, all is vanity”. Have wonderful day till next Sunday edition.