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    LIFE IN LAGOS! Oh! My Wedding Asoebi

    Lagos is the one city I am certain can take your enthusiasm
    from 100 to 0 and then back to 100 in one fell swoop. I discovered this last
    Saturday when a friend invited me to a very “upper class”, exclusive wedding.

    I love weddings; I believe it’s a great time to celebrate
    true love and help usher the couple into a blissful married life, basically,
    it’s not about the guests, it’s about the two people saying “I do” before their
    friends and loved ones. So without hesitation I agreed to attend, I even
    purchased the AsoEbi….continue
    On Saturday morning, I arrived my friend’s house in my AsoEbi, which was modestly sewn into a
    skirt and blouse, paired with my comfy heeled sandals, just in time to make the
    service.  As soon as she opened the door,
    I could see the look of disapproval on her face but I didn’t think much of it.
    After an hour of sitting in the living room politely waiting
    for her to get ready, I angrily stormed into her bedroom and I could not
    believe my eyes! There was a make-up artist fully set up, a nail technician
    buffing away at her fingernails and her AsoEbi
    outfit hanging off the curtain rail like a real life wedding dress!
    When I asked what on earth was going on, she explained that
    the days of showing up at a wedding looking average are over and that when we arrive
    at the venue, I would discover why. 
    After another two hours of primping and fussing, she was
    ready; her make up rivaled any bride’s in the land! Her dress was a creation on
    its own and her gele was tied to
    perfection. Honestly, this girl could very well have been the bride.
    We both stood in front of the mirror and I must say that
    even though I paled terribly in comparison, I couldn’t help but find her look
    quite excessive.
    By this time, we had already missed the service and a good
    portion of the reception.
     When I mentioned how
    late we were, she laughed and asked me if I thought she paid for one of the
    best make-up artists in Lagos to “beat” her face to perfection as well as shell
    out a hefty sum for her dress only to arrive early? With all the effort she had
    put in, she was determined to make an entrance.
    Ha! Entrance? Is it your wedding? I wanted to shake this
    girl silly but I kept my cool.
    Off we went to the reception and as we walked in, I finally
    understood what she had been talking about. Every young lady at this party was
    looking professionally made up, decked in their exquisite versions of the asoebi with dangerously high heels!
    For the first time, I started to feel insecure. All of a
    sudden, my lipstick wasn’t “red” enough, my eye shadow wasn’t “smokey” enough, my
    face wasn’t “contoured” enough, my outfit was not bedazzled or revealing
    enough, my high heels were nowhere near the sky scrapers these girls were
    mounted on!
    Thank God the bride was already hitched because with girls
    like these, unsuspecting single girls did not stand a chance at meeting anyone.
    The wedding party carried on and by the next hour, most of
    the girls could hardly stand in their heels. I, on the other hand was able to
    stand and dance all night long in my comfy shoes while maintaining some height
    and in the end, it didn’t seem so bad. I mean, my make up wasn’t caking on my
    face, my feet didn’t hurt, I could eat and drink all I wanted without worrying
    about bursting out of a waist trainer! Now that is what I call a grand ol’
    time!
    By Bunmi Ajakaiye

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