Hi guys, now let me tell you how I spent last saturday. You know I have been in the ‘owambe’ mood for quite a while now. – it’s been a while I attended an ‘owambe’ and yes I prefer weddings or burial ceremonies of very very old people ( the ones that have spent more than extra time in life) – finally my most anticipated wedding was upon me, oh how I had patiently waited for this. The wait was finally over I will be owambe-ing today. Ready, I was! And yes, Super excited! haha I had dressed up and snapped a million selfies in my head. Plus the pictures of Party Jollof, oh what a feeling.
I was over the moon and preparations were underway until I got a call from my friend Biola, reminding me of the shoot for her clothing line and the date? My owambe Saturday! Devil is a liar!!! I was going to tell her I wasn’t going to be available, of course I am booked. You already know I have to be at the wedding. But then she started the call conversation by complaining about everything and how everybody was disappointing her. She was calling so I will comfort her, not add to the problem, so I couldn’t tell her I won’t also be around. I then concluded, since the shoot will be in the morning, I will go for the wedding reception after.
On Friday evening, I got a call from my boss and asking me to come to be at work on Saturday for a procedure by 12pm. Instantly I told my boss I couldn’t make it because I have a family wedding to attend and Saturday was totally booked for me. I finally succumbed after he made me see reasons why I had to be at work. “My boss is a very nice and considerate man; how can I say no?” I thought to myself.
Saturday became the day I had to divide myself into three. So I change my plan: I was going to be at work by 12pm, be out of there after completing the procedure by 1pm, I will be at Biola’s shoot by 1:30 max, then finally be at the wedding my 3/4pm. Sounds like the perfect thing to do right? Afterall most weddings starts by 6/7pm in Lagos. The painful thing about those kind of plan is that “it only works out in your head”.
Saturday finally arrived, it started with a very rough morning but I was still able to make it to the office by 12pm. When I got to work, the patient had not arrived. By 1pm when she had still not come, I had to cancel and leave so I could meet up with the shoot. I finally got to the shoot in time but the makeup artist was still on the first model. So I made myself busy sending my post’s email while waiting patiently for my turn to beat thy face. Fast-forward to 4pm, we started taking the pictures. When we were done, I touched up my makeup, had my gele tied; I was just about to step out when I got a call from my mum telling me the wedding was over and she was about to leave Lagos. Oh I forgot to include we were going outside Lagos Saturday evening to see someone.
P.S. If there is anything I know about friendship, making time and sacrifices is one of the secret of a long-lasting strong bond. I missed the wedding which was lit on snapchat, and to crown it all “the parry jollof rice”, and I didn’t perform the procedure for my patient but I was able to come through for a friend and am glad I did, and yes! a real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.
Don’t forget to comment about my lovely outfit…… kisses