The club was getting parked, but that made it all the more fun. Bodies rubbing against each other on the dance floor, everyone trying to show their dancing skills as if an award was in the waiting for the best dancer. Bisi’s eyes travelled to the dance floor, with a smirk on her face. She didn’t come to dance. Hell,no. She came with her friends for convenience, Isioma, Tinuke and Bimpe to scout for good looking men that might give them a great time. Not to marry o. All these club boys make terrible husbands. At 29 years, she’s not about to stress herself marrying a man that will live part of his life in the club. The church will give her that offering of a nice young homely man. The guys are not the only ones looking for a wife material in church.
“Hey, isn’t that Cynthia?” Bimpe’s voice broke into her thoughts.
“Where?” Tinuke stretched her neck like agama lizard, squinting her eyes in the dark lit room.
“There, with that Novo guy”, Bimpe said pointing to the VIP lounge to the left side of the dance floor.
“Haa, na mami water she turn to? Which dirty long weavon be dis? Please, if you must wear fake hair, let it at least look natural”, Bisi said with a snort.
“I don’t like fake people. Fake hair, fake nails, fake everything” Isioma added.
” Yeah, and fake complexion” Bimpe said under her breath, referring to Isioma’s bleached up skin, except her knuckles which have a mind of their own and made a defiant choice to stay black.
“See this goat. Who are you referring to? Madam ‘I don’t like fake complexion’. No be your mates dey carry natural hair? Did your mum give birth to you with permed hair?” Isioma retaliated, eyes sparking.
” Tell them o. Follow my footsteps, I’m all natural” Tinuke grinned patting her natural afro. “Follow whose footsteps, madam all natural. Are those your real nails, like devils claws painted red as if your ancestors congealed blood reside there. Your face painted like an Amazon warriors clown” Bisi fired at her. She gets on her nerves with this, ‘I like looking natural’.”If anyone is natural here”, Bisi continued, ” It’s me. Natural hair, make-up free face, no fake or polished nails and I don’t make noise like you!”.
They turned to look at her and burst out laughing cynically. “Why the laughter?” Bisi asked, miffed. “How about the surgery you had to increase your agbalumo breast, or you think we don’t know? Mscheww,” Tinuke hissed.
Hmmm… such irony. Man is judgemental by nature but, sometimes, we outdo nature itself. We are ever so ready to throw shades at people. We seat perched on our high horse, and look down on people’s choices, not for any reason other than their choice is not our ideal.
A typical instance is the battle between people with natural hair, and people with hair extensions, not leaving out people with dark skin and people with light skin. People who’ve had surgery? You’re on your own. Only God can save you on this.
It’s funny how people with permed hair have aligned themselves with those who have natural hair, just because they don’t fix hair extensions. To further compound such irony, people with braids have also grouped themselves with the ‘all natural’.I doff my hat for you, on the different presumed meaning of natural.
Then comes the dark skinned versus the light skin. Dark skinned people retort that they dislike people who tone their skin or lets’ hit straight, bleach their skin. How despicable it is. Why can’t they live their skin the way God created it?
I will play the devil’s advocate here. Who are you to judge one’s choices in life, more so, when it’s an adult making that choice. Why not channel that energy to the younger ones who need help in making the right choices. You don’t want them creaming their bodies. Fair enough. They don’t want you creaming or is it relaxing your hair. Why can’t you leave your hair the way God created it? To those with the so called natural hair, bravo for that decision. I love natural hair, but that doesn’t give you the right to judge those with hair extensions. When you stop fixing artificial nails, applying nail polish, wearing contact lenses, using makeup or wearing heels to artificially elevate your height, then come over to the round table, lets’ sit and judge merrily. Hmm.. you’ve not gone scot free, those of you with hair extensions. Turning down your nose on those with enhanced body jobs as being too fake. I guess for your type, there is being fake, which is you, and being too fake, which is them.
As if judging our friends and acquaintances is not enough, we move to those we don’t know like celebrities. They are all liars, all fakes, they are this, they are that. Question, do they pay you to buy into their presumed make belief? No. If they are faking it, how does that in any way affect you? Why then grieve over something that will not in any way affect your next meal. The irony here, is that you will condemn them for lying about their success, yet take your hard earned money as part of your contribution, to watch any of their shows, movies etc, thereby helping weave their presumed make belief.
I’m not excluded from this monstrous ill attitude that plagues us, and I mean everyone of us. Be you a sister or brother, yes everyone of us. At least I’m making a tremendous effort to control, if not stop this inexcusable attitude that is detrimental to us being not just humans, but humane. How about you?
What a life. We judge what we don’t like, but hate it when people judge what they don’t like. In some way, we are all judges. The only difference is, some people judge from the supreme level, most from the appeal level, others from the high level and a few from the magistrate level.