Since it's throwback thursday and also the first of October, I decided to tell us a short throwback story of an event that took place on the first of October, 2010. The story goes thus...
I and Ope, my older brother were in the city of Abuja at the time visiting our Aunt who's a cosmetologist. Days passed and the first of october came. We were home watching movies until my Aunt said we should go to a church called COZA (can't remember the full meaning but I think the c stands for confederation while the z stands for zion) so we added a touch of green to our outfits. I'm going to describe my outfit because that's what prompted this write up. My aunt gave me this black bra that had a cross-back and would have to be hooked from the front instead of the regular bra one would have to hook from behind. I wore the bra under a long-sleeved elastic green top on a blue jean and I was good to go.
We got to COZA, the service had already started so we joined in. My aunt and her friend sat together while I and my brother sat together. I'm not a dancer on a norm but once in a while the spirit takes over and I even surprise myself by dancing beyond my imagination. October 1st, 2010 was one of those days so I danced away my sorrows though I never really had any at the time. While dancing as if I had no worries in the world, something shocking happened to me, my bra unhooked itself and I mean unhooked itself due to the intensity of my dance moves. This slowed me down immediately as I tried to hide it as much as I could then luckily for me, the lights went off though the sounds were still on. Without thinking twice I seized this opportunity to adjust my bra so I bent a bit and hooked it. Yayyyy! I resumed my dancing, slow and steady this time though but it turned out that my bra didn't approve of my dancing as it unhooked again. Lights still off, "I'm safe", I thought as I bent again to re-hook it but my plan failed as the lights came on almost immediately so I tried to hold myself together to avoid eyes on my chest region, no one was really looking though since they were all in the "independence day" spirit but I was very conscious of my predicament or so it seemed at the moment. I didn't want to go in search of the toilet because the church was quite big and there was no usher in sight that I could ask.
While mentally planning my next move, the service was almost over so my aunt said we should leave so we left the auditorium but didn't leave the church compound as she said she was waiting for one of her friends. While waiting, I looked around and saw cars packed within the compound and the light from inside the church wasn't reflecting on them so I went in between the cars and tried hooking it. My brother must have been wondering what I was doing but I didn't give up. I kept trying until my eyes jammed with another male looking towards my direction then I hesitated for a minute or two to see if he'd look away but I think he was curious too so he kept looking. I carried on with my action knowing I couldn't tell him not to look and since my body wasn't exposed, he could keep looking and wondering for all I cared. My bra didn't co-operate as it refused to hook not even considering the amount of time I spent trying to fix it. While struggling with it, my aunt said it was time to leave since her friend who we were waiting for had arrived so I walked to meet her. I was shocked to discover that the friend we were waiting for was the other male watching me when I was trying to hook my bra. I greeted him as if nothing happened and he answered with a look that questioned what I was trying to do back then. We entered his car and I continued my quest but he was the one driving so he kept looking at me from his mirror in a what-kind-of-small-witch-is-this-one way but no questions were asked and no stories were told.
Finally, the day ended well and I soon forgot about the events of that day for a while though. And for the bra, I forgave it and gave it a second chance until it proved itself again but this time I was in a safer place. I finally learnt my lesson and ditched the bra abi is it by force to wear bra that can be hooked from the front? The person who said the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know was right afterall because my usual bra has never failed me up till this moment.
Happy independence, enjoy your day and pray a special prayer for Nigeria today.
Facebook - Odusola Aanuoluwapo
Twitter - @odusolar
BBM - 2ACA8612
I and Ope, my older brother were in the city of Abuja at the time visiting our Aunt who's a cosmetologist. Days passed and the first of october came. We were home watching movies until my Aunt said we should go to a church called COZA (can't remember the full meaning but I think the c stands for confederation while the z stands for zion) so we added a touch of green to our outfits. I'm going to describe my outfit because that's what prompted this write up. My aunt gave me this black bra that had a cross-back and would have to be hooked from the front instead of the regular bra one would have to hook from behind. I wore the bra under a long-sleeved elastic green top on a blue jean and I was good to go.
We got to COZA, the service had already started so we joined in. My aunt and her friend sat together while I and my brother sat together. I'm not a dancer on a norm but once in a while the spirit takes over and I even surprise myself by dancing beyond my imagination. October 1st, 2010 was one of those days so I danced away my sorrows though I never really had any at the time. While dancing as if I had no worries in the world, something shocking happened to me, my bra unhooked itself and I mean unhooked itself due to the intensity of my dance moves. This slowed me down immediately as I tried to hide it as much as I could then luckily for me, the lights went off though the sounds were still on. Without thinking twice I seized this opportunity to adjust my bra so I bent a bit and hooked it. Yayyyy! I resumed my dancing, slow and steady this time though but it turned out that my bra didn't approve of my dancing as it unhooked again. Lights still off, "I'm safe", I thought as I bent again to re-hook it but my plan failed as the lights came on almost immediately so I tried to hold myself together to avoid eyes on my chest region, no one was really looking though since they were all in the "independence day" spirit but I was very conscious of my predicament or so it seemed at the moment. I didn't want to go in search of the toilet because the church was quite big and there was no usher in sight that I could ask.
Finally, the day ended well and I soon forgot about the events of that day for a while though. And for the bra, I forgave it and gave it a second chance until it proved itself again but this time I was in a safer place. I finally learnt my lesson and ditched the bra abi is it by force to wear bra that can be hooked from the front? The person who said the devil you know is better than the angel you don't know was right afterall because my usual bra has never failed me up till this moment.
Happy independence, enjoy your day and pray a special prayer for Nigeria today.
Facebook - Odusola Aanuoluwapo
Twitter - @odusolar
BBM - 2ACA8612
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