OTTHians, how are we? I'm great by the way. So last week, Ope came home and gisted me about one million things, one of which inspired me to write this. Since its throwback Thursday, I decided to share this throwback story. Just incase you're wondering who Ope is, Ope is the only elder brother I have that would beat up anyone who tries to beat me, lol, so na to go dey cause trouble up and down. Okay, now to the reason we're here, I'm going to gist us about two stories, mine happened in 2011 or so while Damola's happened in 2009. By all means, enjoy.
Things happen in Nigeria ehn, things oo and I’m not talking about all these signs of the end-time or other 27 million weird things that happen in Nigeria, what I’m talking about is people who impose certain things on you in the name of using their discretion. Its really funny to me, I don’t know if anyone has ever felt like this. Imagine this case, I gave my cloth to our supposed family tailor, I called her family tailor because at the time, she was the one my family used so I wanted a skirt for a particular uniform worn in my school (tertiary institution o). She gave me a catalog to go through and choose the design I wanted which I did. I chose a short skirt because apart from the fact that I love skimpies, I’m a small-statured person so wearing long skirts make me look smaller than I am, not that I think there’s something wrong with long skirts or something. The skirt I chose wasn’t even exactly short because it was just slightly above or below my knee, don’t know which is proper to be used but my point is, my knee was going to be seen when I wear the skirt or at least that’s what I thought. The skirt was supposed to have pockets as well because I have a thing for pockets, infact, no matter how ridiculous any outfit looks, just put a pocket in it and I’d wear it. Bla bla and bla, I got my skirt and the skirt was just the opposite of short which is gnol and it had no pockets at all. I looked very ridiculous when I wore it but I had to ask why and guess what she said, of course she didn’t say jkhkjgfhh this time, she said she thought the one I chose was too short so she tried making it longer and I was like-----------------you get?
Damola’s story made me laugh till I could laugh no more, I don’t know if it would make you laugh that hard because I laugh too much most times. So Damola went to who I’d refer to as his “family barber” to shape his hair that was almost as full as Wole Soyinka’s if not more than. All he wanted to do was make it look neat not make it go from grace to grass. My guy was busy gisting with his barber and other guys till the end of the haircut and when he was done, he was looking like Trey Songz (I’m exaggerating though) and I’m not talking about looks even though he’s cute too, I'm talking about how low the haircut was.Then the “why” question comes into play and the man said something like “you these boys, why would you be carrying plenty hair like that” and plenty other things I would refer to as rubbish.
There’s a very wide gap between doing your job and doing “oversabi”, using your discretion is another thing entirely. If I walk into a salon and I tell the stylist to just do something nice, I just want to look good without specifying what I want exactly, then her discretion needs to be at play because I didn’t specify but when I say I want a “shuku” hairstyle for instance, that means that is what I want to see no matter the design she does it with but adding “base” to it is oversabi because I didn’t ask for it. No, I do not see it as jara, it is oversabi at its peak. Designing the shuku itself is putting a touch of professionalism into something very ordinary.
Funny enough, I don’t even know why I’m writing this but here I am. Oh I remember now, it was Ope who was gisting me about something then I remembered this gist so I decided to write about it. I wasn’t really pained about my own story because I knew I could still adjust it or better still, sew another but Damola’s story, where would he get the hair from, his labor of many years, lol. We should always do what we are asked to do without doing oversabi and we should use our discretion when necessary.
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Things happen in Nigeria ehn, things oo and I’m not talking about all these signs of the end-time or other 27 million weird things that happen in Nigeria, what I’m talking about is people who impose certain things on you in the name of using their discretion. Its really funny to me, I don’t know if anyone has ever felt like this. Imagine this case, I gave my cloth to our supposed family tailor, I called her family tailor because at the time, she was the one my family used so I wanted a skirt for a particular uniform worn in my school (tertiary institution o). She gave me a catalog to go through and choose the design I wanted which I did. I chose a short skirt because apart from the fact that I love skimpies, I’m a small-statured person so wearing long skirts make me look smaller than I am, not that I think there’s something wrong with long skirts or something. The skirt I chose wasn’t even exactly short because it was just slightly above or below my knee, don’t know which is proper to be used but my point is, my knee was going to be seen when I wear the skirt or at least that’s what I thought. The skirt was supposed to have pockets as well because I have a thing for pockets, infact, no matter how ridiculous any outfit looks, just put a pocket in it and I’d wear it. Bla bla and bla, I got my skirt and the skirt was just the opposite of short which is gnol and it had no pockets at all. I looked very ridiculous when I wore it but I had to ask why and guess what she said, of course she didn’t say jkhkjgfhh this time, she said she thought the one I chose was too short so she tried making it longer and I was like-----------------you get?
Damola’s story made me laugh till I could laugh no more, I don’t know if it would make you laugh that hard because I laugh too much most times. So Damola went to who I’d refer to as his “family barber” to shape his hair that was almost as full as Wole Soyinka’s if not more than. All he wanted to do was make it look neat not make it go from grace to grass. My guy was busy gisting with his barber and other guys till the end of the haircut and when he was done, he was looking like Trey Songz (I’m exaggerating though) and I’m not talking about looks even though he’s cute too, I'm talking about how low the haircut was.Then the “why” question comes into play and the man said something like “you these boys, why would you be carrying plenty hair like that” and plenty other things I would refer to as rubbish.
There’s a very wide gap between doing your job and doing “oversabi”, using your discretion is another thing entirely. If I walk into a salon and I tell the stylist to just do something nice, I just want to look good without specifying what I want exactly, then her discretion needs to be at play because I didn’t specify but when I say I want a “shuku” hairstyle for instance, that means that is what I want to see no matter the design she does it with but adding “base” to it is oversabi because I didn’t ask for it. No, I do not see it as jara, it is oversabi at its peak. Designing the shuku itself is putting a touch of professionalism into something very ordinary.
Funny enough, I don’t even know why I’m writing this but here I am. Oh I remember now, it was Ope who was gisting me about something then I remembered this gist so I decided to write about it. I wasn’t really pained about my own story because I knew I could still adjust it or better still, sew another but Damola’s story, where would he get the hair from, his labor of many years, lol. We should always do what we are asked to do without doing oversabi and we should use our discretion when necessary.
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If barber give me that kind of hair cut, I will sit him down and barb h my own. LolLol.