...& a near alcoholic.
Thankfully, I am not an alcoholic. Did you say yet? *straight face* It's no secret that I work with a Spirits and Wine Company. When people ask me what I do, I tell them I sell 'ogogoro' even though I work in the background...well, not-so-distant background *winks*. Sometime in 2013 I wrote a note- "CONFESSIONS OF A NEAR ALCOHOLIC" on my Facebook page though(you can read it up by clicking on title post). Asides from the new "forced habit" of alcohol tasting talked about, the piece also tried to capture my experience through my first ever trip to the infamous New Afrika Shrine. Hmm...a year 5 months later, I made a second visit and this time I stayed till lights out.
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Rewind.
21/03/2015 I woke up early as usual but with even more mental preparation than on a week day because I knew a looooooong weekend stretched before me. The Friday before saw me getting home at 11 pm after a great time under the ministration of Reverend George Adegboye at Global Harvest's 10 years anniversary celebration. The service ended at about 10, getting home took an hour what with all the campaigns in town. Phew *can the elections end already!* Saturday morning, I was up and about putting necessary stuff together that will last me through the day. I had several places to touch base; tailor's, stylist' and finally Christie's not even counting the late evening trip which was duty calling...
I started out at the tailor's; picking up my uniform which was to be worn on Sunday for our women's convention in Church. In less than 40 minutes, mission at the tailor's was accomplished and then in the sun I was again scouting a good salon nearby. That eureka moment came when I found one posh-looking salon on CMD road and yours dearest ventured in to get her nails plus hair done...
As one lady was busy filing my nails and buffing, another was fiddling with my toe nails filing as well and then almighty hair drying was blowing some real HOT air on my small head-MAKE THAT 3 HELL! oh boy!!! Every other second I would take my head out of the dryer and the young lady would roll her eyes at me in a polite manner but wicked nonetheless - like, who sent you to do straw curls? I just kept telling myself that would be the last time for me, no more hair dryer encounter o.
After enduring all the hot air with the hot sensation from the nail file on my fingers, we were finally done. Even now, I heaved another sigh of relief...lol
Next stop: Christie's. We were to attend a wedding together so we dressed up and headed out for a dear friend's wedding in another part of town *sorry I'm saving my pictures*
Tick. Tick. Tick...time sped by.
After much catching up with friends from MBA class, it was time to leave. We said our byes and I went my way...on to the next stop - Afrika Shrine.
Thankfully, I am not an alcoholic. Did you say yet? *straight face* It's no secret that I work with a Spirits and Wine Company. When people ask me what I do, I tell them I sell 'ogogoro' even though I work in the background...well, not-so-distant background *winks*. Sometime in 2013 I wrote a note- "CONFESSIONS OF A NEAR ALCOHOLIC" on my Facebook page though(you can read it up by clicking on title post). Asides from the new "forced habit" of alcohol tasting talked about, the piece also tried to capture my experience through my first ever trip to the infamous New Afrika Shrine. Hmm...a year 5 months later, I made a second visit and this time I stayed till lights out.
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Rewind.
21/03/2015 I woke up early as usual but with even more mental preparation than on a week day because I knew a looooooong weekend stretched before me. The Friday before saw me getting home at 11 pm after a great time under the ministration of Reverend George Adegboye at Global Harvest's 10 years anniversary celebration. The service ended at about 10, getting home took an hour what with all the campaigns in town. Phew *can the elections end already!* Saturday morning, I was up and about putting necessary stuff together that will last me through the day. I had several places to touch base; tailor's, stylist' and finally Christie's not even counting the late evening trip which was duty calling...
I started out at the tailor's; picking up my uniform which was to be worn on Sunday for our women's convention in Church. In less than 40 minutes, mission at the tailor's was accomplished and then in the sun I was again scouting a good salon nearby. That eureka moment came when I found one posh-looking salon on CMD road and yours dearest ventured in to get her nails plus hair done...
As one lady was busy filing my nails and buffing, another was fiddling with my toe nails filing as well and then almighty hair drying was blowing some real HOT air on my small head-MAKE THAT 3 HELL! oh boy!!! Every other second I would take my head out of the dryer and the young lady would roll her eyes at me in a polite manner but wicked nonetheless - like, who sent you to do straw curls? I just kept telling myself that would be the last time for me, no more hair dryer encounter o.
After enduring all the hot air with the hot sensation from the nail file on my fingers, we were finally done. Even now, I heaved another sigh of relief...lol
Next stop: Christie's. We were to attend a wedding together so we dressed up and headed out for a dear friend's wedding in another part of town *sorry I'm saving my pictures*
Tick. Tick. Tick...time sped by.
After much catching up with friends from MBA class, it was time to leave. We said our byes and I went my way...on to the next stop - Afrika Shrine.
