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We have different moments in our lives when we experience different things that make us laugh and smile. Some create wonderful memories that remain stuck and keep recurring in our brains.
The London tailor
There is this type of tailor that is common here in this part of my country. We call them London Tailors. And this is because they go around with their sewing machine moving around the streets while hitting their scissors against each other creating some noise as a form of advertisement.
Sorry to say, but in Nigeria, we never use anything temporarily, but we use them till they expire. Because I didn’t see the function of the London tailor if clothes we wear still need to be amended instead of disposed of.
My experience with these London tailors is just so crazy. Till the time I decided that I would never call them to sew any of my clothes for me again. There was a day when I bought a pair of jeans from a store. It was a perfect pair of jeans and I love the texture and all. Just cool. I had plans to get two tops in addition to it so I could rock the streets.
Instead of taking the Jean trousers to a tailor with a proper machine and shop, I knew they would charge me a lot of money for the clothes so I made a poor decision of calling the street tailor. And one thing about them is if you call one today, immediately they leave where you are. It might take months or years before you get to see that same tailor again.
I called the tailor and sewed the jeans at a low cost. I told him to help me reduce the length because it's too long for me. And I don't like rolling my trousers. I prefer it perfectly a little below my ankles. I showed him where I wanted it to reach and he collected the trousers from me, looked at me from my waist to my toes, and then turned my trousers inside out. And started threading his machine, ready to sew.
I asked myself won’t this tailor even take my measurements? He looked at me and said, Oga, no worry! I smiled and thought he must have been so experienced with his work to have been able to get my measurements without using his tape rule. I patiently waited for him to sew it all.
How will I even forget not to check out what he sewed for me? Even with the way he looked at me and got my size, it would stand a mystery if he could sew it well. A few moments after he handed my trousers to me. And told me to check it. I was putting on pencil jeans trousers so pulling them off is like a problem. So I decided to just check it but wear one of the pairs to see if he got the perfect length.
I smiled after that and pulled it off. He also nodded his head which meant he acclaimed being an experienced tailor and also added more experience to the ones he had with my cloth too. I was happy and paid him his money. I left my balance for him as a reward for his good work. Had I known I should collect my balance from him by all means lol.
A few days later the tailor had left and gone far away into the world. I already washed my jeans and sun-dried them well. I folded it well after pressing the edges with a pressing iron to remove traces of the sewn part.
It was a time when I had to wear my jeans to an occasion. I pulled it out from the wardrobe and then put it on. To my greatest surprise when I stood and looked at myself I just had to keep laughing and laughing. I almost injured myself trying to remove my trousers so fast so that my brother wouldn't see me on them. Lol. While trying to do so he later met me but he didn’t know what happened.
The trouser was longer than the other. One was normal below my ankles and the other was above my ankles. I started thinking of an alternative because I like jeans and I haven’t used them at all. I felt I should cut the other pair but it would be too short for me.
My conclusion was to cut the trousers and I gave the jeans to my younger brother. He was so happy and he rocked it well. Since then I have made up my mind not to call the street tailor to sew my clothes anymore, especially those London tailors. I would rather pay high and see the results of what I paid for.
