If it was trending, I had to have it, if it was the style in vogue, I had to join the bandwagon. The latest clothes, phones, bags, footwear and you name it, I would feature.
I look back and remember these days, and I smile, it seems like decades ago when it's only a few years ago.
I was one of the first set of girls who rocked human hair while in school, and I'm not exaggerating or chasing clout. I was also trending, I won the most expensive girl on campus at almost every award night. I wasn't just hot, I was blazing hot and emitting oxygen-depriving, suffocating smoke.
I didn't mind how many lies I had to tell at home, I just had to get the money. I told lies about several excursion projects that were never even in the picture, just so I could get money to fund my lifestyle. I also had a rich boyfriend then, I didn't even need to ask,
I schooled at a multi-campus university, so we had campuses scattered around Osun State where I schooled. My campus was at Ikire town, very close to Ibadan, and we usually went to club every Friday, my friends and I. It was just a fifteen-minute drive down to Ibadan, so, we would board a bus to Ibadan, stay with friends, go clubbing Friday night, and return to Ikire the next day.
We thought we were happy,the young dumb and vain us didn't know. My friends and I always went clubbing and used the latest phones, hair, shoes, and bags. Funny how we never looked forward to classes as much as we did about the weekend clubbing. We operated a very tight circle, and we were snubs. We didn't just relate with anybody, you needed to level up before talking to us and joining the big leagues. Mind you, none of our parents was rich, we were just trying too hard to fake it.
I went on with this mentality till I got married and had my first child. Coping with a new baby can be so stressful, so I started forgetting about my old lifestyle. It wasn't even hard, rather than worry about the latest stuff in town, I would always worry about my baby. I couldn't leave him alone for an hour with my mom, without going berserk. It was that deep.
I had him through the cesarean section, and I wanted to make sure I had him with me at all times. Gradually, worrying about the latest clothes turned to worrying about my baby's diaper, milk, health, and many more. No one told me it was going to be that hard. Worrying about the latest phones turned to not even caring where the phone was half the time. My son started playing hide and seek with it the moment he could crawl.
I'm also usually too exhausted to care about appearances, but I tried to maintain a semblance of elegance in my dressings. I wasn't putting on rags, I promise. It just wasn't the same standards I used to have.
I had my second son through a cesarean section too, and right there and then, I knew I couldn't ever leave my kids unattended. I have beautiful scars made by stretch marks and the surgical site. I don't mind them though, I call them battle scars because I had an operation done, and I still have the opportunity to hold my baby. The scars are a reminder every day that I brought two beautiful beings into this world.
I can't even attend outings too much, because it's usually so tiring moving around with two boys, their energy is inexhaustible. That being said, I still make time to pamper myself, I deserve it. I won't lose myself amid everything.
My idea of happiness is simple, it's Davies and Daniel. Just staring at them alone is a reminder of God's faithfulness, I just want to be with them always, no matter what foul mood I'm in, they are always there to make me smile and be happy. We gist, play games (Davies still whoops my ass in ps at age 7. I don't mind telling you that. We watch movies, stay indoors whenever we want to, and vibe together as a family during our family time. By the way, every time is family time, we only update our activities each time.
IMAGINE CREDITS BY ME.
