I couldn’t stop staring at my shoes even as its been on my feet for the past 4 hours. Oh don’t look at me like you’ve never been there, when you get to put on those designers you’ve always loved especially when it comes as your birthday gift. Oh that Gucci feeling!
I admired my feet over and over as the praise went on, one eye opened during worship, uncontrollable gestures during prayers and oh my😣 during preaching i couldn’t help the feeling.
Was in my paradise, until a baby sitted on his mom’s lap right beside me vomited on me from my versace- ‘Barocco-Acanthus print crépe de chine’ Top to my ‘Floral Lace hem pencil’ Skirt and ofcourse my Jordaan Loafer Gucci shoes! Gosh!
I couldn’t scream, you should have seen my doctored gusto, cos we were in church. ‘So sorry ma’am’ the mother said and as usual, my smile was convincing.
It was time for offering, the moment I’ve been waiting to display my high class and splendour which was now shattered by this look-like intentional incidence, had to take in the shame with all of its concomitant worries, stepped out and that’s how my service ended.
How i have wasted 5 hours, seeking for relevance, acceptance, admiration and non-stop complement, Now i leave you to ponder on what manner of lady I’ve potrayed myself to be and who you’re also and trying to become.
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