I will anyway.
Got together with a friend last night and we got talking about this. It is really sad, and funny, and appalling to note that people who once lived (probably still do) live on the mainland and spoke normal English and took buses and okadas and keke marwas now form nonsense forming. We talked about a stylist whose name I shall not mention, he can form nonsense forming for Africa. He would come in speaking with a faux British accent and air kissing all the people there. When they all had to go out one time, someone suggested chartering a keke, he gasped “No, I don’t do keke. Strictly cabs or I’m not going.”
Or the other ‘famous’ stylist guy who like the first one “doesn’t take buses” and “doesn’t shop at Mr Price” because it is “beneath him”. Shebi this same office driver was instructed to take him home. The man was expecting the young stylist to direct him to Lekki where all the cab-taking, British accented people live, but alas, Ikotun is where they found themselves. The boy instructed the driver to stop at a palatial looking mansion and drive off. The driver thought “OK at least the house no bad” but no, the boy entered the shanty house next door.
Let’s not even head up to the more “affluent” folk cause I have a potload of names and head-shaking stories of fakery.
Is it that because you work in fashion you lose the right to be real to yourself and those around you?
What is with the fake accents and bitch attitudes? What is with the lack of originality? What is wrong with living in Surulere, Agege, Egbeda? Must you live in Ikoyi or VI to be cool? I mean, those who were born there, or whose families live there, or who can honestly afford to live on the island, I’m happy for them, good for them. But please for Crying in a bucket’s sake, be real.
Some model called me a bitch when I said I would be going to church instead of coming to watch her during a fashion show. I almost forgot my Christianity and strangled her to death. But thank God for Jesus.
p.s. Not everyone that works in fashion is snooty o. The surprising thing is that there are many real people, true to who they are. If you genuinely have an accent, speak it well, good for you. But if you don’t, then give me that crap cause I will hiss at you.