I got “swagga”, even cobblers notice me.
I went jejely to have my shoes repaired, Lagos road has done my heels strong thing * in Banky W’s voice* after “wakaing” the whole Lagos, all these stiletto heels begin to chip
I entered a cobbler’s shop on Lagos Island
Cobbler: Hi, pretty
Sykik: * checks myself in his side mirror* Hi, I want to fix my shoe heels. It’s chipped
Cobbler: That’s no problem, do you mind waiting, say about 5 minutes
Sykik: Ok, are you sure, my Hubby is waiting in the car outside
Cobbler: wow, damsel, you are married, newlywed right?
Sykik: me, …….newlywed ke, am talking 7years nearing 8years, abeg…don’t reduce my years of experience oh
Cobbler: You look so young and beautiful. You look fresh
Sykik: *blushing* thank you, I will tell my Hubby, that means he hasn’t overused me
Cobbler: Pretty, you sure look good
Sykik: Thank you
Sykik: I think I will pick my shoes later, bye-bye
I dashed out and still glowing, I entered the car and Hubby is wondering why I am smiling like someone who just won the lottery. I told him my head was swelling from the compliment I received from the cobbler. Hubby started teasing me that with all my “forming” and “tushness”, a whole Sykik was admired and toasted by a shoemaker. …..Lol…..see bad belle…shey na shoemaker abi cobbler.
Hubby just wants to degrade my admirer…I no gree, mo “priding” gan.