THE LADY CHILD (THE GIRL CHILD II)

The pillar length mirror gracing the Northern cardinal of the fashion parlor wherein she sleeps and wakes; reflects from the anterior - a filled frame of a perfect 8! Even distribution of fats;- the front way mold of the softest,most succulent flesh (the breasts) in balanced agreement with the back route mount of the gluteus flesh (bombom:p) to obey the popular slogan of "bright future & solid background" (ojo iwaju e da ti eyin na ko de bad) lol. Football lovers would even justify it as a 2-2 draw match between Chelsea and Barca played on a spread-surface green field;- that is: a flat tommy is not left out (:D). Sleek craft of long legs aided by potter-perfect arcs of hips, superior blades of the shoulders crested with millitary star coins of ego worn by a sun glowing dotless face. Wao! This is a one week schemed work of the Creator without a breathe of rest. Detailed perfection even to the nail beds. Igbo men be like: "Chai! Baba God try for your body no be small" (Jaw dropped). In my mommy's friend's Yoruba tongue she be like: "Koda! Olohun pari ise si omo naa lara"

 Even when men lie and ladies deceive, the only one shot truth sayer is the mirror. She hails from her yet smoothly laid pink bed as though she never turned a side in her sleep, she brew herself the top of the day's smile as she beholds the grace of God in her life through the plain mirror.

In Frank Edo's "Who wants to be a millionaire" hot heat voice:::::- "Now the quest begins!!!" Calculus can't dare be tougher compared to the mental strain of what to wear every morning. Only mannequins and price tag will make her room into a boutique as I earlier refered to as a fashion parlor wherein she sleeps and wakes. Sauced taste of shoes ranging from red block heels to denim clogs, animal skin wedges, gladiator sandals like those in the Roman movies, flat trendy slippers of all colours, not leaving out the fine leather loafers and rocky lace-up converse. *whew* She calls them all in one word "Footies." So what do we call the row of designer bags and exhibition of accessories, the neatly folded pile of jeans she stashed like cash. The stream of cosmetics at the base of the mirror will make you marvel again where you really at;- Room or boutique?

 After the assessment journey of moma's eyes from from her head to the toes, she twinkled an half moon smile and officially announced her child as a LADY....(The Lady Child). "Now you have grown into a lady." Unlike the former,now its moma and her lady child at the market, church, in the kitchen and everywhere. For every chapter of school gists she tells,moma sings back to her to always remember the child of whom she is "Ranti omo eni ti iwo se." *Sighs* No more slaps and nags, if feels so solemn as if there was never any. Every morning moma chants the warning of unwanted pregnancy to her ears, always reminding her of how the stem and branches of her gele (headgear) will be on her graduation and wedding.

 The war of choice of clothing has peacefully ended when its even moma and daughter together in 'Next' & 'Forever 21' stores to pick up dinner dresses........And when that guy who was deliberately passing to drop by say Hi knocks, moma's welcome reception will make you wonder who owns the guest (lol). Moma leaves both friends to talk after serving him some cookie and juice (:D). Moma's bye-bye wave and regards to his parents means "You are always welcome around, your parents will be meeting us soon" :) Moma resigned her investigative job in her lady child's phone. It only takes the making of Popa's dinner together in the kitchen to pen down the names of the toasters them ;).

Envious friends don't have a slot with her. Only Tiwa her childhood friend, her departmental mate and her everything. Tiwa gets all the info first hand and uncensored. Its is Tiwa and her in the library, Tiwa and her at the mall & cinema, Tiwa and her on excursion, Tiwa and her in Micheal's room too ;)......

 Interesting as it all sounds being a lady;- farewell to beatings, nourishment of persuasion and soft spoken words, changed theme of questions, Oh Moma! Oh Daughter! now the best allies on the planet >>> yet she struggles and tussles to wriggle and squeeze out of the noisy clamoring audience of being attractive. She wishes atimes she was handicapped if only she could read from the forehead of the true man.
Her beauty waxes stronger every daybreak. She looks up the horizon of dusk to consult the divination of her beauty if really that is her plague. As she finds no answers even in her dreamy nights and no oracle appeared to her in reality, she sails on the lone boat of uncertainty (the good man or the bad man.....)

Three years in college of health sciences drowned the vision of runway. Angelic looking on the crystal white lab coat and rimmed glasses, the mirror reflects a Pharmacist, a Mother and a Wife......

The lady child smiled back to the lady child in the mirror.......:) An imaginary tale about the life of a full grown lady looking in the mirror. What do you see?