Woke up as usual on this fateful day, with my mind on how not to run late for my afternoon shift at The Yellow Room. How could I have known that my village people had me in mind? What is wrong in a girl looking sharp? Quiet time√ Bathroom√ Breakfast√ Hair√ Makeup√ Shirt√ Pant Trousers√ Wallet√ Wristwatch√ Earrings√ Perfume√ Bunch of keys√ Handbag√. What could possibly go wrong? Normally, I don’t share bike rides for obvious reasons but this fateful day I had to share with my brother, who would alight after a short distance. I alighted when I got to my destination (a very crowded bus stop at Jakande Gate, Isolo). I had not walked much distance when I noticed I got a lot of stares. In my mind, I was like wow! I must be resplendent today! I was used to stares right from childhood days but this one today was just too much so I added a little panache to my steps. I mean, wouldn’t you in my shoes? Flaunt it, if you’ve got it, right?
I had not taken more than 6-7 steps when a bike man stopped by my side and begged me to hop on his bike, offering to take me back to wherever I came from for free! Calmly I asked why, he broke the shocking news to me…the seam of my pant-trousers had parted a little bit at a very sensitive area of my tush!!! Before I could show any dismay, another guy walked up with his jacket, telling me to return it whenever I was ready! I died briefly and resurrected immediately because the help I needed to recover from the shame was readily provided. So this was why everybody’s focus was directed at me and not a single female could walk up to tell me of my wardrobe malfunction? Females, what’s it with us really?? How I didn’t trend online that day can only be attributed to God’s Grace!
Quickly, I collected the jacket, tied it to my waist and hopped on the bike. He took me back home, waited for me to change and took me back to the bus stop without collecting a dime. I tried to force him into collecting some amount but he refused. Also, I returned the jacket to my Good Samaritan with embarrassed gratitude but hey! Who doesn’t have a rump? Though I missed the scheduled bus, still got to the Yellow Room in good time. Trust me, I avoided that particular pant trousers for a whole year! Unfortunately, there was no other route to get out of my Estate, would have used that for a month to ease the scene from reoccurring each time I went by the same spot.
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