Emma Ugolee.
This hot sisi and I were on our 2nd date.
True story!
Start up was a movie at the mall. While the male security guard scanned me upon my entry, the female guard doing same to her looked at me and screamed ‘Jesus! Mr Emma!’ I stared back with an even louder cry ‘Lara!’
To know who Lara is, you have to come with me to Oniķpan, off Ikorodu road in 2001 where my life in Lagos began. Squatting with a friend, Moses who lived with 5 of his cousins in 1room
Lara lived down the street. Smart, quiet and kind. The 1st person to listen to my tales of hope to someday make entertainment TV history
Beyond the encouragement, her kindness extended to providing the much missing meals sometimes and the keys to popsie’s bus for sleep when there was no space in the room. And no! Nothing happened inbetween the sheets
Over 10 years later. Here was my Lara. Our hug was tight and long and intense. Near tears? O sure.
I’ll fill you in on Lara later. Remember this is about my date
So after our dramatic reunion, I look around and my date was missing. Finally found her in an Etisalat shop, visibly upset.
‘That’s like the worst embarrassment ever’ she said. ‘As in, security guard? Uche you have suffered’ She said out loud again to herself
This same Uche girl was so excited that a certain actresses had called me on the phone on our way to the mall and kept going on about needing to be her pal despite not knowing a damn personal thing about her, just because the connection was cool for the social look
Same social look code that I was defying by being all chummy with a guard openly. What ever she privately meant to me, we were in public and this was bad for Uche’s reputation
Well, my fakeness alert went off with a deafening blare. The gentleman in me would endure a gruelling 2hr movie and bid farewell to the damsel as I was ready to damn whatever she had to sell.
I beg of you not to mirror her stupidity in your behaviour towards those who share real love with you.
How many of your friends are there for the look? Are you ashamed of any really cool individual whose outward appearance doesn’t fit your social status?
People see old friends and ignore them just to preserve a rep built on lies. I could have sworn that was a high school problem.
If your social esteem and comfort is still feeding off the publicly recognized presence and accomplishments of others, the essence of your existence may just have been lost.
by hotdropz
