Written by Chinaza Jessica
I was once in an important occasion. It was the reception of a wedding ceremony. The hall was big and beautiful. With fancy lights and well set tables arranged in a circular form. The hall was well ventilated with the air conditioning working properly as one could sit comfortably and even say it was a little bit cold.
The red carpet was beautifully placed leading to the majestic area where the bride and groom sat.
Everywhere was beautiful and professionalism of the workers there was superb. The bodyguards standing at the entrance and moving about the hall making sure the security was tight and was well secured. No person would have the liver to come and disrupt the party and the caterers were just outstanding. Their neat uniforms and smart composure really made the occasion a beautiful one.
The party was going smoothly and it could be said that a very huge amount of money was invested into the party. It was pretty obvious that the party was filled with men of timber and calibre. Why wouldn’t the occasion be so Fantabulous?
As the party progressed, people started hitting the dance floor rocking their best moves, wiggling and moving their body and soul to beat the music the DJ was giving.
The bride and the groom dancing and swinging themselves. Every one was giving their best but there was this particular young lady that seemed to be the star of the day. She hit the dance floor with her friends and she was really in the mood. She moved her body in such a way that the beat of the song was moving in her soul. She slide and danced, wiggled and shaked.
This girl was good chaii!! If you see how flexible her body was ehh! Her friends had to give way for the dancing machine. This girl with her amazing dancing skills would beat Michael Jackson, poco Lee and Naira Marley put together.
It seemed that she has taken over the celebration as the bride and groom gave way for her. She had obviously caught the attention of everybody. Aunty gave moves I haven’t seen in my entire life as the people clapped and cheered.
She bent down, moving her head, back and hands to “Jerusalema” her head nodding with the beat. She was killing it!!!
She jiggled and wiggled her body moving forward and her hands shot out commanding the footsteps of her legs.
Aunty began gwara gwara moving her waists, knees and hands. The people clapped and cheered while others brought out their phones videoing this girl. Social media go hear am today!!!
From gwara gwara she entered tesumole. Poco Lee and naira Marley better come and pay homage to this girl oo.
And then shaku shaku moved in, she started her electrifying zanku legwork and people started screaming and shouting. The party had turned around, the groom and his men were already spraying her along with other heavy loaded looking guys. At the peak of her zanku she threw her legs up and finally finalized the dance with Gbese!!!
The bride cheered and clapped as the other people clapped on. I wonder how this girl did just a risky dance with high heels on!!!
It seemed a like suicide mission and that was something I can never try. Wow that girl had really good dancing skills. She smiled broadly as the went back to her seat. She was obviously very exhausted.
The MC took the micro phone as he commented on her really amazing skills and announced that poco Lee had been over throned. Every body laughed heartily and the party continued with the bride and groom hitting the stage again.
As we continued clapping for this young lady I over heard a man complaining loudly. I turned to hear what he was complaining about.
“look at her.” he disdainfully eyed the girl who just finished her performance.
“where does she think she is? Her house?
Look how she went there just to show off and catch the eye of the young men here.”
I continued to listen.
“look at how she was moving like a snake, shaking her small breasts.
Mtcheeww, children of these days of very low moral value. I’m sure she must be one of those useless strippers at clubs and wants to sell her market here.”
I was shocked why will someone have to come to such a horrible conclusion of someone they don’t even know. He continued “look at how she was dressed. look at the kind of tight gown she was wearing all for packaging. To catch the eyes of innocent men here.
Look at how her small ass wiggled, look at her heavy makeup, her long eyelashes to seduce innocent guys!!!
See her nails like all those marine spirits. Young girl with no moral values! Disgrace!! Prostitute!!!” he hissed still looking at her.
I wondered what was wrong with her gown. It was a blue colored long pencil gown. It was not something you could describe as “tight” and it fitted her perfectly with none of her body parts exposed. Her gown short sleeved with quarter of her arms covered. She dressed decently.
She lashes weren’t even fixed, it was her natural eye lashes and her nails were quite short and modest. Her makeup was light. She was obviously very beautiful with her fair skin glowing. She seemed very responsible so what was the deal with this man.
He eyed her and complained “look I said it, now those innocent men has approached her. What a prostitute!
Look at how she is laughing!! She has caught fishes today.”
I looked at the young lady who was surrounded by three handsome looking men, it was obvious they were complimenting her beauty and amazing dancing skills and she smiled.
“ahh!!! Children of these days. Can’t her parents advise her. My daughter can never do such!!
My daughter is a good girl who is properly trained. I will never allow her to be this wayward.”
I have had enough I decided not to listen to this man again. Whatever he says it’s his is business.
He had no right to condemn and judge someone he didn’t even know. I locked my ears shot and decided to enjoy the rest of the party. And soon forget about the complaining man.
Few weeks ago I was at a birthday party and the dancing had soon began. Then I noticed a young lady around 23 years of age. This lady catwalked seductively to the dancing ground. I was shocked about the appearance of this girl. She wore a very tight almost transparent blue gown. It was so tight and transparent that you could clearly see what she was wearing and the thin line of her panties.
Her gown was torn from the bottom to the almost the top of her lap as her fair legs were exposed for all to see. The top was the gown that was supposed to conceal the chest area was wide open and her push up bra did it work. Exposing her breast region to the world.
Her back were complete exposed. Her face was bombarded with heavy makeup and her long lashes moved up and down as she blinked seductively.
Aunty did not dress to kill. No!! She dressed to bury and resurrect.
She got to the middle of the dancing floor and started twerking like crazy with her ass facing the direction of men.
She was obviously selling her market and fishes must be caught as almost all men but the young and old starred at her jiggling butt.
Girls around me started whispering and decided to move out of that area because I was already getting disgusted and annoyed. I walked to the other side of the party and the market seller was almost out of my view. As I walked passed I heard the voices of some men
“woww, that girl carry oo.”
“OMO that girl fine oo, see as her body dey moved meke meke like water. To get that girl go good oo.”
“Papa Mercy, your daughter carry oo. What can I do to get her? Talk you are my friend biko show me the way.”
“papa mercy, don’t mind Eze. I have been your friend since a long time. Let me have your daughter tonight biko anything I will give.”
“Ahh Papa Mercy, please introduce your daughter to my son please. He lives in Lagos. He has money oo.”
“please my friend “she is ripe oo
I turned to see who these men were out of curiosity and the father of the market seller. As I turned back I saw him laughing hearty and telling the men around him
“My daughter is a ripe fruit. She has everything and I have told her to shoot her shot. She must be ready to catch the eyes of big fishes. Look my daughter is not for poor men. She is for rich men.
Papa chinedu. I hope your son Maduka that is staying in Lagos has money.
Because My daughter those not deal with poor men. Is Maduka capable?
Ego must be involved”
I was shocked as I listened to this man. His face was very familiar. I remember!
He was the man complaining bitterly about the dancing girl at the wedding reception and talked about how loose and immoral she was.
How he would never allow his daughter so such and responsible he was and his daughter.
Now here he is. Selling his daughter and teaching her to catch fish but the innocent young lady who was enjoying herself at a party he had condemned. While his daughter whom he praised so much was the real prostitute.
Hypocrisy!!! You are quick to condemn others and Declare yourself holy in public while you are the real Devil.