As much as I would want to be stylish, trendy and babelicious like an African peperempe that I am, it seems someone somewhere has said a prayer that always spoil my shakara market. It is always so bad that I must have unknowingly said Amen to seal the prayers with a little token of appreciation.
The first and last time I ever fixed my nails or do eye lashes for fashion purpose was for my best friend elder sister’s traditional wedding. Till date, I honestly love and admire how people look so classy with well manicured nails glittering with lovely colours. I intentionally fixed my nails and eyelashes in preparation for my slayhood and potential husband search at that wedding.
When the stylist was done with her artistry effort on my face, I was jumping up and down like I had won a lottery because my face transformed drastically and I loved it. I even took few snapshots from the angle that displayed the wings of the lashes properly so my haters can see the change without any iota of doubt.
My problem started about an hour later when I started blinking up and down like a bad electric bulb. All of a sudden, my eyes became swollen and heavy like someone attached a broom stick to test my level of absorption of discomfort or measure my threshold for pain.
At midnight, I couldn’t sleep because my eyes started manufacturing salty tears without any raw material. How I survived that night was unexplainable but I finally slept off after my head stopped banging for just a minute.
The next morning I woke up with very severe eyebags but I still proceeded with my friend to their family house in the heart of Ibadan. When we got to her house, her elder brothers and his friends were even complimenting me and saying I looked so beautiful and attractive like an angel that God sent to the midst of the gender that betrayed Jesus.
The compliments compensated for the pain in my eyes and hands so I deliciously soaked my pride in all the accolades and kept blinking like a bad bulb. As a potential wife material looking for her ‘unmissing’ rib, I joined the women to pound yam and just tried to form busy busy angel in the midst of the whole wedding preparation.
I couldn’t really display my pounding skills because the nails I fixed were just too long and sharp for a learner. The sharp and long edges of the nail started romancing the pestle without being provoked while my eyes continued producing tears that almost entered the mortar.
I endured the whole process like an angel but I was in serious discomfort. That night after the wedding, I didn’t even know when and how I used my hand to peel the eye lashes small small till the last feather dropped to the ground. I felt so relieved like someone took away the scales from my eyes….it was indeed good riddance to bad rubbish.
The Alteco super glue abi hair bond glue that the fixer of the eye lashes used made this removal a very tough process. The next morning, I woke up with my eyelids swollen like someone with 5 days eye pregnancy. It had a noticeable bulge that was heavy like a bag of Dangote cement.
If you are a learner in any field, don’t ever jump faster than your experience. You should start small with baby steps before you can graduate and grow to the next level. Don’t be like one Abigael that went to fix thick lashes that looked like a pheasant’s feather when she doesn’t even know how to breathe properly through a nose mask.
I am saying this because another Abigael that likes wahala wore that her black cover shoe with those long toenails that she fixed…the day she hit her leg on a stone was the day she agreed that wisdom is profitable to direct.
Eyelash yay or nay?
Fixing of nails Yes or no?