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READ EPISODE 1 HERE     "Baby, will I see you tomorrow?, I'm missing you already".     "I'd call you, I have to go now, I'm running late for my meeting" I held out the envelope of money to her and waited impatiently while she touched up her face. I leaned back as she tried to lean in for a kiss and faked a smile.       She was happy to take the envelope, I was happy to see her go.       I tried to find my way to the Ibeno beach, that's where the therapy session would be taking place today. Great choice by Yemi I must say. It had been a long week and an evening at the beach front was all I needed. It wasn't my first time in Uyo, but the first time I'd be staying longer than a weekend.       My name is Felix, I'm forty five years old and a Senior Manager at one of the top Consulting Firms in Nigeria. I am in Uyo on official duties and would be staying in town for about three months. I was having lunch at the Le Meridien Ibom Hotel the day I arrived, when I met Yemi and a group of other guys while we exchanged banter on the Premiership League. I got to find out he was a Professional  Therapist when we exchanged business cards.         Two nights later, I had brought Sharon to the restaurant to have dinner before taking her to my hotel room. We ran into Yemi and exchanged pleasantries. For the first time, I was conscious of the fact that I couldn't properly introduce Sharon to him as she wasn't my wife. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I knew then I needed help. I called Yemi the following day and he was sensitive enough to have read through my shame the night before. He told me about a group therapy session he was putting together and that's how I got to be a part of it.       In my Bermuda shorts and crisp white shirt, I walked down the beach trying to locate the group and it didn't take long before I found them. Everyone looked a lot more relaxed than the first meeting. We had gotten to know a bit of ourselves even though we hadn't established the various reasons why we were there.             I took my spot on the floor beside Helen after saying hello to everyone and apologized for being late. I couldn't help but notice her shoes, a pair of  Valentino espadrilles. I had gotten my wife the same pair on my last trip to Italy.                 "I'm happy to have you guys here and I'm really excited about going through this journey with you. You all know my story and my deep struggles with drug addiction. If anyone had told me I'd make it out alive and sane, there's no way I'd have believed that, but look at me now, ten years and counting, free from the bondage of getting high. Like I always say, the first step to freedom is acknowledging that you need help. The fact that you made the decision on your own to be a part of this session has freed you from whatever you are going through."        I tried to listen as Yemi spoke but my mind wandered away to the early years of my life.         "Have you seen my mummy, I'm looking for my mummy" I cried as I walked around the compound asking everyone I came in contact with.       "You're looking for your mother, where else can she be na, ashawo wey leave pikin go dey freak with another woman husband." That was the response of one of our neighbors to me.       I was about seven years old at the time. My dad died when I was five years old, leaving me at the mercy of my wayward mother. I had heard over and over again how it was her promiscuity that led to the heart attack that killed him. I was an only child, so I practically grew up on my own.         I walked back quietly to the front entrance of our flat and sat out there while I tried to do my homework. I was hungry and needed to pee but had no access into the house. I slept off and it must have been over two hours as it was starting to get dark, when a Green Volvo car drove in. I got up slowly from the bench as I watched my mother shamelessly plant kisses on the neck of the man behind the wheels while he fondled her breasts and gave her an envelope.           I peed on myself.         *****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************           The beach front is supposed to be peaceful, serene and the perfect place to relax and let go of all your worries, but the memories I held of the beach were a complete opposite. I remember pain and tears, pain from the sting of the cane on my bare back, tears of hopelessness and the need to run far away from the people that were meant to protect me.         My name is Helen, I am forty five years old and a successful Fashion Designer. My designs have been to the runways of Paris, Milan, New York and London and grace the closets of top celebrities around the world, but not many people recognize me as the face behind my brand. I have a team who represents the brand at every show. Creating designs is my escape from the reality that is my life and so I put in my all into every piece of work I make. Fashion is my thing and not only do I create my designs, I dress the part in the most subtle ways.                   "Good for nothing girl, you can't amount to anything, are these the results your mates are bringing home?" I cried as my father threw my report sheet in my face.       "I'm just tired of this girl, see ehn Helen, you will not disgrace me in this house. Go and wear your shoes, let me take you to prophet for deliverance. You need it, three days with the blessed...


      Following my experiences with Adeyinka, my lover at the factory when I worked at Foot Garden, my affair with Uncle Wale and my broken marriage, I had learnt not to put anything past anyone. People go through life in different ways and life just happens to happen. But growing older has made me understand that I am responsible for my choices.         I wouldn't say I was shocked when Rahmat announced her affair and intentions to get a divorce. She never really talked about her marriage, but I have always felt she was too intellectual to be in a polygamy setting and not with a crude man like Alhaji Abubakar. What surprised me was how she had managed to keep the affair a secret, but then again, I should be the least surprised, my affair with Uncle Wale still remains a secret.        


      We all knew Rahmat's decision to leave her husband wasn't going to be a walk in the park. I couldn't get over her announcement that afternoon at lunch with the girls. She didn't talk much about her marriage but I safely assumed she was happy. To think she had been having an affair for 2 years and she had been able to keep it so discreet, that was another level for me. I wonder who this guy was.         I was in a no judgement zone but it just made me question a lot about life and people and choices and my conclusion again remains, do what's best for you. Rahmat looked really beautiful in her full length dress. Abubakar left no stones unturned to make sure he did everything she'd want to have the best party ever. There were top government dignitaries and business moguls to share the day with her.      

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          *****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************         I had 'fallen in love' with Uncle Wale, every inch of me knew it wasn't right, I was dying on the inside of guilt. Simi and her mum, most especially her mum did not deserve this from me. I struggled. Every morning, while I prayed, I'd vow to end the affair, but it never happened. The moment I saw him, my resolve would disappear. He became everything to me and he was such a kind lover, understanding, patient, gentle, generous, funny, a sound board for all my crazy ideas.              

Pastels have been around for as long as forever but became a high trend in fashion in the past 3 seasons. In the bid to experiment and be more flexible , I will be investing in a few pastel colored pieces.     For those that may be wondering, pastel colors are those soft, neutral, soothing, 'de-saturated' shades of all your favorite colors. Think Baby blue and pink, mauve, mint green, nude, lavender and so on. They're usually pale but I find them a very unique way to stand out in style.          

I am so happy to be back at this with the E Interviews, last year was a drag and getting the interviews in was quite an issue. Not relenting, I will go all in to bring you the best Interviews and Style features from your favorite fashion people as well as underrated fashionistas that should be in your line of fashion vision.
Petite Derin Odugbesan is an Isale Eko (Downtown Lagos) PR girl and Top Style blogger who loves Fashion, Style and Travel. It is her love for bright colors and hues that drew me to her Instagram page (@derinfromisaleeko).

  Happy Nu Yearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - My grin is wide, my voice is hoax and I am, as always, very excited to get in my first blog post for the year Twenty Nineteeeeeen. After a short but interesting holiday, it's safe to say your favorite #shoelover and fashion enthusiast is back to what she knows how to do best. (*WINK*)  

My favorite way to pass time is on any of the Luxury online stores, ogling shoes. I find it very relaxing when I take in the details that come mostly with luxury shoes. And in the past few days, I have come across some absolutely gorgeous foot candy that I have to share with you guys. They are season appropriate, party show stoppers and would set you back more than a few hundred thousands. But if you have worked that hard, can afford them and love your shoes, then they are worth every penny.         The colors that come to mind the most when I think of Christmas are Metallics (Bronze, Gold, Silver, Pewter), Black, Red, Green and Blue. They get me in the Christmas mood and most designers tend to work with that too. This season has seen a lot of amazing designs in these colors and here are some of my favorites.        

I usually like to plan (in my head, at least) ahead what I'd wear for an event. It's the safe thing to do especially when you don't have many options. When I went through the invite for the End of Year Christmas Party at my sons' school and saw the Color Code - Black and Gold, I immediately thought "very easy" and paid no further attention.       I went on to help other people plan what they'd wear and left mine till that morning. Lo and behold, EVERYTHING I thought I would show up in failed woefully. From being too snug to not fitting at all to me looking like a baby elephant, I gave up and decided I would go against the dress code and call it a day. While looking for an alternative outfit, I stumbled upon a few of my black pieces, mentally put them together and in no time, I was color code ready.      

  There are so many unconventional ways to wear a shirt and the backward shirt trend is not a new one. I am sure I have come across it a couple of times but never paid any attention to it. You know one of those things you see and just conclude is not for you.         And so it happened that on Sunday morning, dressing up for church, I had a wardrobe malfunction and had to look for something different wear. My 7 year old picked out a few items and was very insistent on me wearing the shirt because he liked it. I liked the shirt too but big boob problems, it was one of those shirts that would require many pins to hold the buttons together, it was a perfect fit but for the boob area. I hesitated, we were running out of time.