Styling And Shoe Review

Read Episode 4 "You know, I'm worried about Ai" I said to Hakeem as I sipped on my mint tea at my parents breakfast table. It was my Dad's birthday and we had all gathered for breakfast after attending the early morning service at his church earlier. We were waiting for my brother and his family who weren't able to join us for the service. My Sis in law Moji always looked stunning and I was eager to see what the days theme would be. "What's the situation with her and her new guy?" Hakeem asked in reply. "Well, I know she likes him but it's this her fear of commitment that is a bother. For how long will she live in fear?" I answered, genuinely worried about her. I've known Aisha for donkey years. She is a beautiful woman with a heart of gold. As tough as she appeared to be on the outside, on the inside, she was just a little girl looking to be loved. I can't really blame her for her fears, she's had many unpleasant experiences in life. She met him while she was on course in Canada after the incident with Khameel, Ahmed’s late father. Timehin, an Itsekiri man from Delta state was one of the calmest guys I had ever met. I remember the first day she introduced us and I kept thinking how soft spoken and polite and well behaved he was. For me, he checked all the required boxes to qualify as husband material, but my friends thought I was being too quick to accept him. Something in my spirit just felt right about him. It had been about 7 months since they had been seeing one another, although without any titles, and I had not seen Aishat any happier. She seemed to come alive every time she was around him. Ivie had travelled to have her baby and during our last lunch date before she left, we had discussed at length concerning Timehin. “What’s holding you back, you wouldn’t even accept the girlfriend tag?” Ivie asked Aishat as she dug into her burger. Her appetite had trippled in her last trimester and she really didn’t care much. Aisha sighed, “Honestly, I wish I knew girls. I have become so paranoid and all these thoughts keep creeping on me. What if another family shows up, what if he’s a wife beater, what if he has mental disorders?, what if he is”… “Common Ai, what if he is just God sent for you to wipe away your tears and bring sunshine back to the dark clouds that have followed you the most of your life. You need to snap out of this and not let a good thing pass you by. I can’t force you to commit to him and I won’t watch you fall into wrong hands. I’m the queen of paranoia, see what I put Hakeem through, that is even someone we all grew up together with. I don’t have bad vibes about this guy and that’s very rare. He’s been open so far about his past. Look at you, you look so happy and relaxed when you’re with him, see how hot you look knowing you’re going to see him from here. I say think about it well.” I cut her off in almost one breath. “I hear you loud and clear, I hear you” She answered, and faced Ivie changing topics to delivery dates and baby talk. Breakfast with my dad and the rest of the family went well, we ate and laughed and toasted to many more prosperous years. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the dress I wore and was eager to get out of it. In the past few weeks, my clothes seemed pretty snug especially in the bust area. I had had to cut down my food portions some more. It seemed to turn Hakeem on a lot because all he wanted to do was make love to me. I was almost starting to avoid him, but he would hear nothing of it. I couldn’t exactly complain as the sex had been amazing, every session was a hit. As I whispered to him that I needed to get home and undress, he had a silly smirk on his face and gently guided my hand to his crotch area, I almost choked on my wine. *************************************************************************************************************************** “Damn Salewa, what have you done to me?, I can’t get my hands off you, he said as we cuddled after our second round since getting home from my parents place. “I hope you remember we have people’s children in our care” I said, gently releasing myself from his hold. “If you weren’t enjoying it, you wouldn’t be moaning so loudly” He replied, trying to start up another raunchy session. I got up almost immediately and hit his hands off my breasts. Let’s talk business and maybe just maybe I can do that do that you like me to do, I winked at him and walked away moving my derriere seductively towards the bathroom. The squats were paying off nicely. “We don’t need to talk baby, I’d write you a blank cheque, just come back here” He said looking lustfully after me. “Ashewo, kuku kill me” I stuck my tongue out at him and went into the bathroom to clean up. Since my epiphany of LADY COBBLER the other day, I had told Hakeem about it and we had been praying for direction. What I basically had in mind was a set up that provided shoe cleaning services, shoe repair and shoe revamp. Hakeem thought it was a great idea and was all up for it, although he wanted me to have a showroom to retail luxury footwear on the side for both men and women. We talked about it some more and projected start up figures, we wrote down the goals and broke them down into steps. It was going to cost a lot but we planned to take it one step at a time. After that, we had lunch with the kids and set out to go and swim with Sister Moji...

Read Episode 3 Here Life really does go on, it’s been a few months since our vacation to Brazil and we are all moving on like nothing happened. Ivie was back in her home, almost due to have her baby. We had a surprise baby shower for her last weekend and it was really beautiful. IMG_0712 We went all out for  her with a tiffany blue theme, lots of glam, beautiful gifts and a generally lovely time with friends and family in Aisha’s house. She deserved all the love. IMG_0715 Eddy was doing all he could to make things better with her – shopping sprees, lunch dates and date nights and very recently, a brand new Mercedez Benz G-Wagon.   “I’m happy to see that things are going on well with you and Eddy, giirrrrllll that G-baby is the real baby” I said, having a light cocktail with Ivie on the night of the baby shower. IMG_0710   IMG_0711   She smiled “It’s nice to have all these things Salewa, I love the life of luxury. But you see, ‘things’ don’t cover the matters of the heart. You know, I still struggle with forgiving Eddy fully. I mean there are days I can’t stand the sight of him, days I don’t believe one word he says, days I just want to be lost in his arms cos I love him so much. It has only been the grace of God and now I’m learning to take it one day at a time and pray for God to restore things or at least take the bitterness and anger away completely” She said as she tried to get up while using my shoulders as support. IMG_0709 I remembered that conversation with her and I can’t help but wonder how many other women carry such baggage in their hearts. It must be a lot to deal with yet we still had to carry on like all is well. Life!!! Ivie was due to travel in a few days to have her baby. She would be travelling with Eddy so they could spend some time together. Hakeem and I had offered to take Osas in with us while they were away. It would be a full house for us as we were also going to have Ahmed, Aishat’s son and Hakeem’s niece, Tara. Hakeem had been given 2weeks off work, it had been almost 20 months of work non stop for him and his boss had asked him to take time off. I was starting to think of what I could go into, Hakeem was still insistent on me starting up my own business in preparation for when our babies come. Hakeem, he was indeed God sent to me and I could not thank God enough for the wonderful gift of him. Sometimes I wondered what I did to deserve a good heart like his. “Hey baby” It was Hakeem, we had a lunch date and I had been waiting for him at Bukka Hut. I got up to give him a hug “Hey you” “You look beautiful babe, I love this dress” He said, looking me over as he took out a seat for himsel

Read Season 2 Episode 2 Here “I really needed this holiday” Aishat said, rolling over to her back. AISHAT BEACH   “I think I needed it more, I feel so alive being away from it all. It’s been a crazy past week.”  Ivie replied taking a sip of her Caipirinha.  ivie beach Three of us in Rio De Janeiro, we had decided to go on vacation for a week to get away from the troubles surrounding our once problem free lives. Everyday, being an adult seemed more unappealing.

Read Episode 1 Here “Hey beautiful” I rolled over and opened my eyes to see Hakeem standing over me, I sat up and met his lips as he tried to reach for mine. “I’m going out for a run and I’m not going without you, so get up, freshen up and let’s go” He said as he bent over to tie his laces. I threw my head back on the pillow and grabbed the duvet.  “I don’t feel up to it, besides it’s 5.30 in the morning and it’s Saturday, can I at least sleep for one more hour?” I mumbled. “No lover, you can’t sleep for an hour, we need to keep you in shape, remember we had body goals early this year “ He replied as he took the duvet off me and pulled me up again. I dragged myself out of our king-sized bed and made for the bathroom. Was this Hakeem’s way of telling me I was getting fat? I knew I had added a few Kg’s but I wouldn’t get on the scale to know just how many.  My clothes were getting snug around my midsection and thighs, but because they still fit, I didn’t think anything of it. I sat on the toilet seat to take a leak and on cleaning up with the tissue paper, it came out blood red. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I was really hoping this would be it. The snug clothes, I had been consoling myself that it is because I had gotten pregnant I was putting on weight. Now, another month, and yet another visit from Aunt Flo. Why me, why? I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. “Salewa, come out now, it’s been almost 15mins”. I heard Hakeem call out for me. I couldn’t bring myself to answer, the tears were uncontrollable. After 3 knocks and no response, he came in. He squatted in front of me, I tried to avoid his eyes. “You can go ahead Hakeem, I need to be left alone” I said. He heaved a deep sigh, got up and sat on the edge of the bath. “What is it this time Salewa” He said staring at me. I lost it In my head. “What do you mean by what is it this time?, first you wake me up and indirectly tell me I’m fat and need to run at 5am, now you’re insinuating I’m a nag. Do you know how frustrating it is to see your period every month for almost 3years of trying for a baby, do you know the …?” He cut me off “Stop being so f^^ng selfish all the damn time, stop it, just stop it” He was almost yelling, he paused and struggled to control his tone. “Do you think this doesn’t affect me as much as it affects you, have you ever stopped to ask me how I’m holding up? Do you think I like that we can’t get pregnant and have our own children almost 4years after?” His voice got louder with each sentence “It’s always about you, how you feel, me holding you up, looking out for you, walking on egg shells around you. Stop it Salewa, please just stop it” he stormed out of the bathroom and the last thing I heard was him slamming the room door. I have known Hakeem for more than 20years and I have never seen him that upset with anyone. I broke out in fresh tears. Will this be the beginning of the end of our marriage? Hakeem can now yell at me and slam the door on me? I took a long warm bath, crying the whole time. I picked out a loose fit dress to hide my flabby stomach and a pair of sandals and packed an overnight bag. We obviously needed some space from each other.  I was very sure my mum will not let me stay in her house, besides I wasn’t ready for any sermons. I was already thinking of a hotel close to the house I could spend the night. I called Aishat first, I needed my girls. Aishat had a son, my god son. She had met this guy one time when she had visited her parents. Khameel was one of those spoiled northern guys from a very wealthy home but he loved Aisha to bits. She liked him as well but wasn’t ready to commit to marriage. That had brought a rift between her and her father, who had threatened to cut her off his will. Eventually, she came around and was able to overcome her commitment fears. The plans for the wedding started and we were all so excited. A week to the wedding, we had gone to Dubai to buy her jewelry. We got back to the unfortunate news that Khameel and some of his friends had gone clubbing and he had overdosed on cocaine and passed away before help could come. It was a dark period in Aishat’s life. She went through many stages and phases of denial, confusion, hopelessness and betrayal. Then she found out she was pregnant. She had her baby, Ahmed, in Canada and stayed back for a year and 6months. She went through counseling, got a diploma in business administration and returned to Nigeria to continue with her business. For her, she was done with love or trying to have a family. She had decided to remain a single mother and raise her son to the best of her ability. “I can’t just believe Hakeem yelled at me, I can swear I saw hate in his eyes. He was like a different person guys” I had just finished narrating to Aisha and Ivie what had happened that morning. After I called Aishat and she said she was home all day, I had called Ivie who also said she was free and we decided to meet at Aisha’s house as no one was in the mood for public appearances. “I can’t even start to say I understand what you’re going through, but you also need to cut Hakeem some slack. These things don’t affect just us the women. They...

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Read Season 1, Episode 9 here "I have to go now" said Ivie, as she picked up her Gucci bag and car keys and gave me a peck on the cheek. "This Osas' school management can just be very over sabi, like they love the children more than we the parents. If we're more than 10 minutes late in picking them up, it's a  problem" She said, as she waved and walked towards the door of the restaurant where we just had lunch. It had been 5 years after her wedding to Eddy and Hakeem's proposal to me and so many things had happened. Ivie now had a 4 year old daughter and another baby on the way. Pregnancy suited her and she had stuck to her healthy habits all the way and she remained as fashionable as ever but in a more mature way. ivie lunch

I was listening to the 90's TLC's Waterfall a few days ago and remembered my friend Tosin, i remember we used to call her Ruka (From Rukayat, her muslim name) back then. Ruka and her siblings were the coolest kids on our street. She had older siblings in secondary school and the university and if i wasn't in school or in my house, then i was at theirs. 23a0d61299af31e6106a5b44cc31ff2c.1000x1000x1 Ruka and her sister Yemi, who we were all age mates, had access to every fashionable piece you could think of and they became my real time fashion icons. My love for shoes most likely started from the womb, because even at age 6/7, i remember hopelessly taking in the structure of their clogs and jelly sandals and running home to ask my mum to buy me a pair.

Flared heels aren't a new trend, they've been around for many years and this is evident with these Yves Saint Lauren Pumps from the 80s. As the name implies, they are heels that flare out at the bottom. [caption id="attachment_8542" align="aligncenter" width="570"]  s340681616235293554_p81_i2_w1024 1980s Yves Saint Laurent[/caption] But since block heels became a thing, the flared heels became the stylish twist to rocking a pair of block heels. In pumps and sandals, there are way too many pairs to ogle and indulge in. Check these out...