As humans, sometimes, we have a good day and sometimes a bad day, but to tell you the truth, there is nothing, I say again, nothing is going to get you ready for that day when you outfit decides to give you that huge humiliation and plot against you, not even in private, I mean in public where all eyes are on you. My outfit betrayed me that very day and my green trousers was the chairman.
It began like every other ethic Thursdays during my NYSC, I had given my Green Khaki out to the laundry guys at the Mami market for them to help me was it and give it the best gator any human can give with their pressing iron. Slim fitted trousers, fitted top all looking dapper when I wear it back then in camp and it made we walk as if I owned the camp. That time, I usually wear it with my orange earned jungle boot or my yeezy bask white sneaker and my best OUD spray. Confidence 100%. Composure 100%.
That very Thursday, I was my platoon's turn to carry out all these Man'O war drill at their stand. We did everything stages by stages. From the simplest to the hardest as if they were preparing us for world war III. Well, It was very fun I wouldn't lie, but it wasn't funny when my slim fitted trousers tour when I was about climbing a block fence. At first, I thought I was glowing or something when I noticed some strange sounds until I heard a very long and slow rrrrrrrip when I was about coming down from the fence. Thank God I wore a very clean and white boxers, if not, the ladies and platoon crush would have spread what happened all over camp, with the hashtag #fine boy with dirty boxers. #dirty fine boy...
I froze immediately after I heard the rip, I was not expecting that blunder to happen in the public space like that filled with beautiful faces of people from across the country. Should I leave, he'll no, I can't because I still have a lot of activities ahead. Should I go to mami now to fix it, o boy, that is another extra mile walk coupled with the outrageous amount. I was having these thoughts in my head. That was how I decided to stay, moved to one side to get from fresh air and gather myself together again.
Luckily for me, there was this beautiful Muslim lady who got to see what happened, she removed the white scarf she was using to cover her neck and gave it to me so I can use it to cover the blunder. I smiled and collected it, immediately, I tied it around my waist as if I was at the beach and someone who was ready to showcase his latest fashion style.
The worst part? When everyone were going ahead with the climbing or ropes and other activities, I had to wait till everyone was done before i did mine.
This very day thought me two things, never get to comfortable in a fitted outfit and always have an alternative outfit should incase of stories that touches. Because at the end of everything, your comfort should be above your style in this world where fabrics can easily go side ways.
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