Only 'money' will tell.
You know when you are 'about' comfortable in life, you are content with
what you have or can afford. Eating rice and beans every day for lunch and
supper, holding one bag for three years and letting it go only when the damage
is obvious to the naked eye, no new attire in your closet or a pair of new
shoes (i have just taken my crafts for repair), keeping your hair for a month,
sparing your deodorant and cologne on the days you won’t be leaving home, among
others. And yet be content, somehow.
Yes am somehow contented with my life that way, it’s the best I can momentarily
afford. But, at times I ask myself, is it anything close to contentment or is
it involuntarily living within my means? Only 'money' can explain that. I have
a friend who borrows money in order to buy classy clothes or plait hair
associated to certain celebs and that is something i have never quite
understood.
When it comes to labels, I wonder, would I be fascinated with labels if I
had the money? Honestly, I don’t feel any of my nerves tweaking when someone
brags about how her bag has the Prada label. She even wipes the label using her
finger as if that would make it clearer for me to understand. Then the excitement
that follows her bragging; it's all a maze to me. I just dont gerrit.
Another friend had to lure us to a restaurant rest room, so she could put
off her blouse and show us the label. I had never heard of it and neither can I
remember the name of the designer. I couldn't get the whole fuss. The reaction
of the other girls was somewhat far-fetched. 'Wow! How much? Where? When? How? Why?
With who?' And all the other 'W' questions you could think of. Or were they
just being girls, acting interested as if it mattered at all.
Truth is I can’t afford those labels at the moment. And I think i don’t
really care about them. I care about the price, quality and design combined. If
they meet my standards and preferences, then I have something I will adore.
If a cologne has a nice scent and I can afford it, that I will buy. In my
S.1 a certain girl told the whole dormitory about how she had to save 80k to buy
a classy perfume. I couldn't imagine how possible that was. it was too much
money for me to even think about. Half of 80k wasn't even my total pocket money
for a term. I knew she was lying! That holiday, i made sure to ask my mum how
possibly true my friend was. Mum said that was a total lie. And I agreed with
her. It was only later that I figured she only said that so that I wouldn’t ask
for more pocket money.
Never the less, am destined to be rich. And then will I understand or still
fail to understand people's fascination with labels. I will be able to afford
clothes, bags and shoes of any label. I will want to know if I can spend 1m on
a pair of flat shoes, 2m on a Prada bag, 600k on Gucci jeans and such sick
amounts on rather small things. I will also find out if i can actually plait
some Keri Hilson hairstyle even if the shape of my head was naturally excluded
from such stuff.
Only 'money' will tell.
You're destined to be rich. But why you spend a whole 7k on a less than half a litre of juice in a restaurant, I totally don't gerrit!
ReplyDeletesha....that I cant. ok mpozi on icecream. Ka juice awo i just make it from home.
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