HE BOWED TO ME

No I wasn't in my 2016 Model Rolls Royce car, and not the G-Wagon either. I wasn't wearing my Gianni Versace signed gold jacket, nor my Christian Louboutin six inch red heels. I wasn't wearing my 250k Brazilian hair either. I actually forgot my Rollex watch in my 7.5 million dollar mansion, I remember it laying on the side stool of my white-themed luxury bedroom. I hope my P.A remembered to turn off the milk water from the jacuzzi, I forgot to turn it off, my bad, I was a bit tipsy from a glass of the Ace of Spades I always have when in the bathroom, plus I was rushing to go for a meeting with Dangote's Assistant over their first celebrity endorsement deal. I didn't have all that on.

I was instead wearing my N120 naira bathroom slippers, my 50 naira hand band, my self-made hair, my N500 jean and N200 shirt, some of the bling on the shirt were already off, the keys to my 1bedroom apartment dangled from my finger, it was the only form of jewelry I was wearing, I wasn't wearing my mac lipstick or Dark and Lovely foundation, or my L'oreal eyelashes and mascara,  I was going to get N20 Dano milk, N10 sugar and N50 bread for breakfast....Yet he bowed to me. He bowed to me. I freaked out. Why would a man bow to me? I've never been bowed to before. A sudden weight came upon me. Who am I? And who is He?  In my lack, in my physical "unflamboyant"state, someone still looks up to me. Damn! There must be something more about me. I must be somebody...