It was a burial ceremony, and I was going to be there. The dress code was white for the some of us with a particular name. I have been told my garment was going to be delivered to me on the day of the burial. So all I needed was the red shoe to block.
So I ordered for the red pair of shoes forgetting that there was going to be purple on the dress. Awful, right? Well, I would have worn it that same way but for the fact that the order was delayed so, I had to wear navy blue!
When the order finally arrived, it wasn’t what I expected, the red seems reder (sic). I wore it about anyway.
The English of the whole matter is; what do I care?
Who determines what works in fashion and what doesn’t work?
Why should I be bothered?
Ever since, I got the red shoes, I ditched my bulgy black, and have been wearing the red about with every piece of clothing I have, blue jeans, black jeans, brown shirts, blue shirts, white shirts. Brown shirt on black trousers with my red shoes are so wow! That’s my opinion and that’s what matter.
Like for real, people were making fun of my red shoes everywhere I go and I’m like, great, that’s the intention.
Some ladies go about with purple lipstick on their black face or light brown face and everyone says it’s nice. I don’t like purple on the face. I think it’s unnatural. Nothing beats the classic red lipstick for me. And the stylish pink. But these folks go about with some weird choices of lipstick on their face. Why?
That is their personality. Some of us don’t want to be classed as part of the crowd all the time and we do leave some clues to tell the world about that. We dare the world about it.
Take my red shoes for example. It stands out anywhere. Don’t think it’s a mild red, no, the red is a blaring red. It jumps right into your eyes. While it wasn’t what I wanted originally, I have decided to shower it some support. Solidarity for as long as it lasts.
For real, people don’t have to conform to your way of life before you accept them. All colours are made by God. And when you go into the wild, you see that even when there seems to be no colour pattern at work, the beauty of striking colours are unquestionable.
Everyone should be allowed to demonstrate their originality as long as it is not immoral or unjust.
Trends may come and go, some of us won’t jump into it like the rest. We will do what suits us and what makes us comfortable, as long as it doesn’t make others puke. But if they want to puke, God bless them as they puke peacefully without interrupting our business.
So that is my rant about my red shoes. Red is my black until I buy a new black. (wink).
Desmond Ayo Ojumu writes from Lagos, Nigeria.