GiDi Chronicles:Episode 1

Every  gidician   would agree with me that packaging   is a way of life in this city. You must package till you make it, I'm all for packaging, looking good is always good business but life has shown me there's a thin line between packaging, packlying and fakeness. My bestie met one guy that claimed to be the all and all of one popular PR firm, being the detective she is, she found out the dude was lying and all he could say was that he was only prophesisying, he could not even lie properly, Ronke dumped his ass but not before making him pay heavily at a hifalutin resturant and as always I tagged along. Ronke and I have been friends since undergraduate days and at masters level we gladly deceived people we were relatives, sometimes sisters, sometimes cousins, whatever noun came out first. Ronke is a proper spoilt child, she's the only child of her parents, her mum is forever in the states and her mighty house in Osborne is home for me, her father and herself, yet she is very humble, no yeye accent forming even though she has travelled round the world, infact her father sponsored our last two summer trips,  I sincerely thought this r factor thing was only exhibited by women and girls who have low self esteem issues, 'yes, you have esteem issues if you fake an accent, I'm in my house come and beat me'. Then shockingly some men in baby body jumped on the trend.

I can go on and on about people who from over packaging jumped into fakeness, without even noticing, I sincerely assumed that every private hostel student had wealthy parents or relatives, shock paid me a visit when I discovered that most of them paid their fees from runs!!! ehen even runs is packaging, formerly it was called prostitution. These days we have packaged so many wrong professions into attractive packages and made it almost diffcult for people to say no. I sometimes just think of how much money these girls make, mehn maybe I should just join them, Ronke is quick to remind me of my moral values when I want to go down that route. is not like any man I dated was worth it.... I was on my own, waiting for Ronke to come and pick me from my faculty, when this gbogbgo big girl of town came up to me and asked me to loan her some money. I looked at her, the aunty was carrying the latest Iphone, her Manolo blahnik bag and fendi pumps were screaming  'I cost a fortune'  and her Tahari gown was beautiful balanced on her cinched body. I know you'll ask how I know these designers,  I take out time to know this things so when I hammer, i'll slay well, besides how am I suppose to contribute to grandiose conversations when Ronke forces me to all  her elite gatherings. I looked at Mariam and wondered, how I was supposed to loan her money when she's looking like a million Euro's and I the lender looking like a thousandnaire, it got me thinking, I am sure some people most have missed their helpers through fake lifestyles.


I overheard some girls talking about how their customer increased their pay because they landed in uber select rides, so I figured overpackging/fakeliving worked for some. Ronke came in and announced her seondary school re-union was happening soon and by the time she received her levy, I had to ask her if they were flying in their chairs from Maldives, I am not understanding, infact I doubt they paid that much per session when they were students. I knew I was tagging along, I had to help her eat her share because my friend is Miss fit fam and she aint joking with her diet, she has an hour glass shape her boyfriend lives for, Emmanuel loves to show her off ehn...kai.We landed at the reunion venue, it was not bad, as usual both men and women were dressed to impress, the whole point of the union was to show off, you could see how they struggled to act like they were some foreign breed or just landed from their private jets, the part that got me laughing was when they were asked to introduce theirselves mehn see forming, three many ceo's. one of them claimed to have studied in Dubai yet she possessed a konk british accent. I couldnt deal. I felt a hand on my shoulder, it was an old neighbour, her face was all painted like it was her wedding, we hugged, gisted and gossiped she gave me gist and kept me company while Ronke was busy ensuring everyone was satisfied. I then told my old neighbour, Ronke invited me, she then said her brother is her boyfriend.... I laughed, somebody must have packaged himself to deceive Tonia, I then told her, she is an only child. she laughed at me heartily.

Tonia explained to me that the man I think is Ronke's father is her sugar daddy, her parents disowned her when they started dating during her jamb lesson days, and the man had been paying her bills, she even showed me family pictures and the resemblance between her brother and herself is glaring enough as proof. I suddenly became full, very full. I couldnt believe I did not notice, but she has a boyfriend,...but... I.... well...the good thing is that we still have parents who are not money blinded but how am I supposed to remain friends with her and act like, this information did not just breeze through my ears.

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