CAPSULES COLOURS OF LIFE
Let’s go there and tell one another the truth ..... Parties are a get together for celebrating one thing or the other and as a people we take pride in splurging.
Oftentimes in “lasgiddy” you wonder when you attend these parties why people say times are hard, as people are gorgeously dressed, even if they have had to borrow shoes from friend A, wrapper from friend B and necklace from friend C, the end game is to pepper them so that others go gree sey sauce still dey pot. Who is fooling who you sometimes wonder, the whole process can be riveting.
What riles and rankles is when you’re invited to a party and you’re expected to sit on the floor, beg for food and water whilst dripping with sweat, what’s up with that people?
When someone honours you with their presence, yes you read me right, honours you with their presence, it is rude and discourteous not to see to their comfort, truth be told, I doubt that there are people who actually depend on these parties for their daily meal, so why treat them like “babianlah” people. It is ludicrous I tell you.
You send out invitations for 1000 people, provide chairs for 800, then provide refreshments for 500, seriously, this is out of order and we need to stop doing this. Have a small party if that is how far your pocket can stretch but do not take people out of their homes and ignore them like yesterday’s horrid meal.
When people come out to celebrate with you, don’t treat them like you’re all that, show them that “they” are all that, that’s how we’ll know you are enlightened.
The process of preparing for an outing is migraine inducing thus the least anyone can do is be a good host.
You need to make each invited guest feel like a VIP, that is how it is supposed to be done people.
Another really silly thing that happens at Lasgiddy parties is that the chairs and tables can sabi try you enh ..... you get there on time and they boastfully flash reserved, for guest that are yet to arrive while you wander around like an Israelite in the wilderness pleading with the floor to manufacture a seat for you to rest your form.
You look at the empty chairs longingly whilst they stare back unapologetic for snobbing you, attempt to sit down and the quick retort of “sorry you can’t sit here” slaps you in the face like the cold December wind.
I think it is critical that we include etiquette in our curriculum as many people do not know what is polite or impolite or maybe they just don’t care.
Whilst inanity may spell well, pronounce well like a nursery rhyme, those in that box ought to realise that it puts the brain in debit. Rude ain’t cool and arrogating some class of sorts to yourself by treating others badly is actually crass I tell you.
Maya Angelou once said “People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but they will never forget how you made them feel” ...... interestingly, it is what you say and do that oftentimes provoke the feeling which stores you in memory.