RUTH OSIME: A WONDERFUL OUTING
On the back of the sad passing of the great Herbert Wigwe, we sauntered into the alluring venue of screen beauty and media personality- Ruth Osime’s 60th birthday bash. It was a subdued event as the attendee circle were of almost the same circle Herbert Wigwe socialised with. Attendees spoke in hushed tones but still had the grace to give sinfully beautiful Ruth a wonderful time that she more than deserved. As I walked in, I met the brilliant Chairman of Fidelity Bank, my egbon Mustafa Chike-Obi on his way out. We greeted and hugged, and from there I moved straight into the arms of Fidelis Anosike whose very beautiful wife, the delectable actress Rita Dominic sat with my sister, brilliant and sweet investment banker Chioma Okigbo. Mai Atafo looked extraordinarily handsome so tey I come dey wonder if he don do surgery. Mai no fine like this before o, wetin he dey chop was what I wondered as I hugged him and moved straight into the arms of debonair banker and financial wizard Robert Mbonu. Kai, Robert is a class act. He hugged me and we spoke about Herbert for a bit and I left him to go greet Chief Okoya who had just walked in with his prize jewel Shade. This Shade is a wonder o. Kai, timeless beauty. Then my mummy of Africa entered. Senator Florence Ita-Giwa na real immortal beauty. I did not go and greet her o as people will not let her be. They were disturbing her with too much greetings so I decided not to add my own. Then I saw my greatest of the greatest – Tonye Cole. Tonye was dressed like an Italian Mafia don complete
with bowler hat and looked very handsome and rested. He hugged me, we talked a bit and I promised to raid his wardrobe one of these days. What most people don’t know is that Azuka Ogujiuba is the mother of the Duke of Shomolu as a columnist. She was the one that brought me to THISDAY and fought for me to get this column and for this I forever remain grateful. She looked like a thousand stars that night with the white attire and colour hair. Well done baby girl. Then Ruth came in. Oh my God, I cannot begin to describe what she wore o. She changed like three times, each time raising the bar and her dance steps from old school through to her village dance threw her up for the queen of style that she is o. I tapped her and she turned and I gave her a hug and the perfume catch me to the point that when I got home Duchess lamented- you have gone to cheat again o, and I said it was Ruth Osime 60th, and she replied is that your latest girlfriend, and I muttered under my breath as I walked towards the shower – I wish. Happy birthday, my queen. It was such a beautiful outing. God bless you. Mbok, put my name for the 61st. God will keep all of us alive.