WHY ARE NIGERIAN WOMEN DISCARDING THEIR BEAUTY?

I know I will be abused and insulted for this write-up and in fact, fear has been catching me since I had the urge, but the need to say something seems to be stronger than the fear of abuse. It’s even a plea sef. Look I went to a very high-octane soirée. A very popular and influential media personality was having her 50th and she pulled in the whole social establishment. Her power was on show as everybody who mattered in media and entertainment was there. I saw them all. From Dele Momodu to chike Ogeah to Ruth Osime to Fidelis Anosike and the rest. Nollywood was represented - Ini Edo, Rita Dominic. The great dames were in full flight, Mo Abudu, Senator Ita Giwa and All. As I sat to observe the falsehood that is Lagos social establishment, something struck me. There was no beautiful woman in the room. The only beautiful women were those serving. The rest looked like something out of Michael Jackson’s thriller. God will punish make-up artists in this country o. They turn our otherwise very beautiful women into caricatures. I even admire them how they make someone look ghoulish and the person will still pay thousands of naira and be happy. Why are they doing this, I don’t know. I even saw one big actress with a personal make-up artist dabbing her face per second, per second yet she still looked very- let me no talk. In trying to outdo themselves or push back the years, we see things. The push-up bras, the many wigs, the very expensive but garish looking gowns and the stilettos that look like it will break an ankle anytime from now. It’s the make-up that kills me o. They will now be holding small fan to make sure there is no sweat. It’s a struggle even to eat on such occasions because the tapes lifting the breast must not loosen, the stapler holding down the wig must stay, the tight elastic holding down the belle must keep holding it down and the bike shorts not letting the huge thighs rub together must always be lubricated per second with Dustin powder. As I sat with my boys, I tried not to laugh. It’s really a serious matter. I look with pity as self-doubt eats into even the most brilliant and most accomplished woman. The icing is now the envy. They will now be looking at each other comparing notes seeing whose breasts are better lifted and wondering if it was Julius Berger that did the job. When my food came, I saw her, she was a waitress and she had no make-up. She was beautiful and dark and wore simple slippers and a short gown which made her shape proud. Every man on my table agreed that this was the belle of the evening but then my friend noted that if she was a guest, she would most likely join the cat race. Pls anybody who wants to abuse me cos of this, please remember that I am a father o and an elder in church, so abuse me with small regards