“It’s Monday again” Tunji said with a depressing frown on his face. I hate Mondays, it’s so stressful but I’m excited I get to wear this purple shirt” he said as he dragged his feet out of the house in his half-rumpled purple shirt with yellow pants that weren’t long enough, looking like the Local government clown as he was always referred to.
Back Home….
Tunji rants to his friend, “ Shebi they say work no dey kill person ni? I’m so tired, this job would be the end of me oo” His friend had a wicked smirk on his face and Tunji’s face was puzzled, did Tayo not just hear him rant about how he was close to dying because he needed to work for money? “But you go still work tomorrow?” Tayo asked
“Yes o, Na that pink shirt I wan wear self…I need to iron it and…”Tunji said while wandering off to look for the ugly pink shirt. Almost bursting into laughter, Tayo shook his head as he continued with his work.
It was Tuesday and Tunji wore his ugly pink shirt with purple pants as his friend hailed after him “Fashionista”. He retorted “Ko easy mehn” (it’s not easy) Tayo burst into wild laughter as his friend galloped to work.
On the street, Someone greeted him and asked if he was a primary school teacher and he replied “No oo, I work for a prestigious local government” he asked why the person asked if he was a primary school teacher, and the person said he had observed him for a while and was almost so sure no company would want keep him in the office. His combination of really bright colours was enough to make one lose an appetite, he said as he walked away without giving TJ a chance to reply to him.
Tunji was so happy, as he said to himself “That shows people have been noticing me., They just don’t understand how sophisticated I am, Any company would be lucky to have me Emi Fashion Icon ( Me, the fashion icon)”. He got piercing stares at work but Tunji was just too shameless to be embarrassed and convinced himself that they were low-lives who didn’t understand the concept of fashion”. Tunji was a sight to behold every day at work, he was typically a walking comic relief for people who were stressed out.
“Tunji knew everyone was looking at him, he could feel eyes piercing through the holes in his shirt.
“Tunji! We can no longer keep you here, you don’t have enough skills and you make it worse with your dressing, it’s a hassle. You keep forgetting it’s the way you dress, you’d be addressed” the chairman said as he handed him his sack letter. Surprisingly Tunji wasn’t disappointed, he took the letter and told his boss “It’s sad you do not understand the concept of fashion, soon you will realize you lost a gem” as he left with his bag and office box.
A few days later…
“Tayo, I’ve thought about it and I am going to start my fashion line and maybe a school to teach people colour basics and let them know that fashion is a lifestyle and it’s nothing to be Ashamed of… “. Tunji was cracking Tayo up as he was cackling
“You don’t even know the colour basics, have some shame! My friend. Reinvent yourself and start sending out your CV, foolish boy…and please don’t add “fashion pro” it’s depressing”.
