Still, in France, I leave the details out, but the least was I let loose to have the fun of my life. I threw my problem to the bottom of my concerns. We will deal with all that when we get back home. One could not deny herself the pleasure of living a carefree attitude even if it was false and fleeting.
I shopped with JK, and he was the ones choosing most of the outfits. That guy has a sense of fashion that beats me and put mine to shame. He should have been in the fashion industry and not the IT techy world.
I did many crazy things in Paris. Top three were
One, a permanent tattoo lined eyebrow. Yes! I did those perfect arcs. That I no longer had to stay in front of the mirror each morning drawing and my brows.
Two, I tinted my lips red. I never in my life have to bother about those anymore. Hubby was rooting for me like a maniac.
“This vengeance on looking young is severe. What else do we need to do?” JK asked tongue in cheek.
“Is it you that we are putting all this on? Calm down. I am going into self-actualisation mode.”
“Ha! It is me o. Don’t you know your body is mine?”
I did my un-lady like snort, rolled my eyes again and managed a “get out” under my breath.
The third almost brought the whole hotel room down. I got a second piercing on my ears and one on my nose!
“Meena biko! He pleaded in the Igbo language. Is your new look not becoming too much. Do you want to compete with the 18-year-olds?
I stood there staring at JK blankly.
It is bad enough people take you for a teenager, but this one will leave no doubt in their minds.
“You did not discuss this with me before you did it?”
“Is this for real?” I ask myself with sparks flowing out of my head like the ones you see in a cartoon.
“JK, don’t worry, in my momentary transformation, I will try not to disgrace you,” I said sarcastically.
He looked at me with confusion which was more common these days. The bewildered look he gave on some of my comments. I would blow hot where I should be blowing cold. Pass comments not relevant to our discussion but trying to talk about his affair and not going about it directly. I was in a back and front motion. Some days I’ll be moving forward, other days getting stuck and some other times just going back.
“Babe that is not what I meant. It looks good on you, but I don’t think it is something you should be doing? When you do this, then trust the girls will do more.”
“Oh that will be their choice, and I can’t be held responsible for that,” I replied in self-defense knowing he was right but refusing to agree on it with him
“You are their role model. Where you stop is where they will. It is not about whether something is right or wrong. It about the kind of message you are sending out.”
“Where would our sons start? Please note here we had none. Two wives and a harem of girlfriends?”
I blurted out!