No boys? Wetin happen? I wondered as I kept looking around waiting for something strange or vintage Zara to happen. It surprisingly turned out to be one of the best exclusive parties (if you can call it that, no other guests) I have ever been to. “Relax Tobs, why do you keep looking at the door?” Bola asked with wide eyed innocence. I knew my girls too well. They can’t be all glammed up just to be holed up. The evening passed on pleasantly enough; my favourite food, music and people. What else can I ask for? The conversation was light; as usual Zara and Jasmine regaled us with outrageous stories about their encounter with men. Did I remember to tell you it was a poolside party? The lights suddenly went off and the pool was illuminated. In the pool were six ladies in matching swim suits, when did they get in, I wondered. Suddenly the music changed and the Ladies began to do a synchronized dance. I was totally blown away. A private performance! I watched in awe as the Ladies gave a world class performance. I was thrilled. After the performance, we chatted on excitedly about their performance then a steward walked up to us to say Madame Jeanne is ready for us. Madame Jeanne? Who is that now? I wondered. The lights were turned on her and you will never guess, yes a pole dancer! I have always secretly wanted to improve on my pole dancing. Don’t get me wrong, to me pole dancing was an art form for the viewing pleasure of the man in your life and I so badly wanted to be very good at it. I have always believed when I eventually settle down, my man will have no reason to look out as I intend fulfilling his fantasies in the bedroom and the boardroom. I have always known I will not be a regular kind of ‘wife’. I have fantasized over and over again on being the ‘perfect’ wife or the closest to one. Bedroom? Check! Kids? Check! Kitchen? Check! Housekeeping? Check! And yes my in Laws? Check! My life, my world. She was amazing, the girls and I learnt some new moves. Even Kaycee was not left out, she was being a sport. Day 2, colour theme is red, danger! Why does that make me uncomfortable?
Do not forget Warien Rose Foundation’s Domestic Violence Anonymous will hold tomorrow the 26th, which is the last Monday of the month at Rockview Hotel Festac Town. Hope to see you. The second day started on a high note. We were served breakfast in bed and the girls all came to my room with their breakfast. We chatted excitedly about the previous day as we had breakfast. “So what do you guys have planned for me today,” I asked unable to contain my excitement. I didn’t know I will enjoy being dragged away from work so much as I thought guiltily of Mrs Obi’s file that I had not touched which is one of the pending Matters I had in court. I grimaced as I remembered the Judge in that particular Court I had filed in did not like me. She had a habit of picking on me anytime I had to make an appearance in her Court. She always had an issue with either my dressing or hair or nails. It’s been frustrating. Anyway, it’s party time; I really don’t want to be thinking of that witch! The girls refused to disclose what the plans for the day entailed. All I know is that bum shorts, tank top and a filmy flowing kimono style shirt was laid out for me with matching sneakers; red was the dominant colour. A jeep came to pick us soon after breakfast and we were on our merry way. It was a longish drive but we finally arrived at our destination, Olumo Rock! Wow, I was elated. Ever since I came here the first time, I fell in love with this place; its ancient hills and its historical background. The name Olumo means ‘troubles and sufferings are all over’. The history of the rock dates back to the 19th century Oyo Empire when Abeokuta was inhabited by the Egba people who found refuge at the Olumo rock during inter-tribal wars. To give a bit of an insight into this magnificent piece of history, I have to cull this from wikipidea so I will not forget the magnificent history of the place; Olumo Rock is a mountain in south-western Nigeria.