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Ajibade Oyemade dead? I was devastated. Do you know that feeling you get when you know you could have done more and wish you did more? I was riddled with guilt. I attended Ajibade’s burial on the 20th of December 2019; it was a sober and beautiful ceremony and well attended.
Happy New Year mes amies (my friends). May this year bring fulfilment and contentment for us all by God’s grace. The girls and I wish you guys all the success, happiness and love in the world. “Hello earth to Tobs, you have been scarce and incommunicado,” Jasmine said as she sauntered into my office Christmas week. “Tonight is Rick’s Grandmother’s shindig, are we not going shopping? Me, I want a new dress oh,” Jasmine said. We picked up Kaycee on the way while Bola and Zara joined us at a high brow boutique on the island. Our shopping as usual was fun with our usual girlie banter on slutty wears. The girls were all of the opinion that Sotonye (Rick’s baby mama) being a family friend will be present with ‘Junior’, Rick’s so called son (maybe he really is Rick’s son and I am just being bitchy). They insisted I take an outfit I tried on reluctantly because of the price. It was damn expensive but Zara surprisingly paid for it when I got into an argument with them over the price. The dress a coquettish outfit is a red sheer bling, beaded crystal lace applique jewel, long sleeve, illusion backless, short gown. It was loud in an elusive sexy kind of way.
That evening I stood in front of the mirror, I must admit I felt like a passive femme fatale waiting to be the Princess; belle of the ball. I knew I looked good even before the girls saw me but the open admiration in their eyes made the stress of the day seem insignificant. “Wow, wow, and a triple wow Tobs you look stunning, sultry, tantalising and lush. You will blow them away tonight. All my girls looked good I must say but for some reason everyone was particular about me….hmmmn
We arrived at the party when it was in full swing and as always Rick’s Grandma blew us away with her state of the arts decoration. The house was transformed into a Palace from an Arabian night movie. We saw fanciful décor where luxurious chandeliers were used, mesmerizing lanterns, Arabian style curtains, ornate tapestries, rich rugs, plush window treatments, extravagant furniture, layers of textured fabrics and a generous use of gold accents which created a magical atmosphere of mystique, fantasy and no-holds-barred luxury. We were mesmerised by the sheer opulence, it was obvious money was not a determinant factor here. “Welcome to my home Tobs, my goodness you look like a goddess, has my grandson seen you?” Ricks Grandmother said cutting the chase and giving me a sly appreciative glance after welcoming us into her home. “She sure did not waste time staking her claim, shrewd old woman” Jasmine giggled while whispering in my ear. The thing is I consider Rick’s Grandmother to be a titan.
Her smile is as radiant as that of a queen, in her thoughts and words wisdom flows. Some search all their days to find someone so wonderful, yet I got her as a client and I am privileged to learn from a master of the soul. She is a blessing to her family. I gazed at the old woman before me. At her age she should have one foot in the grave. Her gait should be wonky with arthritic joints and eyesight failing. Were it not for the fine lines in her face I’d think her sixty at the most given her sharp mind and easy motion. It’s her litheness and articulate speech that gets you, an echo of youth in someone so old. “Lost in thought again or are you day dreaming about me?” Rick’s baritone voice broke through my reverie as he stood looking very dashing in a black, men dress tuxedo suit with tails. “Rick darling I have been looking everywhere for you,” an all too familiar voice pouted seductively. A tortoise does not move without its shell.
