Only a heartless being will behold her without cutting a sober look, a scene best wished for in fairytales. Pockets of sympathizers whispering in hush tone soon turned a crowd. My straying right ear picked words that painted it source as dejected, confused and worried, “who did this to her? She is wearing an earpiece… maybe it just happened, aiye ma ni ka o, what a wicked world…” My heart echoed,“what a wicked world!”

Sandra!! Sandra!!! Screamed a tall dark guy, his muscular frame and tough look gave him away as a repentant cultist. Turning her head hesitantly, she goes wild at the sight of him, Segun! Oh my God! Holding him in a warm embrace, she asked, “where have you been?”.
Sympathy soon gave way for bewilderment and shock. It turns out that “Sandra” is not a lunatic, not after snapping several selfies with Segun.

Holy Mallam! unclothedness turns fashion. A tight skinned transparent cloth in the name of notice me fashion!

This short gist is a product of my imagination inspired by the “wayward” appearance assaulting my eyes in this generation.

I hear that ladies request their tailors, fashion designers to create showrooms for their breasts and thighs. I am afraid unclothedness will soon become bliss in this part of the world, may our eyes not behold evil.

Ladies, Ladies, Ladies….. How many times I call una? Please display and confine your unclothedness to your bathroom, present it as offering to your husband if married otherwise preserve it…….

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