I woke up and the first thought that hit me was how weird life is. Some days ago an old friend and former crush called me and after talking for a few minutes he insisted he wasn't we talking to Nwando; this is an impostor; Nwando wouldn't talk like this; Nwando wouldn't ask what I'm talking about, she'll know what I'm talking about (He wanted me to come and see him on Wednesday morning after my interview. I pointed out to him that I don't see people socially during the week, except at night, if I really had to. He then said "ok, we won't see socially, come over and we'll see spiritually". After repeatedly asking him what he was on about he started accusing me of being an imposter, said the real me would know what he meant. Turns out "Spiritually" meant us smoking weed and getting high. I really have changed though, Nwando then would have understood immediately.)
For a lot of old friends I've become this gray-haired granny with huge thick glasses. It's kinda like I'm this uptight stuck-up prude whose idea of fun is reading in bed with a nice cup of Twinnings camomile tea ...
So anyways I woke up and remembered that morning years ago when someone called my phone and asked me to rush and get a copy of City People, I couldn't understand why but she wouldn't say, she just asked me to hurry and get it. So quickly I grabbed some money and ran downstairs and right on cue there was a vendor just at my junction. I grabbed a copy, paid him and ran back home. I quickly flipped through the pages and the second I found what all the fuss was all about my phone rang; "Ha, UNEC's biggest babe!" My elder sister screamed into the phone. That was what I was looking at right before me on the pages of City People's magazine; UNEC's BIGGEST BABES! LOL.
So there it was. I read how they said *Chinny, my friend and sister had a hummer in school, moved around with at least six MOPOL and owned properties in VGC or something, Then came Chocolate; the daughter of so so and so. Her father is so so so and so. She spends millions in school (or something like that). Then came moi. Nwando. One of the biggest babes. Co-founder of the hottest club in the school and probably in the East in general (along with Nene and Chocolate) she's yadayadayada.
ROTFL. I read the rest of the article, it was pretty spot on as it had some actual "big babes" in it, but it was hugely exaggerated. Choi!
I remember how a few weeks later when I'd almost forgotten about the article a friend of Chocolate's (who's currently a well known blogger, fashionista, columnist and Lagos socialite) said we could get some really cool things at Yaba market, then Tejuosho market. So on we went a'shopping. My darling Chocolate was so uncomfortable, dunno if she'd ever been to Yaba market before and I doubt she's returned since then. I noticed she kept on ducking and her head was constantly bowed low and she refused to haggle over any item, she quickly paid whatever she was told and hurriedly scurried away. I had to ask what the problem was and she said "Imagine what would happen if someone sees us, UNEC's hottest babes, inside Tejuosho market". She was genuinely worried. LOL.
This memory makes me smile. How much we've grown.... We've all really come a long way.
Anyhooooo, yes I used to be that girl. The party animal. The co-founder of the club that threw the biggest, baddest, insanest parties that people talked about for years, and some literally still talk about. The laid back chic that'd 'kick it' with you and have a drag from your joint and join you on your spiritual plane. The one who couldn't leave her house without baring 60% of flesh. The one who was mad fun you wouldn't forget about her in a hurry. The one who could drink you under the table and still walk in a straight line. The one you knew would be down for whatever... Yeah that was me.
But this is me now.
Sometimes I feel the need to apologize when I talk to an old friend and they 'accuse' me of changing. A few actually make this observation with admiration, but for some others it's seriously tinged with disappointment; like the way you feel when you're rushing to a party and getting there only to find that it ended five minutes ago.... That kind of disappointment.
But how can you possibly expect me to be the same person I was five, six years ago? Isn't that like the worst thing that can happen to a human being? That was me then. I'm not who I used to be, for no actual reason I've changed, because that's what people do, it's called growth, it's called maturity, it's called life.
And if I meet an old friend and you're still exactly who you used to be some five, six or seven years ago, I'd bid you farewell and be on my merry way. The Me now probably wouldn't get along so well with the You then.
PS. I'm not suggesting that everyone had a wild past and everyone should have changed (or be a 'bore' like me). What I mean is; I expect that naturally, everyone has grown up, matured some more, is more serious with/about life, has got a set goal in mind and is generally just an individual with a solid personality, or a personality at the very least. Basically.