FAKE LIFE..

I didn't know people could lead double or maybe triple lives so well o. what happened the other day cleared my eyes very well. So these days, even if you pose with the freshest lamborghini and the most correct D& G in front of me, I don't waste my pretty head believing you. Let me share the experience thtat opened my eyes.
  There is this babe in school. We all call her Gemzy. mehn! this babe is clean in every sense of the word clean! she has this clique that permanently follow her, they hang ou with the biggest guys in town, wear the fanciest clothes, fix the best hair and stuff like that.
Last saturday, my friend Chidera and I went for the traditional marriage of a family friend of hers in one village like that in Anambra state. We left school very late and arrived the village by almost 8pm so we couldn't buy some necessary toiletries. When we had arranged our luggage, we had to go and hunt for toothbrush and bathing soap before we killed other people in the house with different kinds of odour.. every shop was closed so we kept going further until we noticed one small kiosk like that that was already closing for the night. Just as I was about entering the kiosk, Chidera held me and pointed to someone on the other side of the road. 'Babe', Chidera said. 'Is that not Gemzy?' I looked up at the person Dera was pointing,shook my head and went back to bargaining with the kiosk owner. 'Babe, look na' Chidera insisted. 'Ebe like say u don dey craze abi? How that mad woman wan take be Gemzy?I shouted this time. Dera dragged my head to where she was looking, held my hands and we huuriedly crossed to the other side of the road that Dera was pointing at. We stood beside a tree..I looked and hehehehe lo and behold! 'the mad woman' Dera was talking about was our own Gemzy! I couldn't believe my eyes. This person was tieing a faded wrapper on a funny looking blouse and she summed it up with an outrageous headscarf. About five small children were sitting on the floor beside the shop. Two were crying while three singing in Igbo.She was sweeping the front of a small mama-put (local eatery). 'Chigemezunkwaya!' someone called from inside and my babe screamed "aunty!". I was transfixed to the ground. she came out seconds later, sat on the floor beside the mama-put and hungrily began to eat a dry piece of bread and drinking water from one dirty looking cup. We kept watching this unbelievable movie in front of us. Next, a very fat angry looking woman  (the aunty) came out and gave our babe some money which she counted and told the woman it was 1500 . She told our babe to cutt he firewood for tomorrow's use before leaving for school the next day or face being sent back to her poor parents(her words).  The fat woman then handed over the money to Gemzy and told her to manage it for the next 2weeks since that was the only money she ( Gemzy) realised from selling the garri that she was told to sell.Gemzy stood up to go inside and sudddenly saw us, she looked like she was going to collapse. she didn't anyway instead she rushed inside the mama-put while we rushed away from there. Neither Dera nor said a word to each other on our way back. we were struck with unbelief!. Gemzy of all people? living and serving in a small mama-put , frying and selling garri, eating hard bread, tieing a worn out wrapper!  Wonders shall never end. Although, we didn't buy the stuff we wanted to buy that night because the kiosk owner locked up when we crossed to the other side of the road, we learnt something atleast.
     Since that day, her levels in our eyes decreased drastically as we got to know the real Gemzy abi Chigemezunkwaya. She came back to school the following day like we did and continued with her fake life . The other day, she saw us on our way to the library in the company of her clique. She was wearing this hot high waist trouser, very sweet top, long peruvian hair and talking to this bobo in  a Range Rover sports car.She turned her face to the other side. We too just kept going our way. we send her? Since then, my eyes have been open.  Chei! And to think I once envied her. God forbid o. I love my own life jare.... All that glitters is not gold o ....
Ciao!