03/06/2025
I had just parked my car—barely in time—when I caught sight of . I waved him down with the kind of excitement that only shared history can spark. He was the one who, back in 2011, sold the franchise of what was then to me and two dear friends for our Kano location. A full-circle moment, right there in the parking lot.
“Oh my,” she said with a smile, eyeing my outfit, “I’m sure your abaya wasn’t from Wuse market or any store.”
“No,” I replied with a playful bow, “It’s custom made just for today by yours truly.” We all laughed, the kind of laugh that comes easy with old friends even though I had just met her but had always admired her from afar.
Then, with a look of memory flickering across his face, he turned to her and asked, “Do you remember the event you and I attended, when we were asked to vote for her at the maiden edition of Lagos Fashion and Design Week, October 2011?”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Yes, I do!” she exclaimed.
“Well, she won,” he said, with the kind of quiet pride that carries weight.
I stood there stunned. “You mean both of you voted for me back then, and this is the moment I’m just now finding out?” I sighed, overwhelmed.
What a small, small world this is. The kind of world where old paths cross again after years, where kindness lingers silently behind the scenes until it surfaces in the most unexpected way.
We took a beautiful photo together, full of pride, nostalgia, and unsaid emotion.
Thank you, and for your silent and unwavering support all these years. For believing in me before I even knew how far my creative mind and journey would go.
And thank you for honoring the 10th anniversary of our beloved and our shared sisterhood,
My heart is full.💛
