by Orey Kalejaiye

Created on: November 29, 2009

Anticipation is building as girls rush out of rooms and run right into others. Gowns flying, heels clicking, tongues wagging, lips smacking, they fly from pillar to post just so they don't miss what is coming.

A girl screams out, Where in the world is my lipstick? ADETOLA!

Oops! Sorry. My bad.

And just like that, the banter goes on and on. Everyone wants to look their best, for they are coming soon and they will only take those who are ready for the task ahead. In a very short while, the call will come and for those who get on board, the journey begins, for those who don't, they've missed the only chance they'll ever get.

I step into my room, hoping for the comfort of solitude, but much to my surprise I find that the commotion I witnessed outside cannot hold a candle to the tornado of events raging in my room. Clothes are strewn all over the place, there is make-up covering every inch of the dressing table, there are voices coming from every angle of the room and about seven mouths to go with those voices, none of which I recognize. I step around the clutter, confusion evident in my face, searching for a familiar face. My roommate then walks in, dressed to kill.

Wow! Where are you off too? I know that's a stupid question. I obviously know where she's off to but I refuse to believe it.

Oh, I'm off to have fun, darling. Obviously from the way you're dressed we're not heading to the same place.

Well, except if you intend to have fun in your bed all by yourself, no, we are not heading to the same place. I said as I moved between the staring eyes.

I sit on my bed as I watch them all get ready, awestruck. Lipstick is traded, eye shadow applied, dresses are adjusted, shoes are worn, all in the mind to dazzle whatever audience cares to observe. The end result is jaw dropping.

My roommate is dressed in a snug, backless, micro-mini aquamarine gown, with a dipping neckline, gold strappy heels, and her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall; obviously she just put in the extensions that day. The only piece of jewellery worn, tiny gold studs in her ears and a thin gold bracelet I had given her on her birthday. The others are also clad in a variety of skimpy to slutty, a mini skirt here, daisy duke shorts there, with attitudes to match too.

Ladun darling, how do I look? she spins so I can get a good look of the dress, though there isn't really much to see.

I raise an eyebrow in response.

She gives a hearty laugh, Just the expression I was looking for. Mission

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