Chiviva Mid-Season Open Door Sales
Calling on all hair lovers, Chiviva Hair is at it again!
Our mid season open door sales is here! And with after sales
maintenance too!The lustrous Boom Curls |
Venue: Silver Bird Galleria (Ground floor)
Time: 10am
Be on time and get yourself the most stylish hair trend of the season.
See More Pictures after the cut...
Never Say Never, Really
~ Edgar W. Howe
Photo Credit: Google |
While I was waiting my turn, I couldn't help but notice this woman struggling to get her 4-year-old son to sit still and just generally shut it. I know; I asked his age. The boy had thrown all sorts of tantrum including hurling himself on the floor; his mother just ignored him. As if that enraged him even more, he started insulting his mother. “Stupid Mummy, wicked mummy, coconut head...”. It went on and on! This well dressed woman, hair intact, nails neatly manicured, turned, looked at her offspring and said, “Junior*, behave yourself or I’m gonna smack you!”. The boy’s response? He literally flew from the floor and gave his mother a resounding slap on the cheek. If people ignored the tantrums initially, they all took notice after the slap. Everybody started talking at once. Me, I just quietly shook my head in disgust and continued fiddling with my phone. Mannerless child! Incompetent mother! Why women would not give their little kids basic home training was beyond me. I mean, how hard could it be getting a child to know who’s boss and who’s in charge? I would never be this mom. I don't see my child behaving like this. I had a plan in place!
A Sell-out, The Heart
“When you
really care about someone, their mistakes never change how you feel about them.
It is the mind that gets angry; the heart still cares.” ~ Anonymous
I remember it like yesterday, the Friday before my bestie’s traditional
wedding far back in ‘06. It was the soon-to-be-hubby’s birthday. I had no idea
what caused the rift from the night before. Seemed like those days, every- and
anything was a bone of contention between us. I hadn't learnt to say “I’m
sorry. I was wrong. Please forgive me” and he, he didn't even know what “I was
wrong” meant; never mind about “I am sorry”. That would be me asking for too
much really. Hot heads, both of us. Quite passionate about our own
opinions...and we guarded them jealously.
Whatever the bone of contention was from the night before must’ve been
really heavy though, cos we slept on the same darn bed {with the space in
between us as wide as that highway Moses constructed smack in the middle of
River Nile, atink}, woke and resumed scowling at each other. I was soooooo
angry I forgot refused to say Happy Birthday. Angrier when he left for
work without so much as asking how I was gonna get to the airport for my 11:50
to Owerri. Angriest because this would be our last time together until our own
traditional wedding barely two weeks later. Who gives his wife-to-be the silent
treatment in view of all these?
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