Alisha #ProjectNigeria

Chapter 7

Alisha's POV
Buma stared quizzically at the pile of clothes I scattered on my bed to make a choice. Her facial expressions immediately gave me the impression that she wasn't pleased with my choices and that they were 'wack'. And I concluded that none would in a million years fit into the event that was coming up in few hours time.

Deciding that I would go for the party was due to Buma's No's that rang in my ears each time I constantly refused to 'grace the dance floor with my beauty' as she had said. She vehemently refused my disapproval of the party and my plans which was to stay back and watch a movie while my mates were having fun at the club house of the school. Oh yes! I forgot to mention that my beautiful school had a club house which meant that the school welcomed the saying which says 'all work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy'.

I bent down to pick up a long yellow lace gown ignoring what she thought but she immediately stopped me.

"You got to be kidding me!" Buma said as she placed her left hand on akimbo while waving the other into the air like a dramatic queen.

I blinked more than I could count and played her words in my head.

"Is my choice that bad?" I asked myself

"No, it is a fantastic choice" my inner voice didn't choose to be quiet with its sarcasm.

Buma went towards her cupboard and rummage through her clothes but she didn't seem to find what she was looking for so she diverted her attention to her wardrobe which had so many clothes in it arranged in a beautiful manner on the hanger. She searched and pulled out a black mini dress.

"Perfect, this is it" she said grinning with excitement in her eyes like she just won a lottery.

"Perfect for what?" I pretended not to have any clue of what the mini dress was for.

I hoped she was joking because the gown was way to short and besides, Alisha doesn't wear such. Imagine me exposing my legs that aren't even beautiful.

"Why are you undermining yourself Alisha? Your legs are beautiful"

Can't my inner voice let me be to figure out how to reject Buma's choice.

She looked at me for a while giving me that serious look.

"Don't try and be funny, girl, this is a night you cannot go back to. You have to look your best and besides you have the perfect curves why hide them in your hideous clothes?" She urged me.

She was right about my curves. I don't put my curves into consideration while I wear my clothes. I saw it as an unnecessary act. My curves came from my mum, she has the African body that any man would die for and I was pretty much convinced my dad fell for her curvy charms. In as much dad fell for the 'charms' I always believed that my 'curvy charms' expired because guys weren't interested in me and I cover it all the time so there was no way they would have noticed God's artwork on me.

After much persuasion, I gave in. After all, I don't want a boring school experience. I have to be confident to have fun while it lasts.

I pulled off the nightwear I was wearing since last night. I had my bath since morning but I still wore my night wear to stay in the hostel. I pulled it off and wore the 'suppose to murder' gown. The gown fitted perfectly well and I couldn't believe it. Buma was pleased because her smile was really wide. She pulled me towards the bathroom so that I could view myself in the mirror. I gazed at myself for a while. The gown was perfect and it wasn't really a mini gown on me. It was one-inch above my knee. If it was so on me, it was definitely mini on Buma because she was a bit taller. I smiled with light in my eyes and I could see Buma through the mirror nodding her head vigorously like a child.