UYAI ✔️

Uyai (thirty-four: part 1)

** Prantle Event Centre, location_Abuja_Miss Là creation(MLC)**

Uyai came with both Catherine and Isabelle but she felt like she came alone. Mrs. Chance and Miss Fiona were coming in later or the next day so she was left to endure Twenty two contestants in total. Each a representative of different modelling agencies and each of them as suspected had private interviews with the different judges.

Uyai's interview section had been a walk in the park.

That was exactly what she would like to say but it was actually the reverse. She could vividly remember the tension that gripped her almost to paralysis. Her muscles had become numb and frail all of a sudden that the effort to pronounce her name took a pained effort by her brain to send a desperation signal to stimulate her facial muscles to perform it's duty which with several attempts at closing and opening of the mouth for about three consecutive seconds before the word U-y-a-i was forced out. Other questions ensued and yes she had answered with ease which was only betrayed by a few stutters that hopefully the kind judges had chose to ignore or better yet didn't notice. Unfortunately, one of the judges who she'd been well acquainted with, well she'll give you opportunity to guess.

Indeed it was Mr. Ken.

He had asked her, she recalled with a shudder. "Are we wearing masks?" His question had halted her in mid answer to the "what are your hobbies?" question that she'd been asked by a white lady who had a severe case of freckled plastered face which her makeup couldn't even conceal.

"Do we carry axes?" he asked again. His expression as usual stoic and intimidating.

Uyai gave a noncommittal reply while slowly shaking her head.

"Then why do you look so nervous?" he asked.

How exactly was she to answer that? And did he have to spell it out?

Now back to present.

Uyai held her breath as manicured fingers gently probed her shoulders as they turned her sideways to view her physique in a bikini; a purple coloured two piece that hid barely anything. Uyai looked at the other models quietly undergoing their own examination and took notice of their board like flat stomach they had called abs. Even Raina and Isabelle spotted one she observed. She looked at her own stomach though flat but there was nothing hard about it, it could be easily squished with two fingers.

The beautiful lady who was turning and twisting her as if she was handling a mannequin hummed, grunted, frowned, shook her head and Uyai was left to interpret all that sounds and facial reactions. Still it was difficult to tell what they insinuated.

Finally she was left alone and Uyai observed as the lady wrote on a sheet before moving on to the next model. It was then Uyai released her breath in a whoosh.

She furtively roamed her eyes about the large room housing the contestants. She spotted her roommates, Alisha and Martha standing besides each other. Alisha was Fulani with smooth ebony dark skin, she was beautiful with exotic features, her beautiful slanted was always lined with Cajal accentuating her hazal eyes and her envy worthy hair always styled to perfection. Uyai didn't know Nigerians could have such long, almost black as charcoal coloured tresses.
Martha also was beautiful but a shade lighter than Uyai. Her beauty was not as astounding as Alisha though but she carried herself amicably well with enough confidence to convince you of her so not great physical attributes. She had what Uyai would term a 'crossed eye'. Uyai never knew the direction of her gaze especially when she conversed with her, cause her eye balls were unfocused. Again she didn't have a beautiful smile. In fact Uyai preferred it if she didn't smile. It wasn't that she had ugly teeth, far from it. Her teeth was white enough to be used as advert for toothpaste. Uyai just couldn't explain it, but somehow smiling wasn't good on her.