Need Versus Want? What determines it.

It was a cold rainy Saturday morning. It had been raining all week but I refused to allow the weather dampen my spirit. Today was going to be a great day. This was the first weekend without my daughter tagging everywhere. My lovely family friend, Ola requested my daughter’s presence at their house. Ola has two sons. She reckoned my daughter would be bored and lonely, hanging out with me every single weekend. Who am I to complain? I love my daughter but I need a little “ME ” time. After dropping my daughter at my family friends’ house, i decided to utilize my newly found temporary freedom.

I dug my storage and found some old Macy’s  gift card and coupons. Today was definitely destined to be “Spoil Ruqi” Day and I am ready for it. I drove to the nearest Macy which was about 30 minutes from my house (Including Rain traffic). On getting to Macy, I tried picking up two free Clinique products since I earned them as a loyalist. One was out of stock and the other promo had ended. No Shaking, maybe the products would have messed up my skin. Who knows! It’s all about positive vibes today. I refuse to be sad and I still have my gift card. No Wahala! After looking around, there was nothing calling my name at the store. I decided to visit other stores. After walking by Victoria Secret and Express,  I saw it.

I saw Pandora and Louis Vuitton. Omo Mehn!!!!  I figured out with my new blogger status, I need to change my level. I wanted to perfect the saying that how one dresses determines how he/she would be addressed. First, I decided to start my exploration with Louis Vuitton. I took a selfie outside the store and sent it to my husband, tagging it ‘send money, levels don change’. He responded, Lol. Let’s hope that means yes. Let me figure out the product so I would know which mumu button to press. I adjusted my outfit and walked into the brightly lit store. On getting in, no one greeted me. Na wa ooo! Did I just get sized up by the attendants? Ehn!!! I heard about preferential treatment but I rarely pay attention to such nonsense. Anyway, their cold behavior solidified my determination to purchase an item from this store.

I started moving round the store and no one followed me or look my way. It was bitter-sweet. Maybe it meant they assumed I wasn’t in the store to steal. Close marking could mean either theft potential or too much money,  I chose to be positive. I kept exploring until I saw IT.

As pure as a dove and structured as the Eiffel tower. The beautiful girl was wearing a blue and white dress. She was so PERFECT. There was so much knowledge needed to create this work of art. This was a beauty. Mo need babe yi baje baje. I stared at her and rubbed my hand across her chest. Dang!!! I had to place it back before getting arrested.  This is where a Yoruba proverb applies: It states that if one doesn’t choose this girl as a wife, it’s okay to choose her as a girlfriend. I sneakingly took a picture for future reference and kept looking for a way to get her number but everyone was just carrying long face. I decided to call my husband outside the store to inform him of how I found a new love. This was the picture of bae.

Oh Yes!!! She was better than anything I ever had. I called my husband to let him know the latest development. I expressed my displeasure at the attitude of the customer service agent. We decided that what better way to teach them a lesson in humility than buying the item. Before going back to the store,  I decided to google the price of this beauty to avoid any embarrassment. Na wetin i see bi this. OMG! WHAT THE HECK!! WETIN BI THIS!!! I opened the calculator app to do the conversion to Naira as Naija Chick… Olorun ooo…. $4,500 (lncluding tax). Over 1.6 Million Naira on top accessory! The love turned sour. The fast heart rate slowed down.

In which account, would I write this expenditure ($4,500)? Do i need it because It’s this season bag? What would it carry that the regular designer’s bag would not? Who bi Loius wey i go dey shell that kain money to? Does it contain a jinni that would grant me three wishes?  For that price, it should come with its own military guard (In my mind).

Spending $4,500 is a lot to spend on an item that doesn’t appreciate. Maybe it’s the Ijebu in me or maybe I just haven’t reached the level where that amount is pocket money. Whichever reason it is, it just doesn’t make Ruqi sense. I decided to move on since this is a want and not a need. I would bring down my Michael Kors bag and manage it. There is tremendous respect for people that buy these bags but it’s just not for me. Its no needed. I don decide to lick my wounds and grieve the loss of my temporary bae.

Please manage my razz blogging self, I haven’t arrived yet.