I Am An Abuja Girl, I Am Not An Aristo.

BY IPHIE MANUELZ
A friend in law school, Lagos campus, once said that her uncle said to her that if she had been posted to Abuja he would never look at her with respect again, not in those words exactly but you get the gist. Someone once said to me, 'Iphie the only reason I would consider marrying an Abuja girl like you is because i know the family you come from', what type of rubbish proposal is that, well I'm still single so you know I chased him away with a broom.

Most of you already know where I am headed with this, ARISTOS!!!!

This is in no way meant to insult the girls involved in this act, who am I that I should judge them, with the state of things in Nigeria, you wouldn't blame some of them. If things worked fine in Nigeria some of them wouldn't have stooped so low then I would have gone ahead to insult the ones that that did, because the did so for greed. If any insult is found in this piece then know its directed at the old men that refuse to look the other way at the sight of a young girl.

This piece is written on behalf of all the young girls who like me, are tired of being judged because of where they live.
Living a good life in Abuja doest mean I am into runs. I was raised by parents who trained my siblings and I to be contented with whatever they could give us. My parents made sure we went to the best schools, ate the best meals, wore the best clothes that was within their means. And so you have the guts to judge me because I have a good life, that is an insult to my parents who deny themselves somethings just to make sure I get the best and look the way I do.

I was raised by a mother who up until the moment I left the house for school earlier in the year, used to ask me where I got my dress from. And by where I got my dress from, she wasn't asking where I shopped, she was asking how I got the money to buy a dress she either didn't buy or give me the money to buy.  She wanted to know where i got the money for even the littlest item of clothing that i had. As long as she didn't recognise it, she asked where it was from. I am sure when I get home now we would pick up where we left off with the questions. Please tell me how I would find room for aristo with such a watchful mother.

This is what most parents don't do, your daughter comes home with a car or a phone you obviously didn't buy and you look at her and just say 'welcome my dear'. I know of a woman whose reaction to her college aged daughter driving home in a car she she didn't buy was, "now my enemies would see that I have arrived'. Ha. I remember when I was in 100 level and I was forming fight with my parents and  I wasn't collecting money from them,then I went to make a new hair, my mother asked me where I got money from to make my hair and I said my friend, 'Iphie i want to meet that friend', she didn't let it rest until I confessed it was money I had saved up from my days at Okada. How do you expect young girls to stay away from these old men when their parents that are meant to guide them along in their journey on earth turn a blind eye to their activities or even encourage them.

Apart from the fact that I have a watchful mother and that I stuck to the training I was given, because some of these girls are well trained. One reason I can never involve myself in Aristo activities is because I hate being in a position where I can be insulted without being able to give a befitting insult to my 'insulter'. I am also very irritated by these old men, "tufia", with their big belle.

Ladies please say no to runs, I know life is hard, but life as a runs girl is not the answer, it doesn't make it easier, be contented with what you have, parents please monitor your children.
I am an Abuja girl, the next time you see me, don't judge me before you get the opportunity to know me. I am an Abuja girl, I am not an ARISTO.