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The Aso-Ebi Syndrome




I have asked this question for a very long time...." why must I wear Aso-ebi to every wedding I attend?"
Ask my friends and they would tell you that I'm never pressured to buy one
Anyway...you must have heard of the president's daughters wedding and how some women in orange Gele scrambled for gifts at the event....and let me tell you, this happens at almost every wedding I attend...women fighting for plastic and any other gift handed out at the event...but in this case the gifts were really nice. Apart from an entitlement to gifts, the Asoebi gives u a special seat

 (all the while I didn't get to wear one I still got gifts and a special seat...sighs...)
There are girls who would do anyhting to purchase these so- called aso-ebi every single week!...and the price of the materials range from 2,500 Naira to 100 thousand Naira
So every week some girls end up with high blood pressure trying to figure where to get money to buy these materials..that's not all oh! it has to go with a matching shoe, bag and jewelry ..they can't be caught wearing the same thing twice!
The funny thing is people get to wear these Aso- Ebi just once! Hian! Me? Wear it once? I'd rock mine over and over biko
I don't stress it..I would just ask for the color for the day..flip through my ward robe for shoes, clothes and  a bag that matches...Haba! na by force?
Don't get me wrong... its not bad to support family or friends once in a while..but it's not mandatory I buy Aso- ebi and go broke biko
And don't worry I don't intend to force my brides-maid to wear a certain outfit..i'd just send out a 'color for the day' for that special occasion 

Happy weekend!!!

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