Cloudy skies, minus seven degrees, wind blowing my hair in my face and the ocean sounds roaring not far from me. This destination is about an hour of flying from the sunny City where I live. So…there I was in Vancouver British Columbia, the rain was pouring as is mostly the case with BC and I was running trying to get away from it as if that could possibly happen but a girl has gotta try right…
I ran in and stood at the edge of one of the stair cases inside a large mall with dozens of people coming and going. Old pageant days training caught up with me and I unknowingly struck a pose. A wonderful lady passing by saw me and gave a sweet compliment ‘‘Girl you look like a mannequin, for a second I thought you were one.’’. I laughed and my heart warmed, melting away some of the cold from the rain. I left the house in such a hurry and I didn’t get my corset in and if y’all know I like to me stylish classy and modest so I was a bit concerned that men were going to ogle my umm goods on display…you know the famous male gaze. To my surprise I counted more than forty men who would walk by me, look at my face admiringly, admire my outfit and then politely take off their eyes. It was all done tastefully and respectfully. I felt like a human being admired by the opposite sex rather than an object meant for errm….procreation only.
My mind shot back to another time, some years back in Lagos with the same outfit but this time with same outfit properly corseted. It was me at my most prim and proper which many people know me for.And boy was I ogled so much I felt like I was on display for sale. No offence to the Yoruba demons, but honestly, I don’t know if this was a Yoruba man thing or a Lagos men thing but I really felt so disrespected despite being so covered. The eyes, would follow me and follow my curves it was almost like I could feel them stripping me of the clothes and oh gosh…
I’m like so staring culture differs across cultures and cities? This was a new reveal for me and a reveal I definitely loved about Vancouver and Calgary. Gentlemen please, c’mon now we are all adults true but id say its better to look a little and ask for a number since you like what you see rather than ogle ehn…yah allah that is sometimes even scary and feels unsafe. I am sure you want the opposite of that yes?
Ladies tell me what is the ogle culture in your city? Would a charming girl feel safe walking on the street or would she feel unsafe from the eyes threatening to tear off the clothes off her body?
I’d love to hear your opinion on this and a shout out to that city….
Till next post by the weekend.
Lots of love, remember you are enough and Love is how to lead. Namaste.
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