Ok, I admit my driving-in-traffic behavior is rather questionable, but then again, it’s interesting the sort of things one can get up to with all the idle time spent sitting in bumper to bumper Lagos traffic, like:
- Flossing all 31 of one’s teeth (yes, 31, my left upper back molar was extracted 5 years ago)
- Deep cleansing one’s face with cotton pads and an astringent
- Waxing one’s upper lip with Veet cold strips
- Tweezing one’s eyebrows
- Re-stitching a loose weave track
- Moisturising one’s hair
If you didn’t already know, a car dancer is one of the most self-assured people that you could ever meet. I mean, carefully consider the reckless abandon, the blatant disregard for raised eyebrows, the indifference to the confused/amused stares from other drivers and the defiant flouting of the rules for socially acceptable outdoor behavior. Her non-verbal but ear-splitting statement is quite simple:
“My derrière hurts from sitting for so long in my car, the music is great, I like to dance and I am going to dance”
The car dancer knows that she has a waiting, albeit unsuspecting audience comprising of fellow comrades in traffic-crawling, road-side hawkers and the odd, mildly curious LASTMA official.
Motivated by “correct” radio music, she knows that it is her civic duty to give them a run for their money with ghen-ghen dance moves that resist the stifling seat-belt, she switches smoothly between enthusiastic wiggles and jerks that go way beyond the mediocre “Look at me, don’t I look so cool in my new Ray-Bans” rhythmic head nodding a.k.a. The hipster head bob.
And all the “I am feeling your moves o” smiles from some members of her audience who are in on her the-glass-is-half-full jive, let her feel even more unrestrained and less annoyed about the unrelenting traffic.
So, I finished working on the re-grooving project and I am very pleased with the result. Now, I have both a blouse and a skirt that could either be worn together or separately paired with other pieces in my wardrobe.
Yes! Refashionista. 🙂