Batamini Story
This day I was having a chat with a very dear friend of
mine. We got talking about Batamini and how many shoes I might have (I have no
idea actually, I’ll try to do a count) and a painful memory came to mind.
A few years ago, we (my family and I) were moving into
another house in England. We decided to do this move whilst I was on holiday in
Nigeria with the kids (I hate moving houses). On returning to England into our
new home, I discovered that my shoe room looked a bit lighter than normal (we
always made room for my shoe collection). I didn’t think much of it and just
assumed I had probably left some shoes in Nigeria (we were also considering
moving back to Nigeria then). Anyway one faithful day, I decided to wear a pair
of foxy knee high boots I bought when I was in Munich Germany, gosh wish I had
a picture to shoe you. I looked everywhere for these boots and did not find
them. I settled for another pair of shoes, but all day I was disturbed and
upset about not finding them (see I am very passionate about my shoes, I can’t
even bear throwing old shoes away or giving them out). I got home that evening
and was having a conversation with my dear husband. We strayed to my shoes and
I told him that it’s weird me looking for these boots (I described it) and I
had the shocker of my life.
He said “oh, those boots, I gave all of them to Oxfarm”.
I was gasping for air, I thought I was going to die of
shock. I muscled up some voice muscles and asked as quietly as I could “what do
you mean “them”?”.
He said “all the boots, we are moving to Nigeria soon so I
thought you won’t need them”.
OMG if I could I would have beaten him up like no man’s
business (I’m not promoting violence but hey...those were my shoes!!!). I was
in shock and was teary eyed. I could not believe someone who loves me would do
that to me.
I don’t know if I’ve forgiving him for that. He gave about
10 pairs of my shoes away, including the pair of Burgundy snake skin Knee high
boots I bought when we got engaged in Paris in 2001. Oh did I mention some
cloths as well. He thought I had too many and I was not going to need them. Erm,
let me decided next time please.
Anyway, I thought I’d share this story this week and as I
type this, I’m getting upset all over again.... till next time it’s Batamini
(yes MY SHOES).
