The Lipstick As A Powerful Weapon

I remember with nostalgia this very beautiful evening at Jibowu Bus stop when I boarded a Danfo to Ikeja for a little hangout. Luckily for me, I met the front seats unoccupied and I quickly hopped in. Soon, this man arrived who wanted to have a seat too. Seeing that the seat next to the driver was bad, I simply alighted so he could go in instead.

Then the drama started. This man started showing his typical intimidated Nigerian self. He questioned why I would want him as "a man" to go in while I sit next to the door.
I simply let him know I was there first and hence had the right to whatever seat I choose.‎
Infuriated however, and with no choice as he seemed somewhat in a haste too, he had to go sit next to the driver but not without saying so many loud things like "ladies of nowadays", "what kind of women are we training these days", "this one will be ordering her husband", "only beauty, no respect". All these while, I stayed mute. I couldn't give a rat’s ass to what he was saying.

Here I was, about to have a GREAT evening. How dare I let this man with his inferiority issues spoil my mood.

Well, that didn't mean I didn't give him a dose of his medicine subtly.

As I was about hopping back into my rightful place, I moved my head very close (so as to seem like an unplanned bump) to the collar of his WHITE shirt and made sure it got stained with my RED lipstick.‎

You needed to see the shock on his face. He couldn't believe that happened too. He kept ranting about how I was entering in a very uncivil manner like it's my car and all. Grudgingly I said sorry like I didn't know it was planned.‎

My heart was so elated that night; I almost choked from overdose of joy.‎

He'd definitely have had to sort it out with his wife that night. God bless his soul‎ if his attitude has been questionable before and his wife is a No-Nonsense woman. Well, I can only say I'd miss that part of the drama. Next time he won't rub his inferiority issues all over a girls face trying to smear her make-up.

Oh yeah, if I had cried or frowned from what he said, can you imagine how ugly I'd have looked and all my make-up efforts wasted that night?