Like when, as a young management trainee, my boss for whom I was acting as PA to an outdoor event (that required lots of walking, and climbing), told me to dress right and look the position. So I turned up the next day in an electric blue baggy tracksuit, an even baggier grey t-shirt (tucked into the pants) and sneakers (he said the event required lots of walking and climbing, right?!).
My boss nearly had a fit.
Everybody else was wearing crisply-ironed shirts tucked into trousers or skirts, nice dresses, “gentle” shoes, pumps.
And there I was, looking like something the cat dragged in. That was one of my longest days.
So Valentine’s Day is here.
For some, they spent hours getting ready. Everything was prepared a week ago. It doesn’t matter that they were going to work today, or that they’ll be drowned in a color claimed by the People Power outfit.
For them its red from the get-go. Dress, coat, panty, shirt, vest, boxers, bra, petticoat (do they still wear them?) heels, wig, earrings - kila kindu, you name it, kwa mfuko.
One year, I had a good laugh. Alone. See, in this our media industry, you need to be prepared for anything. Anything. Like going out to cover a press conference announcing Heroes Day celebrations, a parliamentary session, it could be a murder in a remote place, or a demonstration turned rowdy. Anything.
And so, Somebode arrived, all decked out in black and red and heels. Maybe they expected it would be a peaceful day, and that when darkness fell, it would be a matter of sprucing up - lipstick, powder, darkening of eyebrow and voila! ready for dinner with Bae.
But God had other plans.
The story that Somebode was assigned was about why a dusty road which was becoming a health hazard had been in that state for forever.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. You show up for work, you gotta deliver, otherwise take the day off and celebrate Valentine’s Day with Bae --- BUT --- you better come back with a really good explanation.
Long story short. The assignment worked against her Valentine's Day plans.
Not even the lipstick and powder could save her.
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