By Chinwe Obinwanne

Fashion is pain, so many say. Fred was one of the few who disagreed.

How in the hell can fashion be pain? He argued. Something so sexy, classy and eye-popping can’t cause any pain he believes.

So he made sure his girlfriends wore high heels even if it killed them. He ensured that they wore really tight-fitting clothes to show off their figures even if the said figures were screaming in torment.

Even when his mother complained of the incessant headaches her ‘gele’ scarf usually gave her, Fred was always quick to reprimand her in a subtle way while reminding her that the culprit just couldn’t be the ‘gele’. Fashion could do no wrong in Fred’s eyes.



Sometimes he felt he had an innate love affair with fashion. One so strong it almost felt like a blood covenant. He often times wished fashion were a walking, breathing and of course downright sexy female. If that had been, he would have gone to the ends of the earth to seek her out.

Anyone who castigated anything Fred considered fashionable turned to an instant enemy.

His love for fashion was almost akin to his love for bulking up his body muscles and wearing eye-catching natives. Just like his formal and casual wears, his native attires always stand him out at any function. He particularly looked forward to Fridays when the females would ooh and aaah over his body-fitted native wears that seemed one of its kind.

He enjoyed all the attention profusely and ensured his biceps went through glorious torture every weekend so that his natives would cling to them and run the women mad with desire.

But one thing remained constant with Fred. His fear of returning home each day he donned a native attire.

It was a ritual that each day he put on native attire, upon returning home, he had to beg anyone in sight to help him remove his clothing. He enjoyed the compliments but he was always constricted in his choice of fit as regards to clothing. He always insisted his natives be made tight.

One day, it got so bad he had to visit a neighbor just for the purpose of helping remove his tight-fitted senator top. In all of this, Fred still insists fashion isn’t pain. He believes that is how fashion is meant to be. It is not meant to be for the faint hearted and the strong-willed will not call it pain, but sacrifice he says.

Who agrees with him?

Should Fashion be painful?

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