Some people have heard of spas and wondered what they do there.
Others are like, “Rubbish, wasting my money for what”
I used to be like you ohhhhh, just that Thank God for my job, my eyes don clear.
The first time I went to a Spa, I was treading on cloud 9.
I had watched too many movies about the spa treatment that I longed for.
All those black Babalawo stones they put on your back and the likes.
For me it was an aspirational thing, the massage, facials, pedicure, manicure and sauna.
Anyway, a nice pretty customer had invited my then supervisor and I for her spa launch and had given us a free massage. (Ntoineeee, next time be nice to customers)
Like play like play, I dey go Spa…heh heh.
So on the D-day, armed with my sunglasses, dressed to the teeth and feeling like Bounty Chocolate, I hailed a Taxi and made my way to V.I to the Spa in question.
I was sooooo giddy with excitement and feeling on top of the world as I arrived at my destination.