d3e, as I like to spell her, is my absolutely fabulous friend. Her dreams always humble me, but not as much as seeing her actually do everything it takes to bring them to reality…
“Hello Miss Adebiyi. Please sit down.”
I smile at her anxiously and sit in the leather chair. I look right at her, trying to keep my mouth from rambling and making a fool of myself in front of her. I’m in the office of one of the top editors at Conde Nast, publishers of the world’s leading lifestyle magazines. Just a couple of months ago, I was slugging it out in graduate school and somehow, I’m here for an interview. I can’t even believe my luck and my fingers slightly tremble from all the excitement and nervousness.
“So tell me, why do you want to work for us?”
I clear my throat and suddenly, I’m blank. I had practiced this answer several times and had it right to the t. she gives me this look like I’m wasting her time and then I start to speak.
“I have always wanted to work for a fashion magazine with such a bold and vibrant personality. Writing and working on my own fashion blog and even creating my own fashion magazine prototype had made me realize that this is what I want to do. My background in hard news reporting gives me n edge because I will always fact check, double edit and correct every single mistake. I believe I can make a difference here and…”
Eff me sideways; I’ve bored this woman to death.
“I have read your work on your blog and both your magazine prototypes. I have to say that I prefer Yanga to the other one you created at the end of your graduate education. So different and fresh.”
“Thank you. I also have some other things …”
“And OmogeMuRa has over a million hits per month! Such a feat for such an alternative website.”
Is she trying to insult me or compliment me? I hate fashion speak sometimes…
“The web editor opening needs someone as dynamic and different as you. Your hair, attitude and portfolio show that you are not afraid to take chances and forge your own path.”
At this moment, I’m about to scream for joy.
“I just have one more question….”
Are we about to discuss my salary? All exclusive access to the fashion closet? My Lord has done it for me.
“When are you going to wake up and make your father’s food?”
It is then I blink and realize that I’m not having an interview with one of the editors of Vogue. Instead, I’m in Lagos and waking up to the sound of my mother screaming about food and some stupid thing my brother had done again.
I have so many dreams and hopes right now for 2013 and the above is one of my main goals. Get a freaking job. At a fashion magazine. Even if it’s just getting coffee and tagging clothes, I do not mind. Every day, I get the whole “print is dying” speech or “you don’t have a serious job” thing. I’ve come to realize I love editing and looking over word and images with a fine tooth comb. It’s such a great and beautiful feeling, doing what you love. I pray I get to do this for the rest of my life or until I become an old, senile but fashionable lady. I want to prove anyone can make it following their dreams and not compromising. I have worked way too hard to get to where I am, nobody is going to stop me now.
Then I want to move to New York City. Bright lights everywhere, smell of the American hustle and the belief of a better tomorrow. I have wanted to move to NYC since God knows when. Its scary as heck though, moving to the city, entering the rat race, hoping I don’t get mugged, raped, robbed, killed, or generally messed up. But if your dreams don’t scare you, you’re not dreaming big enough (stolen from somewhere).
Then there is OmogeMuRa. Would it be too much to ask to get a New York Fashion Week press pass (guess who was denied again)? Or ask that more people comment cos when I pitch to brands, they think no one reads it? Or even more views and hits so that I can be like linda ikeji and be raking in cash on advertising? So the main point of this rambling paragraph is just to say, I want OmogeMuRa to get bigger and better. Everyone and their mama has a fashion blog right now so I have to find the secret formula to make mine stand out.
Then there are my body image issues and my new weight loss goals. I started an awesome diet this year and I hope I can be strong enough to carry it to the end. I just added excercise to it and the first workout was HARD. My invisible abs hurt like hell now. In a few weeks, I should have my summer body on deck and get all the boys coming to my front yard. Oh and for some reason, people think I’m losing weight cos a lot of people commented about it when I came back home. LOL. Imma just do me and you do you.
Oh, and I want to kiss a boy. It’s been that long. In the end, I just want to end this year wearing Givenchy and Loubs. Still too much to ask for?