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My Nose and the Hole In It

March 20, 2007
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It all began on that fateful August evening. My friends and I decided to go out one last time before the demands of school would keep us from seeing each other. We were walking through Adams Morgan, cutting through crowds of drunken folk and other fools when my friend said “ooh, it’s that tattoo place that everybody goes to.”

My mind, being the constantly rotating wheel that it is, thought “hmm…I have always wanted to get something pierced…OOH OOOH I’LL GET MY NOSE PIERCED!!”

At that moment, I had no regard for anything other than getting my nose pierced, and those of you that know me can attest for the fact that I am a very random person.

So…I got my nose pierced…for $40! Mind you, at that time I was still at home for summer vacation and for the next 5 days, my parents didn’t notice anything.

I went back to my apartment for the school year and everything was cool.

THREE MONTHS LATER…

I came home to visit my parents and two days into the visit this is the conversation that ensued:

Mom: Ehn! Mo ti daron!! (I am in trouble!) Aderayo, what is that on your nose?

Me: This? I’ve had it for months now, you didn’t notice?

Mom: Do you think that if I noticed I wouldn’t have said anything? What kind of nonsense is this? ehn? Have you become a bad girl? Don’t you see it in the Nigerian movies? Only bad girls and prostitutes do such things.

Me: *Laughter*…but that’s in Nigeria, this is America and people don’t see it that way here.

Mom: And so? Just because we are in America does not mean we are still not Nigerians.

Dad: Clearly that Fulani blood still has not left you.

Mom: blah blah blah blah blah I want you to take it out now.

Me: *whining as I take it out* Now there’s going to be a gaping hole in my nose. [I take it out and alas! there’s a gaping hole in my nose]. See?!

Mom: Ok, put it back, but just remember that I do not agree with it or support it.

Then one day I just had to go into the living room as she was watching her Naija films. She said, “ok, good you’re here. Sit down and watch this.” She made me sit through a FOUR PART Nigerian movie…just so that I could see the TWO MINUTE clip about the girl getting her nose pierced after becoming a rebel.

7 MONTHS LATER…

I went home for a prayer meeting and all my gbeborun aunts noticed the nose ring for the first time, even though I see them at least once a month. They all went to my mom; “ah ah, have you seen that thing on Derayo’s nose? Did you allow her to do it? Well, sha, all I’m saying is that I wouldn’t let my daughter do that oo.” And it continued for the rest of the night. They wouldn’t leave me alone.

Later that night, I “overheard” my mom praying (loudly) that I would listen to her and not shame the family, and that I will continue to do things that will make her happy.

I laughed it off, but obviously this nose ring thing was becoming a big issue…

THE PRESENT…

Right now I’m at home for spring break and for the better part of it, my mom kept giving me dirty looks and talking about the Nigerian movies and how only prostitutes and cows wear nose rings.

Then the night came when I decided that I could no longer take the pressure. I sat in my room and almost cried as I removed the ring that had now become my favorite piercing…I sat on my bed for minutes…hours…feeling naked and empty. Two hours later, I couldn’t take it anymore so I tried putting the ring back…but alas! it was too late, the hole had already begun to close and I wasn’t in the mood to endure the pain that would surely ensue.

In the morning I told my parents about what I had done and of course they said their “Alhamdu lilah’s” (Thank God) and I of course, laughed. My mom told me that she was glad that I realized that I wasn’t a bad girl and didn’t need a nose ring to make me beautiful.

You know what I say to that? WHATEVER!!! I LIKED THE NOSE RING AND I WANT IT BACK NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, it’s been three days now and I’m starting to get used to touching my nose and no longer feeling the familiar bump…

I guess this is the official farewell.

Goodbye nose ring!

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. March 22, 2007 4:34 PM

    I want to get my nose pierced,and there you are havn yours closed up…sorry oh!luvn ur blog!

  2. March 23, 2007 2:21 AM

    i am glad that u got that razz thing out. just like that time u showed up with those contacts that made u look like a crazed doll. Whoever heard of a black chick and green eyes? Ehn, Rayo?

  3. March 26, 2007 8:13 AM

    Damn! I want the nose ring, back! 😦 It’s sexy, in its way. So the holes do close after some time, ehn?I dunno why peeps can’t just let others get on their normal lives. *hmph*Btw, what’s with dad and the “…fulani blood”? WHo has fulani blood?:)

  4. April 14, 2007 4:17 AM

    CATWALQ take it easy with her.i personally dont think that there is anything razz about having a nose piercing though i wouldn’t get mine peirced.ehn rayo wetin dey happen,why u no wan update

  5. April 23, 2007 11:07 AM

    I remember when I used to wear an ear ring back in the days (and I am still only 21 lol), everytime I was in Nigeria, some people looked at me with such disdain that I actually started enjoying the attention lol, it was always explained away by those around me that I was a “Jand boy” and that always got the “aaaaahhhh” as if that made it okay.My wife wears a nose ring (oh sorry it’s currently fallen out and she is still plucking up the courage to put it back in) and I think it’s rather sexy, but thats just me, very liberal thinking, why would anyone think cause one wears a ring that person is going to end up in hell fire… Interesting read, I actually hope you do get the nose ring back, I say live your life they way you want to and try to be proud of the decisions you make. You only live once, enjoy life and all while you can :)Suby

  6. April 29, 2007 9:50 PM

    omo, when u go update. Is the server down?

  7. October 8, 2007 1:43 PM

    Too funny

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