My Most Embarrassing Moment!…


I was rummaging through my stuff this evening and I stumbled across a journal from my teens. I didn’t even know I had it here with me and I was quite happy to find it, so I sat in my closet reading some of the entries and laughing at my typos and silly abbreviations and all my long emotional rants about boys but I stopped in my tracks when I flipped the page, the first line that jumped at me was THE MOST EMBARRASSING DAY OF MY LIFE!!! I am pretty sure I read the whole page in one minute, it felt so good to read what my seventeen year old self had written. I wrote this particular journal in capital letters so it was pretty serious! So I thought I would share so that we could laugh at my seventeen year old self together.

I like to think that I was a serious minded teenager, I was very intent on passing my WAEC and GCE exams on my first try so I was doing a lot of studying at the time. Plus my sister ratted on me to my dad and showed him my stack of love letters (covering my face in shame) and my dad in his fury and rage chopped my long black, healthy mane of hair. He said the length of my hair was getting into my head. Oh! The nights I stayed up mourning my sudden unplanned baldness.


As a teenager and probably till date, I copied my mum’s every move, after all the woman is my best friend! I learned to cook like her, make up like her and  even write like her. Yes, you guessed it my mum and I have very similar hand writings I could sign her checks lol, anyway at that time I was trying to copy her dress sense as well. So my cool cousin was having a party and she invited me. My mum of course stepped in as my fashion consultant and told me that I should wear a skirt suit and a hat since I was trying to cover my shaved head! Guys, a skirt suit and a leopard print hat, to a party that had only sixteen to twenty year olds, sigh. While I was dressing up I remember my aunt asking me if I was going to church or a party, but my mum had filled my head with how I was going to be the most decently dressed and that I was going to stand out from the crown who wore jeans. Boy did I stand out!

So off I went to this party, clad in my peep toes, slightly baggy navy blue suit and my leopard skin hat. I got to the party and I walked in, I will never forget the silence that descended on the room. Everyone went still for a couple of seconds and to my greatest shock laughter erupted around the room. I was still unsure why they were laughing till I looked around and saw that I was the square in the circle, the only suit in a sea of jeans… the rest of the party was a blur but as if the fact that I was mortified wasn’t enough, they had to play this hideous game called the devil’s basket.

So they asked this guy to pick three random girls and then to slap one, hug one and kiss one. When he pointed at me I thought well, how much more worse can it get? Little did I know. I watched him hug the first girl, kiss the second girl on the cheek, and before I had the time to process the fact that I was about to get slapped, a hot slap landed on my face. Now the slap in itself was not painful but the wave of humiliation that washed over me, was so intense it made me run to the door to get the hell out of there but unfortunately there was still more. In my haste to exit the party I didn’t see the stool in front of me so I fell, face flat on the ground,my skirt ripped and my hat fell off. Sigh, that was not my finest moment and that till date it’s the reason why I don’t wear skirt suits, why I still cant go to parties alone, or walk into a room full of people by myself and its the reason why I always ask for the dress code for every event I attend! Its funny now but back then, it wasn’t. I was so mad at my mum and everyone for weeks…

So that’s it guys! Straight from my journal. I would love to hear your most embarrassing stories as well, hit up the comments and let us laugh at our selves.

Side note: 101 posts, almost 200 followers and 6,000 views later, I just want to remind you guys how much you mean to me and to thank you all so much for reading my little old blog!

Have a blessed week!

It’s a good giggle to look back at yourself in your teens and in your 20s. You thought you were so fierce and fabulous, and it’s just embarrassing.”Tabatha Coffey

25 Replies to “My Most Embarrassing Moment!…”

  1. Oh my! I felt the humiliation the teenage you must have felt as I read this post. I probably would never have recovered from this. LOL. Thanks for sharing! And hey, congrats on the blog stats! 🙂 🙂

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  2. I’ve racked my brain too many times, I can’t remember my most embarassing moment lol. But i can relate with that dress you wore to the party, growing up my Mum always made me wear what she felt was decent to parties and i ended up standing out in a funny way at parties. I guess thats part of what made me fall in love with fashion cos later on i started playing dress up infront of the mirror to spice up what mummy Nice post Girl .

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  3. OMG! I tried so hard to muffle my laughter..Jeez! didn’t we all have that ugly suit that mum always claimed was the best to wear for any occasion, including visits? I don’t think I’ve been this embarrased..Lolz. The bald head, the hat, the skirt suit, the laughter, the slap,the fall, the skirt rip….lolz. Thank God you survived darling. This just made my day and I’m happy to watch your blog grow….

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    1. Chai! Chai!!! Na only you waka come ??.
      I can’t stop ‘Loling ‘ towards the end of your post. I mean what could be more embarrassing than that!
      Thank God you have outgrown the fear of outings et al.

      My own embarrassing moment? Seriously I can’t presently remembered any , perhaps because I was very restricted till my early 20’s

      Thanks for sharing this part of yourself

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