A designer recently introduced me to someone as an ex-top model; the lady looked at me and said “Oh Really? in Nigeria?” – No, in Niger Republic...lol
I usually don’t come across as an ex-top model, mostly because of my ‘girl next door’ look, plus I’m always simply dressed, with minimal or no make-up at all. I’m not a *glamour glamour* kind of person...the only time I fix nails or eyelashes is when I have a very serious photo shoot, otherwise I’m all bare. There are a lot of girly things I don't bother myself with...maybe that's why I don't easily come across as a former model.
I've even once heard a girl say "It's only in Nigeria she can be a supermodel". - Whatever, bitch!...lol
Seriously I don't know what it was, but something worked for me because I really was big in my time. One time model of the year. One time highest paid. One time best runway model (Think Naomi Campbell...lol). And I can't even begin to count how many products I represented, plus all the billboards. But unfortunately for us models in Naija, modeling doesn’t bring you fame. Maybe some cash, but not fame. You have to tell your own story yourself. So I’m grateful for my blog, at least here I can share my thoughts, my stories and on days like this – my pictures.