By Their Shoes You Shall Know A Man
Larry's gait was one of calculated style and chic. He elegantly
whizzed into the restaurant in a two-piece with its blazer draped on
one shoulder. I could feel the eyes of everyone at the eatery on him.
His stylish spectacle, his shin-infested hair that looks like
something carved by a black Michaelangelo, his well starched inners
and suspenders. I could smell his elegance from where I was sitting.
It was exhilarating.
As he approached, he removed his spectacles. Draped his blazer on the
chair, and sat down. Cross-legged.
"This city is so hot. Hot, I tell you!" He said, picking up the menu.
"Thank you for coming." I said, taking in detail, every cut and every
edge of his apparel. He was a stunning man. A big man in the fashion
scene. Although, behind the scenes, the is responsible for the birth
of so many Nigeria fashion ideas.
Larry waved it off with the flick of a wrist. Apparently, he hated
being thanked. I quickly caught the chance and started bombarding him
with questions which he expertly answered, taking me offguard at
He took his order, and I took mine. We had a nice conversation over
the food which tasted bile in my mouth but I didn't care.
Suddenly he said. "Want to see something expensive?" We had been
talking about how expensive fashion wares were becoming and how people
spent so much on them before he boomed.
He raised his leg to the table, revealing an expensive Italian shoe.
"This, my friend, is what I call expensive. Hand-made by a very
secretive Italian shoemaker. This classic man had spent a lot of time
and intricacies on this shoe. Details to the very atom!"
A couple in the nearest table watched us intently. Realising what was
going on, they smiled approvingly at Larry's act.
The shoes on Larry's feet was a brown slick mocasins-lookalike. With a
curved nose, resembling tap shoes. Costing a whooping N240k converted
from pounds. I stared at Larry wideeyed. This man had bought something
he loved and it was - though a little insane, it was beautiful.
A man's shoe, sometimes tell a lot about his character, his
personality, and his status. It is believed that shoes reveal the man
inside. What he is like, his tastes, and distaste. Someone like Larry
is the extravagant type. The shoe freak, the enthusiastic shoe
collector, as I fondly call him.
Others, mostly the ones who are not shoe-savvy, wear shoes just to
look good. But there are more to shoes, they tell more about the
person, a lot more than words can tell. So, there is a lot more to
shoes than just matching your attire. Your ability to match them
perfectly is an added advantage.