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THE BURDEN CALLED ASO EBI.

Hi Guys, 
So I'm a bit pissed off about missing a wedding, well not because I missed the party since I've been very anti-social for the last couple of weeks. I'm pissed off I paid a hundred euros for the Aso Ebi, got it made in Nigeria and sent to London. 
I missed the wedding because my Visa did not arrive on time, so now I'm stuck with another Aso Ebi I will never wear. 

For those who do not know Aso Ebi is a uniform dress that is traditionally worn in Nigeria and some West African cultures as an indicator of cooperation and solidarity during ceremonies and festive periods.

So when Nigerians home and abroad have parties a fabric is picked for friends and family or people attending a party, usually is not compulsory to buy but some people take it to heart and hold malice against you for not buying. They see you as not supporting them and others see you as broke.
 
Since October I've spent approximately four hundred euros buying and sewing Aso Ebi, I was not able to attend any of the parties for one reason or the other and it got me thinking Aso Ebi might actually be a burden.
After buying you have to fork out at least ten thousand naira to get a decent style made. 
I have no problem buying if it's my very close friend. 
Why do I have to buy if I'm not your close friend?
Why do I have to buy it if my attendance is not guaranteed? 
My mum is also having her fiftieth and Aso Ebi is starting from fifty thousand naira which is over a hundred euros, I simply told her there is no way in hell in I'm paying that much for fabric I will wear for a few hours and never wear again. 
It makes no sense to me, I would not feel comfortable inviting my friends to a party and have them pay that much. If someone invited me to such I would simply tell them I have illness scheduled for the day. 

I know how what I can for a hundred quid, that's money for a fresh pair of trainers. 
How do you guys feel about Aso Ebi? 


xxxx 
L.D 

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