THESE SHOES WEREN’T MADE FOR WALKING 

What happens when you forget your shoes at home and come to work in slippers? Walk through the pleasure and pain in borrowed heels.

Today,  I forgot my shoes.

Do you picture me walking around barefoot? No,  it wasn’t that bad. I had on handcrafted cream slippers. That was the problem.

HR would have a fit if I was sighted in casual slippers.  I searched my bag again hoping for a miracle.

You see on those days when I feel up to looking strapping, I pack a pair of heels in a string bag. 4-inch black pumps to compliment my pencil skirt and pearls was the idea today.

I thought about the navy blue bag with my shoes resting peacefully in the comfort of my bed sheets. I, frazzled at work in slippers.

The truth is heels are actually bad for my brittle spine. Flat shoes work best for me, but how chic can a girl look in those? This wasn’t exactly true.

What happens when you forget your shoes at home and come to work in slippers? Walk through the pleasure and pain in borrowed heels.
My everlasting and happy Melissa Gold Flats

 

There was a chic pair of Melissa ballet  flats with triple straps I discovered a few years ago.

Arianna Huffington,  author of “The Sleep Revolution: Transforming Your Life, One Night at a Time” is a flat shoe advocate.

What happens when you forget your shoes at home and come to work in slippers? Walk through the pleasure and pain in borrowed heels.
Steve Madden Flats

I once owned a pair of leopard Steve Madden flats. Their patent leather with cut out sides made them more adorable.

And the reasons just kept pouring down on why I shouldn’t have been in this predicament.

What happens when you forget your shoes at home and come to work in slippers? Walk through the pleasure and pain in borrowed heels.
River Island Sandals

My colleague, B-Babe came to the rescue. She surrounds herself with several pairs of heels everyday at work. Her aquatic blue River Island high heeled sandals became my shoes for the day.  From 9am to 6pm,  I cat- limbered around the office in cute heels built to fit a size 6 not a 10. When the pain became unbearable, I took them off and sat without shoes.

There was the exercise from the Ake Fiction workshop when Sarah Ladipo Mayinka asked us to write about each other’s shoes. Blue pain, pleasure heels.  would have been today’s story. Certainly, it will beat Ernest Hemingway’s alleged shortest story: For sale: baby shoes, never worn.

At the end of the day, for all the pain, I got a nice compliment from HR herself. Maybe size 6 on 10 wasn’t so bad after all. For now, I shall put up my swollen feet and massage the pleasure and pain away with a tube of Deep Relief menthol cream.

What about you? Would you rather strut in pain or walk in comfort?

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