My Sweet Potatoes, these shoes have been chasing me in my dreams. I dream of owning them. I dream of wearing them. I have a pair of black panty hose that in my head will go perfectly with a short skater dress or skirt … and of course these pumps. I want them in black and in blue. Oh, my good Lord, I want them BADLY. But they cost $215. Each.
If you are reading this post right now, please know that this is a sign from the good God Almighty that you should buy me one (or both) of these shoes. Size 9. Heed the voice of God and buy them for your favorite Vera Ezimora in the whole wide world. It’s not like you have another Vera Ezimora; I know you don’t. Thank you in advance. Your reward is most likely in Heaven.
Wait. Before I publish this, I want to make sure that we understand each other. I am telling you about these shoes because I want you to buy them for me. For. Me. Not for yourself. Not for your friend. Not for your mom. Not for your wife. Not for anyone, but me. If I go back to the website and find out that the shoes are no longer available in my size, I will know that you have done something very, very bad. Bad, bad, bad. Don’t do something bad.
Image source: Aminah Abdul Jillil