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Dalung Vs Oshiomole - Mother wins again!

Barrister Solomon Dalung is the honourable minister of sports. But that is not his claim to fame.  He became a household name when he decided to re-christen our beloved nation United States of Nigeria as opposed to the Federal Republic of Nigeria we have all come to accept and love. Perhaps he was attempting to send a ‘let’s unite’ message to the different states in the federation, who knows? But this post is not even about the US of N, that is water under the bridge.


On our drive to work this morning, uncle bae and I could not help laughing out loud when @Jimidisu commented on the capabilities of Dalung as an honourable minister of the federation. Among other factors, uncle Jimi was concerned about Dalung’s dressing, completely convinced that no one will take Dalung serious as long as he keeps dressing like that. True or False? I decided to find out, and it seems like Uncle Dalung actually has a unique sense of style- his beret and conductor (as my father likes to call that short sleeved apparel that is closer to a military man’s uniform than a suit). Whatever they are called, Uncle Dalung loves those things, he has them in different colours and wears them to every occasion.

He wore it to  address the media


And granted a radio interview in it

He rocked a red beret to support Bring Back Our Girls

He even has one that suits the APC flag


But wait, is that him in a suit?


Wowwee, he even has agbada!!

On a second thought though, does he not share a similar sense of style with Comrade Adams Oshiomole of Edo State? How come no one has a problem with Oshiomole dressing the way he does, face cap to match?
The comrade has rocked this style since his NLC days

He even made one for his beautiful wife and nobody said anything o

Or maybe somebody actually did something...

Again, it looks like my mother was right- what you wear is a reflection of who you are! If you are not a comrade, don’t dress like one. If you are not a tout, don’t dress like one. If you are not a prostitute, please do not dress like one. That’s another lesson I will need to teach my children.

Following this logic though, maybe we should not be in a hurry to judge Uncle Dalung, we might merely need to ask him- sir who are you and what are you communicating with your dressing. 

After all, it is now evident that dressing is a language that resounds louder than the voice. 

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