Tales of woe and wasted fabric at the hands of dreaded tailors
Our love for aso-ebi has kept us going back to Nigerian tailors even though it's tantamount to an abusive relationship. If you find a good tailor, make sure you hold them tight because for every good one there are 10 bad eggs .
The Mercy Aigbe red dress saga managed to reignite our fear of Nigerian tailors and designers and all the atrocities they can commit in the name of fashion. From mixing up clothes to forgetting to sew them in the first place, everyone has had their fair share of tailor trouble.
From wasting fabric to botching designs, Nigerian tailor stories are endless and though we may laugh, it's not really funny because when you are up against the clock and you find out your tailor has sewn rubbish, it can send you mad. However, if we didn't laugh, we would probably end up crying so we have brought to you some of the worst and funniest stories of Nigerian tailors and their stories for the gods.
I had a wedding I was supposed to go to and I already knew the tailor wasn't very good but I had no choice, I was convinced that I would be able to manage him. I showed up at his shop 5 weeks till the wedding but I was busy and couldn't follow up. 3 days till the wedding I remembered I didn't have my wedding attire so I went to his tailor shop and paid him extra for express service . When I showed up, he told me to come back at 5. I refused and got angry but he insisted I come back so I didn't have much of a choice. He had done some of it but when I asked where my actual material was he told me to come back for that. The day of the wedding arrived and I stormed into the shop furious and shouting and he confessed that he could not find the material. 2 hours till the wedding, he calls that he has found the material and managed to cobble together an outfit. I entered the wedding wearing one cloth and half way through changed into my original cloth. After all that stress, never again
My youngest brother had given the tailor his native one day and he is the softest guy so when he would go and check on it and the tailor said it wasn't ready,he would just say 'Ok' and go. This went on for 18 months!!! One day we were all gisting about Nigerian tailors and my brother mentioned that his cloth had been with this particular tailor for nearly a year and a half and we were like 'What?', we were so ANGRY. We all went to the tailors shop along with security detail (extra, I know) and when we entered we demanded for his clothes and ordered the police to carry his sewing machine and embroidery machine. The tailor started crying and begging but we didn't want to hear word. We told him to go and look for where he will sew the cloth and when he is done, we will return his property.
The guy finished sewing that cloth that very same day!!
I was making a dress from my Aunty's funeral and I chose a very simple design. I was so busy, I didn't have time to try it on but I thought, 'what could possibly go wrong?' When I got to the East, the day of my Aunt's funeral, everybody was getting ready and it came to the time for me to try mine on and I was horrified. The body fit but the arms were so tight that I could not lift up my arms. I had no choice but to wear it. I spent the whole day running around, serving people and generally helping out all without being able to barely move my arms.
Till this day, I don't know how I did it!
So, it was my Grandfather's burial and I gave my cloth to the tailor thinking he would be able to do the design I had in mind. When I picked up the cloth, the agbada was fine but the embroidery was terrible. It was frayed and wonky. I had no choice but to wear it because I had no time left but I learned my lesson that day.
The wicked ways of Nigerian ways of Nigerian tailors is so much so that they even got their own skit.
How many of you can relate?