Scandal: Barrow's Fashion Meltdown In Paris:

Fashion Nerds all over the world were grinding and like wtf...

Barrow and Entourage learn first hand not even money can buy you Sophistication. The president floundered biggggly on his dressing choices and gesture in the city of fashion Paris. It was a disaster, let's just keep it real. It would have been funny if it wasn't that bad.

Image matters, personal presentation matters especially in the world of Business and Diplomacy. Guess what? Barrow and delegation represent us, your image is our image unfortunately, so we're invested in how you present yourself.




But wait, it wasn't only his clothing choices. Barrows posture and gesture left a lot to be desired, he signals serious lack of confidence and professionalism.

But wait again, Barrow wasn't the only culprit, Maimuna Fatty (Mai Fatty) and my favorite old-man Papa Lawyer Darboe aka Mr. Teeny-Weeny miss the mark bigggly as well. Let's check some of the photos, I did my fair share of laughing last night.


Don't do that Mr. President, just wave your hand. Simple!

Maimuna Fatty was trying to fake it but miss bigggly. Our favorite grandpa Papa Lawyer Darboe aka Mr. Teeny-Weeny was off-mark huuugly as well lol... Stood like a Stick-Man, Oversize Suit, Over Size Pants, Imbalance Inner-Shirt. Where is madam Darboe?

Well some of you will be screaming "It's our culture" but you know what, just put on a Suit in a Diplomatic mission. It's a universal professional dress code.
Mr. President was off-mark bigly.
The dress is way too long and uncomfortable to walk.
Again, lift your head Mr. President, oh god, how long do I have to tell you.

Okay, the Fashion-Nerds at JollofNerds.com would like to offer Mr. President a complete wardrobe makeover, please reach out. In the main time, we'll advice the president to hire a Fashion Coach/Protocol Officer. You're the president sir, you have the state apparatus at your disposal.
Again, stop leaning-back or spreading-your-hands or tilting-your-head-to-the-side, it's kinna Unprofessional and Churlish!

Mr. Teeny-Weeny won't just let it go, wanna be president by-force smh.. Be patient Papa, 2020 is around the corner. You'll rule The Gambia for the next  20 years, we don't have TERM-LIMIT remember.




But wait!! Barrow and his gang are NOT the only culprits. UDP just lack "the thing", you know what I mean "The Swag". No matter how they fake it, it's just is there, you can't hide it. lol... But wait, what do you expect from Badibu, Kiang and Jarra exports. Xoxoxo..... Lmao!!

Don't kill yourself. It's just a joke. Calm down!!

Btw... What's up with the red-hair and the brown patterns Fatoumata? Are you a johnny-just-come? You definitely ain't from T-Town. Naa.. My ex is from T-Town, their game is spot-on!

Before we end let's give Mr. President and his gang of Up-Country boys some tips. We can't allow them to humiliate us again like they did at the city of fashion (Paris), can you even imagine that. Am pissed all over again. Lmao!!

Anyways here we go:

  1. Please Hire A Fashion Coach. You can give all the Ministerial Positions to the Up-Country boys but when it comes to fashion let the Serekunda and Banjul kids handle that shit, please. I see lot of young, talented Gambian designers on Facebook. If you can't find one contact us at Jollofnerds.com we'll hook you up.
  2. Keep your dressing simple as much as possible. Have you heard "beauty lies in simplicity?" it's true.
  3. Keep it professional, wear a Suit. Btw.. suit isn't just a western dress code, it's the universal professional dress code and there is a good reason for that. Look at your photos, you'll see why.
  4. Mr. President, please quit tilting your head to the side/down or spreading your hands like a king or leaning back like you're in a casual setting. Image matters.
  5. Finally, tell Maimuna Fatty to quit sitting next to you all the times just to get some camera attention. Mr. Busybody!
  6. Oh wait! Stop locking your fingers in professional settings. Stop it! Your gestures need some serious work.
Wait! Wait!

Don't you just love the First-Lady super, super hot. She got "the thing" you know what I mean, right?
Chum-y! We all love the Peuls, don't we?
Anyways, I'll take this first-lady any day than the Moroccan witch.

Happy weekend friends. Time to hit the Miami night life. Adios!!

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