In our city, style had become a language. Young men walked around with shirts unbuttoned to the last button as if the breeze was their personal blessing. Young women floated in outfits so tiny you would think fabric had suddenly become scarce in the market.

Every Saturday, the streets turned into a fashion parade, bold, loud, and sometimes just reckless.

Decency is not old-fashioned; it is dignifying. Confidence doesn’t mean revealing everything, sometimes, it means knowing there's power in mystery.

Tunde, who once thought open shirts made him appear attractive, could only switch to a crisp button-up one day. He will come to know the respect that comes with it.  Guy man na clean gentleman be game o.

If Amara, known for outfits that barely stayed in place, cound just try a different look one Sunday, a soft gown, elegant, graceful. Her beauty won’t dim, instead, it will glow. 

Fashion can be bold without being bare. Style can speak without shouting. Self-respect and class never go out of trend.

So when you're tempted to step out half-covered, half-confident, just remember me saying “Try dey cover body.”

Decency doesn’t hide beauty, it protects it and commands respect before admiration.