In the course of my over 27
years on earth, love has been unnecessarily difficult, it has always been a
business venture. A game which involves the players bringing what they can
offer to the table after which agreements are made. It’s a game where all the players
flaunt perfection, their strengths and hide their weaknesses.
Love has been duly exploited
as loophole through which unsuspecting victims are ripped of their earnings.
True love has become a commodity that is sold at A-list shopping malls. Love is
only beautiful in songs and in movies. The actors and the music artistes create
works to appeal to the minds of the audience but deep inside, their actions are
not real to them.
My relocation to Lagos gave
me a bitter taste of the highly monetized love system, with the female players
playing the role of the Central Bank of Nigeria. They set absurd rules in a
relationship that is fast becoming a financial system some ladies make a career
out of. It’s so appalling that only your pay slip or your bank statements could
unlock the hearts of the beautiful ones. They mostly make enquiries about your
job like they have a better option for you. This confirms the popular statement
"Every woman is a prostitute, the
only major different is the location they all stand''
I hate to apply that
statement or debate on its validity due to my respect for women. But we can't
sideline the elements of truth contained in the statement. Every man ends up
gaining access to the woman's honey-pot by paying in cash or kind. Some pay
through lies by giving her an assurance of a future far from the liars. Respect
to every woman reading this, regardless of the prevailing circumstances that
could have ruined the image of the Nigerian women, every woman is a goddess.
On this note, I have so much
respect for the resilient Nigerian ladies striving hard to take place of men in
the society by being independent financially. Several may never achieve those
aims but they are making an encouraging statement. I salute every Nigerian
woman giving a chance to amateur footballers and fielding them on a world class
stadium to see what they can offer. I have so much respect for that special lady
nursing that diamond in the dirt. Cleaning it fervently and hoping it would
shine as well as be a great and lucrative asset that would bail-out her family
from the enclaves of poverty. These sets of people will be forever respected by
the men till their dying days. Cristiano Ronaldo will forever be grateful to
Manchester United for giving him a pedestal to shine, such as Thierry Henry
will forever have Arsenal in his hearts and Gareth Bale would forever sing the
songs of Southampton Football club where he kick-started his career.
I am of the conservative
belief that people hardly change. The attraction for financial benefits over
behavioural attributes or futuristic gains has been preached in Churches,
movies and in tales by aged people. We all enjoy the climax of the story and
ignore the reality of it. It’s very difficult to change the perception of
people. Men are beginning to strongly imbibe strong financial considerations in
making their choice of relationships. No man wants to marry a woman who will be
just a good money spender. My friend's father said love is beautiful and powerful
but the sad thing is that love can never prepare a soup. That is really blunt
and truthful. It buttresses the emptiness and lameness of love without money.
Love is now a highly priced
commodity at the market place only accessible to buyers with the required
financial base.
During my lonely moments, I
thought about visiting my village to pay the bride price of one local and
unexposed village girl to take her as my wife. At least she will save me the
pains of spending my life savings on the marriage ceremony and honeymoon abroad
as desired by the educated female folks. Then again, I thought about the menace
of vicious village men that could go as far as demanding for the head of
President Muhammadu Buhari as the bride price of their daughter especially if
she is beautiful and endowed. You can't underrate them too, they are civilised
in a backward manner.
On an ending note, I will
like to talk about my personal life. On the 20th of September, 2015, someone fell
in love with me for reasons I am yet to ascertain. She fits the picture the woman
I have always pictured in my dreams. I knew deep inside of me that life could
never be nice enough present a vivid image of such a lady to me in reality. I
mean a very tall, light-skinned, beautiful, clean, soft-spoken, financially-independent
and loving lady who will be so excited about me despite my unqualified nature. I
mean someone that will look above my shortcomings and embrace me.
In my first week in Festac,
Lagos, I met this cousin of my housemate that matched that description. I was
killed by my imaginations when I accidentally opened the gate for her thinking
I knew who was knocking the gate. On seeing her, I smiled to myself saying ''only in your dreams'' She was just too
perfect for my liking. As fate will have it, we met again at a surprise
birthday party her friends threw for her at Elegushi beach on the 20th of
September. It appeared she liked me. On the 26th of September we were already
in each others' arms. I don't want to face reality right now. I don't want to
see the loopholes in this union. We are still strange to each other and the
feeling of being with her makes me sleep well at night.
I am like happy fool right
now but I so love the feeling. I can perceive a lot of dead aspects in my life
coming to life. Being with her is magical. It’s all I crave for currently and
if you are reading this, I urge you to pray for me. I just want to be happy; I
am fed up being with ladies I am unconnected to.
Thanks for sharing my
thoughts with me. I am the Village TownCrier!
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