Show Me The Market Where They Sell Husband, I Will Buy One... I have heard the question ‘are you married?’ more than the birthday wishes I receive annually. At first, I used to sheepishly answer ‘no oooo, not yet’, then I continued to ‘very soon’. After a while, I started claiming it by fire by force, claiming that the man is on his way to meet me. All these haven’tchanged the fact that some yearsdown the line, I am still not married. I have been in relationships that were good and some bad. The good ones happened when I was much younger and not ready to settle down; but the badones have taught me the lesson of a lifetime. My last one got me dishing out my money on a regular basis. All he had to do was come up with some story of being unable to carry out some projects due to some financial incapability. I was earning twice as much as he earned, would take a cab to and from his place on weekends. Sweet Lover Boy would just stand by the cab and wave me bye when he was leaving. I would cook his favourite dishes too; all he had todo was say what he wanted to eat. All these were with my very hard earned Naira. I never missed a moment to surprise him – buying gifts, calling him hourly- all because I wanted a ring on my finger. It eventually collapsed after I met his mum. Because, seemingly for no reason, she did not like me and found me not worthy of her son. It was too late to count my losses. How can I forget? He evenlost his job mid-way into our 8 months relationship and yes, the virtuous woman in Proverbs 31 would have had to contest with me if she had a face. I was fending for both son and mother. Lover boy would always complain of B if he got A and complain about D when I made sure he eventually got B. Before you start saying ‘maybe, you are not good looking’, I dare say that if it was beauty that kepta man, then Prince Charles wouldnever have left Diana. I am 5’7 and pretty. However, the men I have met after my ‘tales in hell’ relationship are either married orabout to get married. That is not a life I would want for myself. Before you also say maybe you gave too much away by cooking his meals or being generous or sympathetic, I say to you ‘how can you please the world’? The guy I dated before Sweet Lover Boy got me something new every time we met, took me to places I had only dreamed of, but I never got him anything. At apoint, he felt I was stingy. I nevercalled with my airtime despite hispurchases of same for me. When we eventually broke up, he told me to my face that I did not love him. In retrospect, I loved him, but I was with the mindset that giving a man anything would cheapen the reason of their existence. It hurt me when we broke up and then I resolved to give and give and give and give in my next relationship. Almost all of my friends and colleagues are married, and fromthe look of things, it seems like a good place to be in. The ‘my husband’, ‘my wife’ tales are good to listen to sometimes. To love and be loved is the sweetest thing that could ever happen to anyone. I desire that. In the meantime, I am where I am, fasting and praying for this man. Like couples long for a child and ache at the sight of toys or children parties, I long for an engagement ring and to splatter my wedding pictures on Facebook (whether high profile or not), I long to gist others about ‘my husband did this or said this’ (whether true or not). Until he comes, I am here, focusing on other things, movingmy life forward, being a better person every day. Technology has a bank for sperm or eggs forcouples experiencing infertility, sadly, there isn’t any for men. So, friends and colleagues, church members and distant relatives, until you show me the market where to buy one from, please stop asking me if I am married. Please say something.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 11:51:20 +0000
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