Mirror, mirror on the Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall... Who am I?

Tuesday 13 March 2012

Don't Judge Me!


Anger swelled inside as she spoke, I wanted to slap her, how dare she! How dare she advise me! She knows nothing of my situation yet she has the audacity to tell me dating a married man is wrong!
What does she know? Was she there when I had to struggle with a single mum all the way through uni? Was she there when I was suffering with 1 meal a day? When I asked her for 10k did she give me? Hiss! Now she’s telling me I shouldn’t be with Kunle.
I looked at her with fiery balls as eyes, wanted to yell “get out” but spoke calmly “Tosin, thanks for your concern but I don’t think you should be giving me advice or correcting me. You’ve never been in a relationship so you would not understand what I am going through, you can’t help who you fall in love with”. “A married man?  That’s your choice?” she said. “We are in love Tosin and there’s nothing that can be done about it, he’s having a hard time at home and I’m the only person he can turn to” “so what should happen to his wife? What if you were in her shoes?” “I will never be in her shoes because she does not know how to treat her husband” I retorted. “You know what, lets drop the issue” “I’ve heard you” she said. “Just remember sha, there’s a proverb which says The broom that swept out the housewife from her matrimonial home is the same broom that will sweep out the concubine”.  I didn’t say a word and that was because Kunle drove in at that moment. She’s very lucky he did because I was ready to give her a piece of my mind.
Annoyingly, that’s all I could think of while in the car- her self-righteous words, as if she‘s better than me. She has forgotten the time she almost cheated in that test or the time she almost dated Fred! If I didn’t tell her he was with Remi!  She would have and she and Fred were even close to marriage! Hiss! “Sugar, are you okay?” “I’m fine o, just thinking”.  “What’s my baby thinking about?” “Stuff o! My friend just annoyed me… its nothing really”. The car fell silent. He pinched my chin to get a smile, I usually like that but I was just upset that my best friend would say such a thing. I mean she should understand now. How many times have I told her the story!
My father left us when I was very young! It was just my sister and my mum who wasn’t working at the time. She got pregnant for me at an early age so could not finish her education. My father promised he would always be there for her, he kept part of it by marrying her but anytime she wanted to start a trade or finish her education he would tell her it wasn’t necessary that his income was sufficient. Then one day he packed his bags, said he was travelling to Abuja for a business meeting and was never seen again.
Imagine how distraught my mum was, I was barely 5 and my sister was just 3 years old! Heartless wicked man! I can never forgive him! He put my mother through so much pain! Thank God she had the strength to put her life together! At least she knew how to sew so opened a little shop and that’s how we’ve been managing. I promised myself I would do all I can to help my mother, now God has sent Kunle who gives me money from time to time and somebody is telling me it’s wrong? Hiss!
It is my right! I am a woman ahan! I deserve to be petted and lavished with gifts! It’s not as if I went to meet him ahan! I was jejely on my own when we met so please Tosin should mind her business!
He took me for ice-cream because he said he didn’t like how I looked, how sweet of him! (Such a gentleman!) I decided to leave my thinking aside and start a conversation, I even felt better after the sweet strawberry flavour had cooled the heat on my tongue “how’s your wife?” “She’s okay; she’s still the same sha, always nagging! Pay this pay that! I’m tired of her! At least when I’m with you I feel better” he said while brushing his hand on my face. “So beautiful”, I blushed “thank you”. After that he took me shopping, gave me cash then dropped me home. I felt much better and even forgot about our argument.
While I was sorting out my new clothes my mum came in.  “ahan, where did you get these clothes from? Hope you’re not using your school fees money o!” “Haha!   Relax mummy, my friend got them for me” “hmm… nawa for this friend, this famous friend I haven’t met that buys you phone and clothes! We cannot afford that kind of friend o! Before she will think you can buy her iPod for present! Let her know who we are o!” I laughed at the thought that she assumed it was a girl “haha mummy, she knows don’t worry” “sigh, my dear, wish I could even afford to make it possible for you to do that, such friends are treasures and you should also be able to show gratitude, at least be a good friend to her sha” I chuckled then smiled “sigh, if only I finished school. It’s your father o! Told me I’ll be fine, (tears ran down her cheeks) said I should not worry then ran away with one small girl! Imagine that, said it was business trip found out was secretary! Sigh, such is life”. She left the room sniffing…..



I said nothing. 

Saturday 3 March 2012

The Ticking Clock

The crappy alarm woke me up! I was irritated it did so I put it off and crept back to bed.
I tried to think myself to sleep then I remembered today was different- it was my birthday!
I was about to jump out of bed then I remembered I had added an extra year into my life L

I’m 24, a year older and closer to the grave. Sounds depressing (lol), but true. Sad, I thought, I’m just getting old, not a nice thought to start the day.
I sat on my bed thinking of how far I had gone in life. I missed my teenage years;

I remembered my 16th birthday where my friends and I went out to lunch, it was a Saturday! We hung out all day laughing and singing in a mini bus!  After lunch we went shopping then for a party, my best friend also stayed and we had a wonderful sleep over!
I remembered my 21st birthday where I had a lovely surprise birthday party! I had planned to take my friends out at the weekend but my sisters had something else in mind. On the day, they took me shopping then suggested I go with them to lunch and when I got there I saw a group of people who screamed “Happy Birthday”! Most of them wore purple (my favourite colour). We also went bowling and had drinks afterwards.
I began to miss my youth. It was so easy then; to get into trouble and get away with it, the thrill of rebellion and doing stupid things. Knowing that you did not need to bother about anything in particular and all you had to do was say the word and you get almost everything you wanted.
Then, we all wanted to be treated like adults! We wanted to wear heels and make up, have boyfriends and cars- you were cool if you had one and you were also cool if you acted 21 even if you were 16. We had no real issues but wanted some, provoked petty disputes and worried about things that were very unnecessary.
Now I wished I had those kinds of issues instead of having to think of rent, petrol, electricity and phone bills or having to listen to long ear aching words and questions on relationships and marriage like there’s a cut off age for that!
Sigh, I felt like sleeping all day just to dream away my thoughts or better still go back in time to when I was younger and prettier, very soon I’d become 60 and have wrinkles and a walking stick!
At that moment I received a call from a friend of mine, “happy birthday sweetheart, have fun o!”  Talking to her made me light up! Then I heard a knock on the door “special delivery!” I received a bouquet of flowers, another delivery came and I got a spa set and chocolates! My heart lit up and I felt sparkly and bubbly!
I then realized my morbid thoughts made me ungrateful, there I was moping about my age while people were trying to make me happy, one would think I was 90 in an old people’s home!
Yes, I was growing older but also closer to new opportunities, meeting new people and creating a wonderful family of my own! There was so much to look forward to. I did miss my teenage years but I had many more years to come!
I realised that life is what you make of it. If I could stop time in order to stay younger, I won’t be giving the younger ones a chance to grow and enjoy being young and I would also be wasting precious minutes I would never get back. I also realized that every stage in life has its joys, at 16 we wanted to act 21 because we admired the “joys” of being 21 so I’m pretty sure I would like the joys of being 24!
I decided to forget about all the horrible thoughts lined up in my head and focus on the wonderful day called my birthday! So I took a bath, wore a pretty dress and got ready for whatever the day had in store for me, and guess what? I had another surprise birthday party!

We worry so much about our age. We feel we are so old and become ugly or inadequate once we leave our teens or 20s. Life is much more than that.  

Age is nothing but a number (in this aspect anyway) and we can make the best of each stage of our lives by living it to the fullest! we could be happy! and true happiness comes from doing the right thing and achieving the goals we set. When each stage is well lived and  our time on Earth almost spent, we could sit back in our rocking chair, smoking a pipe or carrying a grandchild, look ahead and confidently agree that  we've lived a good life!