STILL WAITING FOR MR RIGHT
Even before we completed
university, Naki’s indescribable prettiness and awesome cleverness had secured her
a job in one of Ghana’s leading mining companies. Indeed, she was a real definition
of beauty; not make-up fanatic, but her countenance shone like a polished chrysolyte
with her favourite yellow colours, always making beam like a platinum.
To be walking with such a lady to lectures, chatting and enjoying her uninterrupted smiles,
for us(Capacity, Suberu and I), gave us the-feel-good factor; and earnestly she was the kind of girl
all of us coveted at a point. It was revealing when we
gathered one afternoon to confess in nostalgic stupidity, how we have secretly tried
to win her heart.
Naki had the
habit of smiling with anyone she met -real broad smiles. Obviously she was aware
that she had very beautiful teeth that sparkled so white, with the colour of
her eyes as white as the meat of a coconut- and that sent tons of
miscommunication to most guys, including myself. So one day I misinterpreted
her excessive smiles as love, and I mistakenly proposed to her. Nine
years down the line- I am celebrating my 5th wedding anniversary with three
beautiful daughters. Naki’s still not responded to my proposal? Hmm!!
One day, " boys boys" met and started confessing our romantic stupidity
Five other men,
socially effective, physically manly with financial stamina, came knocking on
the door of her heart. But she politely turned them down. We were worriedly alarmed by her practice of
perfectionism. We tried to find out the meaning of Mr. Right by Naki’s definition.
“Well. When I see him, I will see him”. She told us.
Its been nine years, and age is no
longer having mercy on our “former crush”.
Naki turned 37 last week. She looked
beaten by life. All the features that made us stupid in time past seem to be
fading gradually. She’d just come out of a relationship with a Casanova who was
secretly married with kids. She walked
up to us, and confessedly spat out her regret for rejecting us.
“Now, only
married men are interested in me”. She spoke- this time, economizing her smiles
Her grandiloquent
fairy tale birthday parties now seem to be falling apart; O, how we admired her
for her fun –laden, classy parties with exceptional venues. Just dream of black barbecues,
coconut countdown, fish fiesta and appetizing waakye you had them at no cost.
So, now, I ask.
Why do physically attractive girls sometimes
tend to make nonsense of proposals from men? Is it the case of being too careful not to
fall as prey to opportunistic guys; or romantic
selectivism takes the better part of them? Superiority complex? When a
woman says she is waiting for Mr. Right, what does she mean? Keep your thoughts
coming?
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