Yo!! Its Teebabsy
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Hi guys, well i haven’t written in a while and i know that my darling faithfuls are really mad at me, I apologise.
Well today, i have this issue that i would like us to discuss. Yup, discussion, meaning at the end of this post, you use the comment box to express you.
Its amazing how things come to be. How you figure out how your life, day or week would go and with the most annoying twist of fate, everything comes undone.
You know, you wake up in the morning, plan that you would finally finish that paper you have been working on, go out with your friends and get home in time for the match.
Eventually, you don’t only not fail to finish writing the paper, your phone miraculously dies on the road, on your way to meet up your friends, and you cant get them to find out where they are.
Frustrated, you decide to return home to console yourself with good football and you get stuck in a stand still lagos traffic! Makes you wonder who you have offended.
However lets also note that there are days that just become good without us even trying. The days that make you feel like you are in the VIP list of life.
With this as my premise, i come down to the matter. We ALL, especially if you are a girl with access to civilisation.
In fact, even if you live in a cave and the nearest thing you have to a television is your reflection in the pond, or you watch “TV” on electronic billboards, and those of you that use twitter as your television, copying and pasting peoples comments of different shows.
All of us, all girls have at one point in their life or are at the moment or are perpetually imaging and figuring out the kind of man they want to date.
We have already decided how we want him to behave, how we want him to treat us around our friends, how much we want him to spend on us weekly, where we want him to take us to, the getaway weekends in different countries, his complexion, height, body mass index, EVERYTHING!
We have our Prince Charming (that Charming name though, I don’t know the retard that thought it up, cause some niggas can’t be charming no matter what!) He is all thought out and everything a girl wants is in him.
We begin to look towards it, and for some of us, we work towards getting “Mr. The One.” We go to all the places we expect to meet our Mr. The One, we plan and wear all the kind of clothes that attract The One.
I digress at this juncture, some of us dress up in different coloured uniforms and expect to attract a lawyer with a six figure salary, my dear, let me tell you in easy terms, YOU ARE JONZING!!!!
The only thing you will attract with that kind of combination of rags is all those #20-bribe-collecting Police men on the road. Those are the ones that will come after you. I’m telling you now!
I return. We watch all those movies and read all those books with funny titles;
” 1000 ways to find and keep your dream man”.
We even decide to forfeit the normal way that nature has intended for us to, think and begin to act like a lady and think like a man, so much so that we become full grown men in short dresses and heels.
We eat right, talk right, use the right pitch for laughing, so that we don’t sound like a retarded seal. Okada, our beloved most preferred mode of transportation, becomes prohibited for us between the hours of 6am to 11:30pm.
In fact, to make sure our work is foolproof and to fortify it against all the witches in the village, we take the matter to the Lord in prayer. Attending all singles meeting with the list in our bag, to cross check the men there.
Some of us even take it a little bit further by increasing our offerings and adding a note in the envelope that reads,
” Dear God, I have increased my offering, Please look at my list and send my man to me”.
All in a bid to get this The One dude.
With all these preparations and hard work, fate STILL brings on its twisted sense of humour. You say you are looking for a Yoruba, tall and dark man, that has no “H” factor, and you get a short and fair Ibo man, with a thick “Nna” accent!
Trust me, I have been in these shoes, I had a picture perfect frame and standard for my kind of man. From his looks to his job, to his age, to the amount he makes per year, to the family he should from, to his favourite colour, to how much he should adore me!
I had it all figured out, but it seems I just could never get him. Everybody around me, seemed to have the kind of man that I wanted, he just wasn’t coming to me.
Every guy that came, didn’t meet up and the ones that where close to perfection had major flaws.
I know many of us, girls and boys alike, are in this fix. Its very frustrating and very confusing. Worse still if you are a girl, and you decide to scamper through every fibre of man that you come across in your bid to find the perfect man, you are automatically termed a whore.
You become a two-bit bitch, who doesn’t know what she wants. Reminds me of a post, Bitch or Misunderstood.
What do we do?! How do we solve these? Do we have to settle for less than what we want for our lives? Do we just take whatever life tosses at us? Is there anything wrong in having standards and sticking to them?
If the standards are too high, how come others get people that fit? There are 1000 unanswered hip hop questions running through our minds.
Hit us up on the comment box, tell me what you think. If you can relate to this post, feel free to drop your own perspective.
As for me, I decided to let myself go. I might not have found what I want, but I have found what i need. I might not have found “Mr. ‘ready-made’ Perfect”, but I have found a plain canvass with whom I can draw out a beautiful perfect life.
I do not know if he is for the moment or the long haul, but all I know is I have found something that I wont trade for anything else.
I have found my imperfect reflection and I am comfortable with all the rough curves and edges.
However this post is not about me, its about you! You know the drill, Use the comment box to express you! See you on the flip side.
With Sugary Love…