Let’s take a look at what the men have to say…
… Lady in red
Is dancing with me
Cheek to cheek
There’s nobody else
Just you and me
Where we wanna be………….
This is just an excerpt of Chris de Burgh’s classic.
You know, these fairy tales are not exclusive to you. We also dream about meeting that special girl that will mean everything to us. That special girl that will make all the heads turn when she walks into a room.
I’ve always imagine what she would look like. I just knew somehow that I’d know her once I saw her (don’t ask me how I
knew she would be in red). I’ve always been a fan of Chris DeBurgh’s classic, ‘lady in red’. My friends told me that I was a dreamer but I always believed strongly that one day I would meet my lady in red. She would be the complete epitome of a woman. A beautiful, intelligent, confident and outstanding woman. I also dreamed that our gazes would lock once we saw each other and we would feel like the only two people in a room full of people. She would immediately know that I was the one she had been searching for and I her. Who said we men are not romantic too?
And who said dreams don’t come true? My company decided to celebrate their 20th anniversary in grand style in Transcorp Hilton recently. It was a formal dinner, a tux and dinner gown kind of thing. I had that feeling that I was going to meet her there so I dressed up very carefully in my new suit bought specially for that occasion. My colleagues and I arrived on time and we took our time to enjoy the beautiful decor before people started trooping in. My company doesn’t spare any expenses when it comes to occasions like this because of the creme de la creme of the society that would be there. As expected it was a grand occasion and there was so much to eat and drink.
I didn’t see my dream lady not until later that night when I had already lost hope and I was thinking that it was just not my day. I saw her walk into the hall, looking so beautiful in a red dress (just like I had imagined) and smiling sweetly at something her friend had said. At first she seemed unsure of herself as if she wanted to turn back and leave but then she saw me looking at her. Our gazes locked and the moment seemed frozen, as if an extra minute was added to time. Then she smiled at me and started walking over to me. Imagine my excitement as I realized that my dream was finally coming to pass. There she was before my very eyes, as beautiful as an angel, confident, sexy and turning the heads of all the men. Then she stood before me and winked at me. I said the first thing that came into my head, “You’re beautiful.”
She said thank you and smiled again so I asked her if we could go somewhere and talk. “Sure,” she said, “All night?”
I smiled and said, “If that’s okay by you.”
The smile disappeared from her face as she seemed to be thinking. Then she said “Ok, but that will cost you extra oh. Ordinarily it would be 10k but it’s 50k for all night”.
Please don’t laugh at me. What do you think I should have done?
Ladies…. how far are we willing to go to look good? Fake hair, false nails, false eyelashes, fake boobs, false this, fake that, fake…fake…fake. Who are we doing all these for, the men? Here’s a man’s opinion on our overwhelming falseness. Enjoy!
I can still remember the look on her face the moment I stumbled into her room that evening unannounced and saw her quickly put something that looked like boobs made with foam inside a bag. I was short of words when I looked at her and realized that something was radically different in her chest region. She was no longer busty but almost flat chested. Where went the big boobs? I wondered silently, as she stood staring at me and not making any attempt to hide anything anymore. There are many girls like Temi (that’s the name of the girl), who can go any length to look their best, only to end up looking like a caricature of themselves or even like newspaper cartoons.
Talking about ‘fake’ which girl is real nowadays? Everything about most girls now is fake. From the false eye lashes, to the Brazilian hair, from the false nails to their enhanced lips, boobs and booty. I can’t even understand why these girls have to endure the pains of injections or go under the knife in the name of plastic surgeries just to look beautiful. To even consider the fact that this may be someone’s real hair gives me the creeps? What if it is a dead persons hair? They are no longer satisfied with their natural looks. In fact, telling a girl that you like it when she looks natural is almost akin to telling her that she’s ugly. A girl once told me that I was only telling her that I like it when she looks natural because I’m stingy and I don’t want to spend money on her. Can you believe that? Some even pay in installments or starve themselves just to buy Brazilian weave-on to fix. Something that is worth more than 50 bags of cement. I mean, think of it…. I can actually start up a building project with the same money she will use to buy fake hair.
Go to our university campuses today, you will find many girls like that. You begin to wonder if they are in school to study or what. From head to toe, everything is fake. Their artificial looks are even more precious to them than their books. As you see them fixing this and that and spending more time in the salon and in front of the mirror than they spend in the class or with their books just to look good. The funny thing is most of them depend on their boyfriends or sugar daddies to buy all these things.
What happened to being ‘black’ and proud? What happened to natural beauty? What happened to being confident in your looks? What happened to being proud of your colour and natural features? Why spend thousands of naira just to look fake rather than beautiful? From bleaching, they are now into botox, artificial boobs and fake eye lashes like that of Goldie on big brother stargame show. And we also have those who now do tattoos on their arms and bum bums as well. You can imagine what our girls are turning into. They want to look more foreign than the oyibos. Then when it is time to go to bed at night, the fake boobs come off, the heavy make up comes off, the fake booty, expensive hair and in the end, they become something totally different and ‘ugly’.
Tell me, are these girls for real? I have to ask, who are you trying to impress? If you succeed in altering yourself to look beautiful and you end up looking too artificial, who do you think will want to walk up to you and say hello? We men want to see the real you. We want to wake up in the morning and not scream in fright, wondering if our nightmare materialized and lay beside us at night. We want to know that you are happy and confident in who you are. Don’t get me wrong. I love it when a woman looks beautiful and attractive. I’m not against using make-up to enhance beauty. What I don’t like is the ‘plastic’ look most girls are going for now. So tell me, are they for real?
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As she walked down the aisle with slow unhurried steps, I had eyes only for my beautiful Nerrissa. Of course she was the most beautiful woman in the hall, the only lady in a white dress. I had always dreamed of getting married to a tall, fair, attractive girl with an hour glass figure that would be the envy of all my friends (and boy could I see the envy in their eyes ***winks). I saw the way they all looked at her whenever she walked into a room. Nerissa’s honey coloured cat eyes would light up in excitement and I knew it was for only me. She was perfect in my eyes, had always been, from the very first time I set eyes on her a month ago. I didn’t need anybody to tell me that my dreams had finally become a reality. I seized the opportunity and approached her right away, took her home to my parents and initiated the wedding process all in two weeks.
As the Rev. Father said the wedding mass, I shook my feet impatiently, wishing that the old man would get it over with so I could take my beautiful wife home. I stole a glance at my mother-in-law. She had been so excited the first time I met her. Wait oh…was that pity I saw in her eyes just now? Instinctively I looked at my father in law. Our eyes caught and the older man quickly shifted his eyes away, looking everywhere but at my face. The same curious look was on Nerissa’s brother’s face and even her two sisters, that look of pity. Something was definitely going on. I turned to Jim, my best man who only came back from US the night before just to attend my wedding, hoping to at least see one supportive look. Ah! it was even worse. Jim had his face down and…was that a look of shame on his face? Almost everybody else looked at me with eyes of pity. It was as if I could almost hear them say, ‘oh, poor him…’.
That was the moment the Priest said ‘does anybody have any reason why these two should not be joined together in holy matrimony’. Nerissa was still smiling, looking as resplendent as ever. However that smile was wiped off her face when I raised my hands and said, ‘excuse me father’. The priest adjusted his glasses in surprise. ‘I want to ask everybody here a question but first I will ask Nerissa.’ I cleared my throat and continued ‘Is there anything I need to know before we tie the knot?’ She shrugged and looked at me in surprise.
A few moments passed and I was beginning to think I was just being paranoid when Nerissa’s uncle stood up in the crowd. ‘Let us tell this young man the truth. This is not right.’ Nerissa’s mother tried to pull him to sit down but he continued. ‘Why must we do this to such a nice young man like Joe? I have told you people that we have to find a solution for Nerissa’s problem. Joe, she is not what you think she is. She is a nymphomaniac. Ask your friend, Jim what happened last night. Almost all the other men here have a story to tell about Nerissa. It is a pity that you were in such a hurry to marry her and you didn’t ask questions first.’
I felt as though the roof had just crashed on my head. Jim had his face down in shame. He couldn’t even look at me. By now, Nerissa was not smiling anymore. Her face was contorted with rage and she rushed at her uncle, grabbed his neck and began to choke him. To my surprise, nobody could pull her away. They were screaming and begging her. It took five hefty guys to pry her hand away from her uncle who was now gasping for breath. I did the sign of the cross and quietly sneaked away. God had just delivered me from a lifetime of misery.
‘As a jewel of gold in a pig’s mouth, so is a beautiful woman that has no discretion’. Proverbs 11:22
I saw the light on her face. It spread across slowly from one corner to the other. It sparkled more than a million diamonds. I wasn’t sure how but I saw a prism reflecting that luminescence, a rainbow of the most exotic colours in her eyes. She coloured my world in that instant, replacing the dark, grey hues with bubbles of positivity and hope. Her eyes crinkled at the corners, like she shared a secret with the rays of the fading sun that slightly grazed her cheeks. I saw the dimples deepen like a fountain sculpted by the world’s greatest sculptor. Her nose flared as if she had smelled the loveliest fragrance from the gentle evening breeze. In that instant I knew I had seen an angel. A real life angel that fully embodied beauty and grace.
It was on a busy walkway in Wuse. It was but a moment in time. As usual people thronged the street, hurrying to meet up with the never ending shadows. Nobody knew that I had just lost my job. No one saw the dusty coat and bent shoulders of a man who saw no hope for tomorrow. She walked by. She looked at my face, looked me in the eyes like she truly saw my heart through my eyes, she smiled and walked on by. I wasn’t sure how she did it, in that swift moment she had swept away my pain. My shoulders were drooped like the weight of the whole world rested on it. In my hopeless, dejected state, I felt like she had reached out to me with invisible hands and pulled me to stand upright. Such was the power of that smile. I truly believe I saw an angel that day.