Na till Eternity?

Posted by Lola on Tuesday, August 26, 2014 in Musings, something close to funny | 16 comments

She looks so stunning today, he thought to himself. With the looks of a river goddess like those paraded at the yearly Osun-Oshogbo Festival. He knows he is lucky to have her, a real damsel she is with eyes as clear as liquid soda; teeth impeccable and as white as snow. That figure! Oh that figure!! MyMyMy, that figure!!! Every African man's dream...so full, yet so su-ccu-lent. He is happy to be called her man, who wouldn't want such a beauty?

Only that...

They have been friends for just six months though he has high hopes of taking things to the next level. He means to ask her tonight at the stadium after watching their favorite team in action.

Only that...

True, they seem to like the same recreational activities. Yeah, some compatibility in there but he has some doubts nonetheless. Carol is a natural beau, no doubt about that even in her jersey with hair undone, she looks like a million dollar bucks...see her hips sway as she sashays towards him but she seems to like a lot of things. Her zest for fun is more than he can contain sometimes.

"Hey honeybae," Carol called out, her long strides matching Dinma's as they reached out to each other for a soft peck on the cheek.

"Little missy", was Dinma's response, playfully ruffling her hair just the way she likes it. "We have to hurry now before the game starts or you wanna eat something before we hit the stadium?"

"Yeah...maybe. Some baked herb-crusted chicken with ice-cream," she smiled

"Okey dokey, let's get the lady energized for some cheering later on," Dinma winked and opened the passenger door so she could rest from standing on her newly acquired 6" Steve Madden. He made a circular move to the driver side, key in ignition, David Gray's Babylon on replay and they were good to go.

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"So how come your hair is undone? I noticed it's been this way for weeks now, you've been too busy or what?" he made a sideways glance

"We...well, not exactly,"

"So what exactly?" he asked again making his way into the mall right at the corner street before the stadium 

"I just don't have the money to buy a weave-on that would suit my face and last too"

"Hmmm...so how much will that cost" Dinma asked 

"A hundred and fifty thousand Naira. A pack is actually seventy-five and that's because I'll be buying 32" plus I'll also be needing two for a better bounce," she said excitedly with hands in her laps

And Dinma replied with derision, "wetin sef, na till eternity? I've not even finished paying for the shoe you are wearing, I got it off sis with promise to pay next month!"

Writer's note - An interesting conversation with a friend sparked off the line of thought that inspired this short story. Personally, I haven't bought a weave that expensive and it won't happen...I know someone would probably go, "it's because you don't have the money," but truly even if my bank accounts held so much with my investments scattered across the globe, I wouldn't spend such huge amount on hair! Na till eternity?

This sudden obsession and aggressively acquisitive nature of girls tire me. Almost every girl believes 'divine luxury' is for her. The money go just rain from heaven na, make you nor go work. When did women stop taking pride in earning and spending their own money? If you must buy any of those Brazilian, Peruvian, Indian, Mongolian, Malaysian, Miranda, Cambodian and all the many 'ians' weaves, by all means spend your money on them. If you find it naturally discomfiting to spend your hard-earned money on such, why bother the young man about it? 

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