This may sound like a catharsis of sorts. Don’t see it as such. It’s more or less a growing experience or inexperience of a young man. A very young man. I like the sound the thought of being young makes in my head. Like it can be literally true and I can return to my years of childhood indifference to life.
In that vein of young experiences, life has dealt me several blows. You can stop sighing now. Or yawning if that’s what you do. Of course, I know that’s a clichéd expression. Even I have heard it one too many times for it to hold water anymore in any rational discourse.
Along this line of thought therefore, I’m not going to hoodwink you with some boring rendition of how life can be difficult and all those “be sorry for me” stories. In fact, I think life has been fair to me save some hiccups. At least, I’m yet to lose a dad, mum, brother or sister.
You see, I have always regarded myself as gangster so I doubt if I’d shed any tear in the event of loss of a loved one. But then, we don’t fully know who we are until something brings it out.
I remember a particular situation in which I had lost a not too close relative staying with us while I was at my cousins. The other cousin who broke the news to me thought I’d be so sad with teary eyes. He sat there really trying to console me. I remember I had to fake some tears. I was only 14 at the time.
I only remember shedding tears just on one occasion in my adult years. So yes, life has been fair. Moreover, I’m not terminally ill yet. But I can’t assure you that there is no cancer lying morbid somewhere waiting to inflict life’s terror on my enemy. LMAO.I love sarcasm. It works wonders especially where personal experiences and constructs abound.
In that vein of personal experiences, drama in my life seems almost unbounded as much as I try to stay away. To be honest, I secretly relish dramas that make me laugh. You see, I’m not exactly your naturally happy person so I need a dose of occasional drama to keep my laughter juices flowing.
In fact, sometimes I tap into other people’s drama just to stay entertained. I like office drama most especially. At a distance of course, I never get involved. They are the best comic relief ever. Nothing can be as entertaining as a group of about ten people jostling for the same position and not one of them clinching it.The strategizing, the politicking, the ass kissing. I sometimes just don’t get it.
Let me save you one trouble. You see, I’m not married yet although I look as married as Baba Risi. It gets worse when I wear a traditional buba and sokoto. I wear that more now just to make people bend their heads in reverence. It’s happened a few times and I loved the feeling. Don’t blame me.
I had once been harassed by an interviewer who thought I looked old enough to have at least two kids. I quickly reiterated my age and how unmarried I was. Fast forward three more interviews and I got the job. Yeye man questioning my young-man-liness.
However, I figured that drama in my life might get worse when I do get married. What with several mothers- and fathers-in-law to deal with, drama is bound to happen. If you are a Yoruba person, you would know that your husband’s mother isn’t the only mother-in-law you have. “Iya Oko mi” and “Ana mi” things.
There should be a law somewhere to protect newlyweds from this kind of wahala. This is the type of laws our stupid lawmakers should enact. Lol. And not pseudo-probing Stella Oduah for purchasing bullet proof BMW cars to save herself from her own bullets.
Forget the title to this post. I just needed a title to make you read it. But truth be said, I am hardheaded and I seem to always attract the same quality in the women I date. And believe me, in recent times, I have met my match(es).
Merry Christmas in advance. Personally, I really want a beautiful Christmas. I hope we all get one.
Foye.