So here I was five failed relationships after, sitting at this bar alone in my soul. Across my table were three fellow romantically-deprived people, a married man, and a girl who for convenience sake I would refer to as 'a lady of easy virtue'.
We had somehow found a way to always meet at this bar every Friday night to perhaps celebrate the only one true relationship we have been able to keep long enough. Alcohol.
Usually the de-facto conversations always bothered on politics and socio-economic anomalies but today I had decided to deviate into the less talked about issues amongst men- Love (or the lack of it). What point as there in discussing all the politics in the world and thereafter retiring to your room and sleeping with severe emotional trauma with Celine Dion playing at the background?
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"There are no more good girls jare! The ones we have now are only just for manage" Segun said as if intended to justify my loneliness.
"Let me tell you it is not your fault, all the good girls are married. These days you just have to manage the girls you see o!" he confirmed my earlier assumptions.
"Segun keep quiet jare, so you mean all my sisters are not marriage-worthy? Abeg you like to generalize a lot... At least give credence to the few good ones out there, he just have not looked well enough"...John quipped in.
John is very sensitive about family values. Being the only boy in a house of 5 girls, at 29 he still lives with his parents and sisters and does not have a girlfriend also.
"Ah!! See wahala o. Oya no vex give one of your sisters to him to marry na" Segun sarcastically retorted.
I was afraid my genuine attempt at a worthwhile research could soon become carelessly lost in a selfish shouting match, so I quickly tried to intervene.
"But people are having healthy relationships, and they always look happy outside. There must really be some good girl out there for me" I stated trying to reassure myself and assert my point by raising my voice.
Slowly dropping his glass cup from his mouth, Nnamdi, who had been busy having a sinister discussion with the lady, (perhaps to be truthfully brutal, the prostitute) looked our way. There might have been a problem getting to a consensus about the prevailing one-night rate with her but he seemed to have efficiently sorted that out now and had our attention and also the girl seemed pleased.
"Let me tell you, everybody has romance problems. The ones who come out looking very serious faced like they were never interested in love, spend their quiet time listening to Adele or some other psychosomatic music thinking of what could have been and eternally wishing they had someone to call their own."
"Everybody needs someone to be with my friends, there is no one that is faultless we only have to accept the faults of the other person. Or you want to wait for angels to marry? We are not machines"
"Essentially it is necessary to find someone who is your friend, if a relationship was motivated by carnal emotions and sex-based infatuations, the moment you are not horny, your partner automatically begins to irritate you."
Of course looking at this married man (who was going to cheat on his wife soon with a prostitute) talk about fault did not quite help his argument very much. But I somewhat had an idea though...
"Well you don't expect me to marry a whore also..." ...Segun chipped in, much to the dismay of the only female company on our table. She sneered and turned away in mock defiance.
This wasn't going anywhere?
"The truth is that we find love in the most unusual places and when you do hold on to it" nnamdi continued, taking a swill from his drink.
"You have to learn to trust, trust is perhaps the single biggest factor in making relationships work or fail. You must understand your partner and ensure that you do not let infantile emotions deny you of true happiness” Nnamdi added.
"Me I know my problem, no be any trust issue at all, na one of my previous gehfren dey worry me and i suspect Nkechi!"
"Even all the gehs wen i don programme for facebook and blackberry sef no com gree my own again. That one na that Cynthia geh i blame! If she nor go dey do yeye runs enter wahala person for fit still get hope"...
"Show some respect to the dead please. No one can absolutely prove she was a runs girl abeg" surprisingly the hitherto quiet 'girl of easy virtue' declared.
"Even my boyfriend agrees with me on that point"....she further stressed On my way home later that night i could not quite come to terms with how unfair this world had become, so the harlot has a boyfriend and me who has suffered undue chastity for a not-to-be-disclosed period remains lonely?
-Sylvester Awenlimobor
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