LEAVE THE CHARMING...JUST GIVE ME A PRINCE

 DISCLAIMER ; ALL CHARACTERS WERE MADE UP...

The pressure to get married is just too high… will I create a man that’ll fit my list by myself ? Should I turn into a desperate spinster because my parents want me to get married? What is it about marriage anyways? Is it really worth it? Those were the questions I asked mama when she called me to her usual ‘round table conference’ on this husband issue… “mother, marriage is not for everyone…I’ll be just fine”…those were my exact words before I stormed outta the living room…I am Chineye Amuzu…MD/CEO CHII Oil and Gas ltd…I am an entrepreneur…a successful one at that. I am 29 years old and will turn 30 next month. I’ve never really had luck with men. Most of them seem to be more interested in what I’ve got to offer in bed than what’s in my head… my general assumption is that all men are players…so why waste my time on the so called love when I could make millions with the same time. Next week Saturday is Annene’s wedding…my baby sister . I tried to talk her out of it but she seemed lost. Lost in what she called… love. Tufiakua… olorun maje… love my foot. I don’t believe in fairy tales…at least…not anymore. I mean, why should i? What is there to gain? I’ll just end up with a broken heart. As for me, love and marriage is a NO NO.

“UNCLE PLEASE…UNCLE PLEASE…UNCLE…UN…UNC…”…uncle wouldn’t stop. He just wouldn’t…

 Growing up, for me, was not very easy. My father died when I was eight years old. He left my poor mother with 2 daughters. I happened to be the first girl. Anny, my sister was just about 2years old at the time. Life got harder by the day, we couldn’t survive. I hawked Garri from Monday to Monday...I couldn’t go to school… The suffering just had to end. Months later, GOD sent our saviour…Aunty ronke… Aunty ronke was my mums school daughter back in Jubril martins school, Lagos. She saved us… and took me in. At the time, She was the DVC of The federal university of Technology, Owerri. She offered me an admission to study petroleum engineering… In my third year, I met Micheal.  Micheal was perfect… he had the right words…always knew what to say. Well, to cut the long story short… I lost my virginity to him. I can still remember how he held me…oh micky”… well… it dint end well after all… Then,there was yemi, Thomas, emmamuel, chidi… I can go on and on… All of them… infact, all men… lying bastards.

I lived in the staff quarters with aunty ronke for over 4years… life was good… until he showed up. I heard different stories about him. She often bored me with how romantic her husband was. How he bought her a BMW as an engagement gift. How beautiful their wedding was. In her words; “when dele comes back from Canada, you have to move to the school hostel”. Well I was really indifferent about that until I met him. The so called prince charming stood about 4ft tall…very short man. For a while, I wondered why my beautiful aunt settled for a dwarf…TAAAAAA… Uncle dele wasn’t as sweet and caring as my aunt said he was. I mean, the man nags about… just about everything… they constantly argued… the dining table arrangement even caused a fight once. No wonder she wanted me to go to my hostel…Eweeeee…where did the whole paris gist come from na? looooool… oh,I know… her dreams… where her prince charming existed. Well, if u ask me, love is for children…twsch…

Nothing really prepared me for what was gonna happen… poor aunty ronke…

MY QUESTION IS, DOES THE PERFECT MAN EXIST? WHY WAS AUNTY RONKE LYING ABOUT HER HUSBAND? DO YOU THINK I HAVE ENOUGH REASON TO DECIDE NEVER TO MARRY?

TO BE CONTINUED NEXT WEEK WEDNESDAY...