Tenderly she pulled him to herself hooking her soft arm around his arm like he was going to fly away if she hadn’t. I could see that her smile was reignited when her eyes caught his own, her beautiful rare black eye lens dilated as they pierced into his brown eyes.
‘how romantic’ I should have thought but instead I hissed silently and beckoned that they made haste towards the car that was waiting for its driver to hop in and take charge.
Why had I hissed? Was I envious of their love? ‘oh no’ I replied myself. I was disgusted, quite disgusted. It wasn’t because my best friend had herself all wrapped around this man; no it was because this BEAUTY had herself entangled in this beast’s world.
He headed towards his Camry 2.4x1 opening the car door for his fiancée and leaving me to deal with mine. She blushed quietly whispering a soft ‘thank you’.uggh…
I had watched them perform this ritual for more than a year now and I had been checking my watch waiting for a time when his feeble hands would grow weary and he would have to realign himself to do what every typical African man would do ‘mind his own door’ but this man never got tired of showing even the slightest act of courtesy.
I took a very good look at this young man whom my friend had fallen heads over heels in love with but there was nothing good looking about him. His head looked like the map of Nigeria ( honestly), his eyes were bulging out like they would soon fallout and just below it was a nose that looked like a light bulb only with rough edges. He was short and gosh…that mole…a big mole positioned itself on his left cheek.
I shook my head in pity, poor Beatrice! What had she seen in him? Love couldn’t have been this blind. She was so beautiful and he was so otherwise. Had she not seen the good looking ones the ones who were tall dark and handsome (TDH), with captivating smiles and Oooh…heart melting voices. Had they not approached her?
Well, I have met them. I have met millions of those kinds of men. But most had the looks but lacked character or as my pastor would say ‘charisma but no character’. They had the charms strong enough to advertise God’s craftiness but their attitudes displayed the devils handiwork. men who were arrogant, liars and thieves.yes! they would steal a poor girls heart with their sugarcoated words and laugh as they smothered it to pieces with their feet.
Okay! Kathy, be nice. Don’t take this personally. Honestly, I have seen things oh, I have. Just last week my friends literally formed a club ‘FIGHT AGAINST HEARTBREAKERS’. They gathered together to talk about the havoc so-called ‘fineboys’ had caused in their lives. Talk about broken sisters. I couldn’t dare to talk (mine was nothing compared to theirs)
It got me thinking, maybe there was something Beatrice was seeing in this beast afterall. Something I wasn’t seeing because I was more into the physical. It wasn’t about his looks or his carriage and it sure wasn’t because he wasn’t attractive, cos I know ugly guys with ugly personalities. Here was a man who had not abandoned even the most unnoticeable acts of courtesy towards his lady. I appreciate courteous men, they are very rare species of men in Africa (they make any lady feel special). This man was responsible matured in his thinking, had serious fashion sense to cover up his flaws. He had no problem saying the three magical words ‘PLEASE, SORRY and THANK YOU’. A man of his words, of God and a man who had a special way with his lady.
Guess I can go on and on and on about him but he isn’t my man so I have to lock up. I can’t wait for their wedding next month. Beatrice is heads over heel in love with this man who also is. Well who can blame her she doesn’t deny that he looks like a beast but just like the fairy tale she has fallen in love with the beauty that lies within the beast…that inward beauty…just like in the story BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
‘how romantic’ I should have thought but instead I hissed silently and beckoned that they made haste towards the car that was waiting for its driver to hop in and take charge.
Why had I hissed? Was I envious of their love? ‘oh no’ I replied myself. I was disgusted, quite disgusted. It wasn’t because my best friend had herself all wrapped around this man; no it was because this BEAUTY had herself entangled in this beast’s world.
He headed towards his Camry 2.4x1 opening the car door for his fiancée and leaving me to deal with mine. She blushed quietly whispering a soft ‘thank you’.uggh…
I had watched them perform this ritual for more than a year now and I had been checking my watch waiting for a time when his feeble hands would grow weary and he would have to realign himself to do what every typical African man would do ‘mind his own door’ but this man never got tired of showing even the slightest act of courtesy.
I took a very good look at this young man whom my friend had fallen heads over heels in love with but there was nothing good looking about him. His head looked like the map of Nigeria ( honestly), his eyes were bulging out like they would soon fallout and just below it was a nose that looked like a light bulb only with rough edges. He was short and gosh…that mole…a big mole positioned itself on his left cheek.
I shook my head in pity, poor Beatrice! What had she seen in him? Love couldn’t have been this blind. She was so beautiful and he was so otherwise. Had she not seen the good looking ones the ones who were tall dark and handsome (TDH), with captivating smiles and Oooh…heart melting voices. Had they not approached her?
Well, I have met them. I have met millions of those kinds of men. But most had the looks but lacked character or as my pastor would say ‘charisma but no character’. They had the charms strong enough to advertise God’s craftiness but their attitudes displayed the devils handiwork. men who were arrogant, liars and thieves.yes! they would steal a poor girls heart with their sugarcoated words and laugh as they smothered it to pieces with their feet.
Okay! Kathy, be nice. Don’t take this personally. Honestly, I have seen things oh, I have. Just last week my friends literally formed a club ‘FIGHT AGAINST HEARTBREAKERS’. They gathered together to talk about the havoc so-called ‘fineboys’ had caused in their lives. Talk about broken sisters. I couldn’t dare to talk (mine was nothing compared to theirs)
It got me thinking, maybe there was something Beatrice was seeing in this beast afterall. Something I wasn’t seeing because I was more into the physical. It wasn’t about his looks or his carriage and it sure wasn’t because he wasn’t attractive, cos I know ugly guys with ugly personalities. Here was a man who had not abandoned even the most unnoticeable acts of courtesy towards his lady. I appreciate courteous men, they are very rare species of men in Africa (they make any lady feel special). This man was responsible matured in his thinking, had serious fashion sense to cover up his flaws. He had no problem saying the three magical words ‘PLEASE, SORRY and THANK YOU’. A man of his words, of God and a man who had a special way with his lady.
Guess I can go on and on and on about him but he isn’t my man so I have to lock up. I can’t wait for their wedding next month. Beatrice is heads over heel in love with this man who also is. Well who can blame her she doesn’t deny that he looks like a beast but just like the fairy tale she has fallen in love with the beauty that lies within the beast…that inward beauty…just like in the story BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.
Very glad to have you back and better. You are a true fighter ma
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