THE UNFATHOMABLE 1

“You are resigning? Mr Homing asked in bewilderment. “Yes sir. I can’t cope with marriage and career again” I confessed. My boss motioned me to sit. “How did you get here?”

As a graduate of law, life had been full of great achievements. I did not waste time so I furthered into PHD which came handy and successful. Though my parents were averagely ok but we had everything we needed in its affordable categories.

Been the best student right from my primary till my university days were more than what fifty shoulder pads could compete with. I had guys flocked around me but ladies fled. My self-esteem was on the high side because I took no shenanigans from no one. Also my level of assertiveness was very remarkable.

Did I have any relationship? Yes I did but they all left, you could hear them sulk, “you don’t spend time with me, you don’t care for me”. Are these guys crazy or what. Men made life for women competitive and in this competition; I wasn’t ready for any defeat.

Ok I am pushed to say this, my dad left my mum because she wasn’t bringing so much to the house, and they separated so we all lived with him. My mum was subjected to emotional torture which made her to be at the mercies of those who were not in her league.

Things got bad for my dad and his forbidden slut at a point,  then my mum made a massive hit economically. Oh love, how you can be so manipulative. My dad went back begging my mum and trust me, she accepted.

I was happy because I had my family back but I never forgave my dad

I had traveled over ten countries of the world; moved from one conference to the other.

My stature was an intimidation and each time I drove by, men took another glance while women stared. I bought a duplex in one of the most expensive areas coupled with a very nice ride. My life was well scripted till I started feeling empty.

Tick tock the time is gone. I clocked forty last year. How did I get here? Nothing I had made sense to me anymore. Many nights were spent hugging my pillows, soaked it with my cascades. Gradually, my life became a façade.

My advice to those who are so quick to believe what they see on social media, you are on your own. One of the day I cried profusely, with bottle of sleeping pills before me, I went straight to my instagram and posted that I was in a happy mood, “yea life is good when you have money, 

I have everything I need tinni ni Tanana, yeaaaaaaaaa, this is how we roll roll, yipeee” that was the video I uploaded and at the end of that day, I was only able to sleep with the help of a pill.

Maybe if I clubbed it would have helped but I was too neck deep into my work. My parents had persuaded me to consider marriage but what do I do as the men were not forth coming and the ones that came wanted more than I could afford.

My colleague tricked me into going out with a guy she arranged for me only to discover that he was married with five kids. Five kids!!! I guess his wife’s prayer worked because I almost killed him when I found out. 

The incidence that made me desperate happened last year. I celebrated my birthday alone; it was a very boring one. I am not a bad person but I had problems keeping friends; either they discussed their partners that cheated on them or their husband that demanded for submission.

To hell with men and their quest for submission, yes, to hell with you!! I am an educated woman and it stays that way. After cutting my chocolate cake, I slipped into my birth tub. The bathing foams penetrated the pores of my skin and I slept. I was woken by a phone call. 

Out of anxiety of maybe, just maybe someone would be mindful of me and decide to take me out, I fell. That’s right, I legit fell. It was a loud one. I laid up. I couldn’t scream. I was on a spot for about three hours waiting for miracle to happen.  All I did was wait till I could crawl to the phone and dialed for help.

The moment I could walk well, I decided to give myself a nice treat. I was about entering my car when I saw this guy. He carried a shopping bag from the mall I just shopped from. My heart ran into my mouth. Oh my Lord!!

 I walked up to him and then we had an adult conversation. I cared less if I was desperate because I was and this time I forgot my paraphernalia’s……..