By: Faatimah Luqman (Lukfat)
Faatimah let out a sigh,but not a sigh of relief as it's in most books it's a sigh of exasperation. She's fed up with everything, with every bleeping things!
She looked at the mirror
again,for the umpteenth time. Oh! This is not her,this is not Faatimah Adegbenle Ewapo. She can't be this trash. I mean, the beauty she's been boasting of, and proud of can't go like that,it just can't.
She looks again at the face in the mirror. That old crooked face she wished the concealer would have helped her conceal. But she was wrong, the concealer even makes it worse.
Faatimah can still remember vividly how her friends used to endorse her beauty then, like indomie. Especially, Jaleelah,her best friend out of the five friends she kept then. Jaleelah will say in her tiny,Bell's voice, Ewapo, Omo to dara bi egbin, onimu bi imu larubawa (a praise of beauty).
She smiled at the memory, if she's asked her greatest wish now, it'll be to return to that prime days of her. That days when she would blush deep inside her when different brothers approached her. They had wanted her so badly them, as a wife. Many of them visited her father then, and his father accepted them very well. But none of them was her crush. She didn't like any of them, in fact, she hated them. Most especially, Alfa Rufai,who would not let her rest and always sent her gifts through her father. But she would reject them,all of them. She remembered how she had called the brother, onímú òpá ìwàkà. All she had wanted then was her masters degree and PhD. Nothing less! And all advice from her parents,especially, Mama Tooke,her mum, that lady's time is so short,had fallen into her deaf ears. She had called her mum the enemy of progress then. Little did she know that its for her own sake.
Now, she has her degree,the Masters and PhD, but no one comes for her again. No one wants the crooked-faced, proud woman again. If only they know she's changed!
Oh! She had definitely trespassed. She would be 39 next year and not a man,not a single man has approached her for the past six years. But its not their fault. Its her own fault. She's the authour of her own misfortune. She had always wanted certificate,and now she has the certificates. She uses the best of cars. But she has no crown, no man she can call her own. The beauty self is not there anymore, probably, they might have considered that. she had had opportunities, even different ones at that, but this is her today,a 38 years old single lady, not a widow, not a divorcee.
Only Allaah knows she's repented. Anyone that comes her now,na jam she go jam am. Even if she will be the fourth wife, she doesn't mind. But that's only if, cos she heard men look for sweet sixteen nowadays,not a old school like her.
Its enough, yah Allaah!she cried. Enough is enough!Because If only she will lie,this life as a single isn't easy,its a very big torture!
Humn! she sighed again, dropping the pulse sized mirror she's been looking at, now with a tear-soaken face. If only she had listened to advice...
To all Fatimah Ewapo out there, please take heed before its too late. You can still become anything you wanna be in your marriage. It only requires you to be focused. Verily, life as a searching single is not easy,ka ma paro o. May Allaah grant every singles, widows and divorcees out there, their source of joy,Aamin.
Faatimah let out a sigh,but not a sigh of relief as it's in most books it's a sigh of exasperation. She's fed up with everything, with every bleeping things!
She looked at the mirror
again,for the umpteenth time. Oh! This is not her,this is not Faatimah Adegbenle Ewapo. She can't be this trash. I mean, the beauty she's been boasting of, and proud of can't go like that,it just can't.
She looks again at the face in the mirror. That old crooked face she wished the concealer would have helped her conceal. But she was wrong, the concealer even makes it worse.
Faatimah can still remember vividly how her friends used to endorse her beauty then, like indomie. Especially, Jaleelah,her best friend out of the five friends she kept then. Jaleelah will say in her tiny,Bell's voice, Ewapo, Omo to dara bi egbin, onimu bi imu larubawa (a praise of beauty).
She smiled at the memory, if she's asked her greatest wish now, it'll be to return to that prime days of her. That days when she would blush deep inside her when different brothers approached her. They had wanted her so badly them, as a wife. Many of them visited her father then, and his father accepted them very well. But none of them was her crush. She didn't like any of them, in fact, she hated them. Most especially, Alfa Rufai,who would not let her rest and always sent her gifts through her father. But she would reject them,all of them. She remembered how she had called the brother, onímú òpá ìwàkà. All she had wanted then was her masters degree and PhD. Nothing less! And all advice from her parents,especially, Mama Tooke,her mum, that lady's time is so short,had fallen into her deaf ears. She had called her mum the enemy of progress then. Little did she know that its for her own sake.
Now, she has her degree,the Masters and PhD, but no one comes for her again. No one wants the crooked-faced, proud woman again. If only they know she's changed!
Oh! She had definitely trespassed. She would be 39 next year and not a man,not a single man has approached her for the past six years. But its not their fault. Its her own fault. She's the authour of her own misfortune. She had always wanted certificate,and now she has the certificates. She uses the best of cars. But she has no crown, no man she can call her own. The beauty self is not there anymore, probably, they might have considered that. she had had opportunities, even different ones at that, but this is her today,a 38 years old single lady, not a widow, not a divorcee.
Only Allaah knows she's repented. Anyone that comes her now,na jam she go jam am. Even if she will be the fourth wife, she doesn't mind. But that's only if, cos she heard men look for sweet sixteen nowadays,not a old school like her.
Its enough, yah Allaah!she cried. Enough is enough!Because If only she will lie,this life as a single isn't easy,its a very big torture!
Humn! she sighed again, dropping the pulse sized mirror she's been looking at, now with a tear-soaken face. If only she had listened to advice...
To all Fatimah Ewapo out there, please take heed before its too late. You can still become anything you wanna be in your marriage. It only requires you to be focused. Verily, life as a searching single is not easy,ka ma paro o. May Allaah grant every singles, widows and divorcees out there, their source of joy,Aamin.
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