18 Aug 2008 |
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“I won’t marry!” I used to shout when I was little. The thought of having to propose to a lady filled me with mortal embarrassment. And when I was in Primary School I moved about with a group of friends that vowed never to talk to girls. Then I didn’t understand my parents’ response whenever I made what I imagined was this very noble declaration. “Nonsense. Of course you will get married”, my Mum always responded gently, but also somewhat firmly. Gradually, through the years, I outgrew this childish frame of mind, but it was not until I graduated from university and commenced my master’s degree that I began to take the issue of marital life seriously. Interestingly, it took a heartbreak – the failure of my first romantic relationship – to bring things to a head. This catastrophe had a positive side: picking up the pieces and salvaging what I could of my shattered heart, it led me to conduct a major self-assessment. I designed a personal-development programme and came up with a set of goals that I thought would enable me overcome the flaws that I felt were responsible for this failure in my first shot at love. Today, I would say I have attained many of the goals I set for myself in this regard and am doing quite well professionally, relationally, and so on. It’s been 8 long years since that first breakup and a lot of water has passed under the bridge, but I never imagined I would get past 35 before seeing myself get married. Still, optimistically, inexorably, daily, I know I’m getting closer to the mark. Yet my progress appears to be too slow for others, and those around never let me forget that I’m yet to fulfill this all-important rite of passage. The pressure keeps piling – along with the snide remarks. And, as much younger cousins and guys that were by far my juniors back in secondary school announce their wedding plans, the pressure gives way to ridicule. I pretend not to notice when neighbours, playing on the Yoruba love for titles, cheekily refer to me as “Brother so and so” instead of “Daddy”. There are those who are genuinely worried. How do you cope with all the loneliness, they wonder? There are those who assume that if you’re not married you must be sleeping around, leading a reckless life. If not, some think, something must be wrong with you. Perhaps you’re impotent or something. Perhaps you’re reluctant to shoulder responsibility. Somehow, you should be ashamed of yourself. You know how little your children will be when you’re already old and grey? The situation is all the more ridiculous with all the girls purportedly out there, waiting for someone to propose to them - like a striker on the soccer field wasting so many clear chances at goal. Even my most intimate advisers, even my most understanding confidantes, are getting fed up. I watch their amusing but sometimes irritating efforts to match-make me. I’ve been Best Man for all my friends during their weddings. But after a while, out of embarrassment, I had to start declining invitations to perform this role. One by one, I’ve watched all my closest pals quit bachelorhood and cross into the sanctum of marriage. Looking around, I see that I’m the last one left. Why, I ask myself, have I held back for this long? What are the reasons that make people in my situation delay for such a time that they end up marrying “late”? I try to conduct a reality check, to go through the reasons that could be responsible for my situation: Perhaps I’m just not the “marrying type”. In American and European societies people might decide, purely as a matter of personal choice, not to marry. They just don’t see the need for it. They prefer to be single, and cherish their freedom more; freedom to pursue their professional and personal interests. In the same way I think of how, presently, I spend all my time engrossed in the things I enjoy – waking up early in the mornings and heading straight for the gym, then burying myself in my books through the whole length of the day. I suspect much of this freedom and indulgence would be curtailed if I was married. But personal independence, hobbies and vocations can never supersede the warmth and comfort of family life – and I do believe in family life. Perhaps too I’m preoccupied with achieving my financial and professional pursuits. Men from the Ibo tribe get married in their forties because of this. They have a high achievement culture, and the bride price where they come from is high. I must confess that I carried a bit of this mentality around while I was pursuing my PhD, but I’ve since attained this milestone that used to be the centerpiece of my focus. I’ve achieved most of the things I had planned to achieve before marriage. And it’s not for want of finances (although everyone could do with a bit more!) or occupational stability that I’m not married. Perhaps I’m still sowing wild oats. These days I find that as I’ve attained some level of professional and financial success, I have all the opportunities and resources to play around. God has His plans for me, and the devil – that wily old bugger - definitely has his. Everyday I’m confronted with detours that try to lure me away from my focus, that could really turn me into something else, and I wonder at the man I would have become if God did not have His hand in my affairs. I’m no saint, but it’s definitely not for sleeping around that I’m not married today. Perhaps I’m still searching for “that special one”. Aha!... Am I not being too choosy? I sometimes ask myself. A friend, exasperated, once complained, “If I introduce this one to you go say she dey too short. If I bring another one come you go say she too tall. She dey too yellow... She dey too black... She dey too ugly... She dey too fine…!” Much has been made by those close to me about my impossible-to-fathom taste in women. Sometimes I wonder myself why the specifications I have in mind are that important to me. I don’t know why they count that much, but I’ve come to see that, through various situations and interactions, no matter how much I try to change my thinking, these things just continue to remain a central aspect of my decision making when it comes to the choice of a life partner. Don’t ask me why, because I’ve now ceased to ask myself. I’ve come to peace and have decided to follow my heart. What I’m looking for is not out of this world. I’m not looking for the most beautiful or best-behaved girl. Like every other chap has, I’m sure, I’ve met ladies interested in me that I didn’t feel attracted to. And I’ve met ladies I’ve pursued and proposed to who have told me I’m a sweet guy and a prospect any woman would fall over, but sorry, maybe I should try their friend. This brings up the age-old question: is it really impossible to find someone you’re attracted to that appreciates you just as much? Some might say that is an impossible question to answer. Some might feel it is too risky spending the better part of life trying to finding out. Yet I look at people who have “made it” in this sphere – who have found that special one – and I know it is possible. I look at the Atakes, a lovely “young” couple. These are not actors starring in movies or characters from fantasy novels or anything like that, but real-life folk; flesh-and-blood. During a magazine interview when Dorothy Atake was asked if she ever felt threatened by any girlfriends her handsome, boyish-looking husband Eyimofe (PhD, Senior Advocate of Nigeria) might have, she smiled amusedly and said, “The question is, does he have any?” A picture is etched in my mind of their family with the three children; the father bouncing the youngest, a cute chubby girl wearing diapers, on his knee. The Atakes, youthful as they look, are approaching their 50’s – looks like they had their kids quite late. In another interview Eyimofe was asked what he, a silver spoon kid who has seemed to go through life without any hassles, liked about himself. “What I like about myself,” he said, gazing into the distance, “is that I’ve faced some real tough challenges in this life, and have successfully overcome them”. I look at other couples I admire - my uncle Kenny with his tall slim wife (he married at 38, very late for even his times). I look at my neighbour Alex, his fine family with every member – even down to the nephew and niece that regularly come to stay with him – all very well mannered. Alex has a very young wife, and seems also to have married late. It appears to me all these people I hold in esteem have had to go through some significant process to end up with the kind of beautiful spouses and homes they have. Well, if that is what it takes, I’m more than willing to pay the price. What is the key to building beautiful relationships, to finding your soul mate? Arielle Ford is a businesswoman who has gained worldwide popularity as the publicist for many bestselling authors. For years she wished could manifest, in her love life, the kind of success she was experiencing in her business. Today, describing her husband, she says she knew within hours of meeting him that he was her soulmate. But she also shares that she realizes he was no off-chance occurrence; he didn’t happen by mistake. Arielle believes that attracting her soul mate was the result of years of work – years of preparing herself, her attitude, her relational skills, her self esteem... That, I would say, has been the crux of my strategy all this while toward getting married: developing myself to be worthy of “that special one”. And I believe, like Arielle and all the people I admire, I will come to be counted among those who it can be said of them that, during their lifetime, they did find their soulmate.
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