| CANARY: When A Woman Says "No" |
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| Written by Anne Oboho | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Monday, 02 June 2008 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I and my male colleagues held a debate on the male superiority issue and the male tendency to exert unnecessary pressure over the will of the woman. One of them said I believe that when a woman says no she actually means yes. When he said this, I understood why I sometimes come across some men who would never take my no for an answer. In fact I have had to make promises that I know I dont have the intention of keeping because if I tell a guy no he will be tempted to push until my answer changes to suit him. My ex-boyfriend, Patrick visited from the USA he had offloaded a container full of prospects that would benefit me as soon as he got there. Give me three months and I will send for you My hopes were initially kept alive by his emails and phone calls. Six months later, the phone calls became less frequent and the letters reduced to a minimum, their contents also lost the passion that had characterized the sincerity of the relationship. When Patricks letters and emails stopped coming, I suspected foul play, I did what I am very good at doing, physically and mentally swept the whole affair under the carpet and purged myself of all emotions. I did not feel hurt since it was not yet clear that I had been jilted, I just mentally shielded myself from any impending unpleasantness. Three weeks ago, I received a call from Patrick, he was in Lagos. He had arrived Nigeria the previous night. He wanted me to come to his hotel room in Victoria Island. I told him I was too busy and will not be able to visit him in his hotel. That answer obviously did not sit well with him. How can you be too busy to see me? He exclaimed in shock. In my mind, I thought, Look at this olosi but I told him that my boss had just given me some very urgent assignments that could not wait. Seriously Anne, I want to see you sorry, I am too busy; I told him and ended the call. The following morning, I was upstairs in my office when the security man came to inform me that a man was asking to see me. It was Patrick, he looked fresh and handsome. I can see you have done very well for yourself, I told him do you have a moment, lets go out he said. Sorry, I am busy, I told him. Let me take you out for lunch then, when do you want me to come back? I dont want you to come back .i started protesting but Patrick was already moving away as he said confidently, I will pick you by two You should be hungry by then. So saying, he breezed off. When he came back by two, I refused to go down and see him, I told him on the intercom that I was not going out. After waiting for some thirty minutes, he left. I refused to pick his calls after that. He left for America three days later. Then just this morning, I got a call from Chike, a guy who proposed to me some five months back. We met in church, where I had gone to cover his fathers 69th birthday celebrations. Chike took I and my crew out for lunch after the ceremony and drove us to my house where we spent some time selecting the pictures to use for our publication. I was fixing up my room one day when he came in; he took a look at the place and said I needed an air conditioner to complete the décor. The electrician, looking at him and seeing a big man quickly said he had an air conditioner for sale. When will you bring it? Chike asked him. Anytime you want, the man replied. Okay, bring it over the weekend That weekend, Chike did not show up and I had deliberately refused to call and remind the electrician. Chike appeared two weeks later, full of stories of how his mums wardrobe got burnt and bla, bla. I did not mention the aircondiioner. Two months later, Chike appeared again in my house very early in the morning. As soon as I opened the door, he opened his hands for a hug, oh! My darling, I have missed you so much! I instinctively moved out of reach Why do you always shrink from my touch? Since you say I cant have the other side until we are married, I can at least have a hug cant I? He asked. Not in my house I told him. A week later, he called me, I was broke. I told him I was on my way to the salon; he said he would pick me up later for a drink. I told him about my broken status and the fact that I needed one thousand naira to wash my hair; he said I should give him a call when I am done with washing my hair. When I finished, I called him, he did not pick his calls. He later switched the phone off. I did not hear from Chike until two weeks later, he called me at close of work; he missed me and wanted to come to the house. I told him I was tired and already in bed. Three days later, he called me again early in the morning. Again he missed me and wanted to come to the house. I told him not to come. He asked me why he should not come. I did not have a reason except that I did not want him to come to my house. If I needed to see him, I will go to his house was how I put it. Thirty minutes later, Chike was knocking on my door and yelling my name. I refused to open the door. He kept knocking for ten minutes before finally departing. I refused to pick his call after that.
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Posted by Robot| 03.06.2008 01:34