Good morning errbody! Thanks so so so much for all the calls and the mails, Tiwa, Memphis, Sunshine, Uyi, Ng, -F, Enjay, PunIntended, Favourite, and everyone who wished me speedy recovery here on the blog. Thanks, may God bless you all.
I'd like to say I'm feeling better but that may not be true. However, I'm tired of staying down, it just feels like my head is buried in the sand while the world passes me by, so here I am. I've missed TTB!
So many things happened in the last few days that served as a big eye opener for me. First there was the Bishop who stays across the corridor from my friend. My friend is an occasional smoker and at night she goes down the hall to the windows to smoke. The bishop occasionally walks by, Bible in his hands, disgust on his face, judgment in his eyes. On a few occasions he would mutter that sinners would never go far in life. Yet a few weeks back just as my friend was about to step out for her night smoke she hesitated and ran back in. From the peep hole we saw not one, not two, but three prostitutes exit Bishop's apartment. One still had her money in her hand.
The next night they were back again and this time they stayed till morning.
I remembered Bishop when I got a call some days ago telling me that *Rolake was leaving her husband. I was stunned; Rolake, why? What could have happened? I mean, in Rolake's shoes I would have left the husband long ago, but Rolake didn't seem to mind. Mind what, you might ask?
Well Barrister Rolake was still young and happening when she met her hubby. Pretty, light skinned and quite flashy. All that changed the minute she got married. Hubby, a Christian fanatic, a card carrying, uniform wearing member of that church T.L.C, informed Rolake that her ways were too carnal and worldly. First off, Rolake had to cut her hair short like a boy's and go natural, then she had to give away ALL her jewelry including her gold and precious stones, then she had to fling away all her trousers; Christian sisters don't wear trousers. That wasn't all, makeup is worldly so Rolake also had to throw away her MAC and BlackUp and every makeup item she had. Then as though this wasn't enough, Rolake was to set some hours aside every other day to wear the neon green apron worn by members of that church, carry a megaphone and walk around for hours, evangelizing. Oh, and even when Rolake wasn't evangelizing, she still had to wear the neon green apron to everywhere she went, even the office.
They're quite close to my family and everytime they came around I'd look at how pure and holy they were and I'd begin to hate myself and ask God to make just just a teeny bit like them, Rolake's husband was so passionate about God, so Christlike. So you can imagine my shock when I heard she was leaving. What happened? Did Rolake finally look in the mirror and realize that she didn't recognize herself anymore, did she look at dull sickly skin and wonder what happened to her yellow pawpaw body, did she look at her almost bald head and miss the mounds of expensive Peruvian hair it once used to support, did she look into her eyes and realize it was vacant, like there's no one home? Did Rolake finally realize that her marriage had turned her into an empty shell even though she was just little over 30?
It turns out it wasn't any of that, I'm quite sure she must have known all this already, but of course she chalked it down to one of the burdens that come with being Mrs. So apparently hubby had been sleeping with her maid for two years, hubby hadn't touched her for over a year, hubby had taken to sleeping in the maid's bed while she slept alone in theirs. My mouth hung open, unfuckingbelievable!
But that wasn't all. The week they got married, hubby openly continued his relationship with his Ex who he couldn't marry because of genotype reasons. Then we also heard that Oh, hubby had been in the househelp-sleeping business for years. Someone he once lived with said that that was the reason he was thrown out, he slept with ALL her maids, even getting a few of them pregnant.
Rolake has returned to her parent's home and I can't blame her. What kept her there for so long, for God's sake?! He slept in bed with your maid while you donned the neon colored apron walking up and down the crazy streets of Lagos, spreading "God's word" in the blistering sun, for a church you never even belonged to, or believed in, because of a husband who you knew to be the devil himself...
Isn't it funny how these "holy" people make you feel bad about yourself yet you would not even conceive to do half of what they do behind closed doors?
Note to self; JUST DO YOU. LOOK NOT ON or AT ANOTHER PERSON, SET YOUR EYES ON GOD ALONE. HUMAN BEINGS ARE SO FULL TO S.H.I.T!