Don't Dull

"I want a real man for myself; talk, dark, handsome and rich", said Hawa as she chattered on endlessly about her dream hubby to Deji (her Male best friend). "My future husband must be loving, caring, strong, understanding, attentive, perceptive, sensitive, intelligent, mature, illustrious, industrious, interesting, social, malleable, agreeable, reasonable, buoyant, flamboyant, neat, discrete, street wise, diplomatic, sophisticated, exposed, learned, spiritual...infact he must be everything", she concluded abruptly and shut her eyes simultaneously.

 It was obvious she was out of breath. I mean; who wouldn't be, not after reciting such a long list of wants. After an awkward silence, Deji asked her if she indeed meant what she was saying or if she was just trying to show off her knowledge of adjectives? With the braun of a frustrated housewife, Hawa swore on her late father's grave that she meant every word she uttered.

 Her maxim was "Go Big or Go Home", she never believed in settling for less no matter what. She had always been an advocate of the best things in life, shunning mediocrity at quite an early age; she had dreams of big things only. She dreamt of an LIB proposal and a Bella Naija wedding. Her idea of a wedding was any ceremony that would set her parents back by at least a whooping sum of N20million.

 Her taste in men was out of this world. She wanted a man that was as intelligent as the Chinese, dressy like the Italians, articulate like the Brits, sharp like the Nigerians, fit like the Kenyans, drove quality cars like the Germans, good-looking like the Spaniards, romantic like the French, energetic like the Indians, lavish like the Arabs.

 "You better wake up from this your slumber...there is no guy like that in this world except u want an imaginary husband", Deji replied in a most sincere manner. He was flabbergasted by the length of her list and the myopic nature of her desires. "Hawa you better cut down this list, its too unrealistic", He adviced his 'josephic' friend who was obviously 'perdued' in her own dreams.

 "Bad belle..what's your own now? Just leave me let me dream abeg! I know my prince charming is out there somewhere and someday our paths would cross and we'd fall in love instantly", she retorted. Sensing the possibility of a disagreement, he stylishly changed the topic for peace to reign.

 Even though Deji kept quiet, he felt Hawa was asking for too much knowing fully well that she had nothing more than a pretty face and a hot body to offer. Simply put, she was a bimbo. He secretly believed that she didn't deserve to have her dream man because she wasn't even qualified to be anybody's dream girl...at best she'd be a trophy wife.

 Amidst all these thoughts, Deji smiled weakly at Hawa and she couldn't help but wonder what went wrong and why Deji was so calm on such a hot issue.

 Hawa is 35 years old today and she is still single; never had a boyfriend in her entire life. From time to time, she goes for crusades, vigils and deliverance sessions at different church camp grounds hoping to break the yoke on her marital destiny.

 Please note that this story is not about marriage or girls' desires but about our GOALS as individuals. Many a time we have big dreams but they never come to fruition simply because they are not realistic. We just dream!!! No strategy to achieving the goal, No plan to follow, No self development framework put in place...We just dream and this is how many dreams remain dreams long before the death of the dreamer. Why not check to see if your Goal/Dream is SMART i.e. Specific, Measurable, Attainable, Realistic and Time Bound. At least you'd be assured that you are on the way to fulfilment especially with God on your side.