NOT SO PERFECT 😍
By Christabel Nwoko
As a young girl in her early twenties, I have always dreamt of meeting a man i can fall in love with and who will love me back. I always wished of meeting a Perfect man, that I will end up with , the perfect man will be the father of my unborn children, and we will spend the rest of our lives together.
In my head, a perfect man is usually handsome with a good physique, well dressed, rich, educated, romantic, well mannered and he must be tall and God fearing at the same time.
Everyday I hope and pray to meet my prince charming, life was moving and so was my age, I even graduated from the University and was posted to Lagos for my youth Service and there I met Emeka, he was a good looking guy. I met him at a wedding in Lagos. He sat at a table across from me and kept smiling in my direction. I was irritated at first, and then I became intrigued. I was not surprised when he came over later to introduce himself.
“My name is Jessica” I told him and He smiled softly.
“Jessica” He repeated nodding his head.
“Nice name” he added.
We didn’t talk for long, just basically introduced ourselves and exchanged numbers so I didn’t get a chance to hear him say a lot.
He called me
He picked me up in a very polished car and even opened the door for me. Our date was getting off on a good start and I thought, okay, he ain’t bad at all. All through our drive to the restaurant, Emeka barely said anything except an occasional giggle or grunt. I thought he was just being shy, so I let myself dream of how lucky I was to land a good looking guy, with good manners and cash on top of it. This was a fairy tale.
“Emeka is SO PERFECT” I thought with my heart dancing for joy. I had no idea that Emeka was NOT SO PERFECT
When we started having dinner, I insisted he told me about himself so he did. And that was when I heard him speak.
He made a sentence and I wondered
“Did he just say that?”
’ I was going to give him the benefit of the doubt but when he kept slipping throughout dinner, I knew my dream was over. The dude couldn’t speak good English! I became so disappointed immediately.
“there’s no way I can date this guy, this is definitely will be our first and last date” I thought to myself.
Yes I know that I was too judgmental and selective but you will not blame me. I was young and adventurous and I just didn’t want any guy to embarrass me in front of my friends.
how many educated ladies can claim that they will not
When I asked my best friend Linda, if she could date a man who can’t speak good English.
” no, o. Didn’t he go to school?” No, Jessica, I can’t date a man like that please” Linda said at once
When I asked my childhood friend.
Mirabel. She replied salvagedly
“If he is Rich, I will manage, na English we go chop”
I laughed so hard but deep down that statement didn’t go well with me.
I can never date a man solely for his money.
There’s no way I will date a man like Emeka, even if he has all the money in the world.
I was also born with a silver spoon and money has never been my problem.
” all I want is a perfect man” I thought to myself.
But a small voice kept saying within me
” If Emeka is kind and God fearing, date him”
But I ignored that voice.
” I can’t date him. It would be too embarrassing to introduce him to my family and friends. As educated as I am, how do you expect me to date an uneducated man? Never” I told myself.
Just as I was trying hard to forget and ignore Emeka, he wouldn’t stop calling my phone but I kept rejecting and ignoring his calls.
Ever since we had that date, he was trying everything possible to communicate with me but I wasn’t taking his phone calls, I knew why he was calling too much, he wants to ask me out but it was obvious that I was not interested.
And i tried every trick to avoid a conversation with him, but still Emeka kept calling my phone
On the other hand, Emeka didn’t give up, he kept trying everything he could to win my heart but I was not giving in. It came to a point, I become irritated and agitated each time he calls me.
One-time, I was so rude to him, when he called with an unfamiliar number, I was so pissed when I picked up my phone and the caller turned out to be him.
“Emeka, why are you bothering me so much, I Don’t know if love is by force, why do you keep bugging me with your phone calls? Assuming you were educated, you will have left me a text message, instead of calling my poor phone, over and over again, last night you killed my phone battery…”I entered immediately but before I could finish my statement.
Emeka entered calmly.
“Jessica, Don’t be angry na, please I Don’t mean to angry you”
I became even more offended.
“How can a good looking man like him, shoots such bullets, why is it so difficult for him to speak good English” I thought sadly.
Even though Emeka was uneducated, he was well cultured, well mannered, He apologized severally and finally he politely hanged up.
I felt so awful for being so hard on him but there was nothing I could do.
“I Don’t feel anything for him” I told myself.
Few days later, Emeka called again and that day, I told him my mind.
“See, Emeka you are a good man, but let me tell you the truth, I Don’t feel anything for you. I Don’t want to keep you hanging out, I Don’t want you think that something could ever happen between us, yes we can be friends, you can call me up anytime but please I Don’t want to go into any form of relationship right now, I just want to concentrate on my career first” I said in the most possible polite way I could.
I was so surprised that Emeka understood every word I said.
I could sense the disappointment and sorrow in his voice, I was so broken but I can’t displease myself to please him, It just can’t work between us, I’m educated and he is not, I thought within me. I had no idea when Emeka ended the call.
I felt terrible, it was as if I committed a blunder but at the same time I was happy that I finally got Emeka out of my life.
“I can now hope and pray for a perfect man”. I thought
Days turn to weeks and Weeks to months and I was elated that I finally got rid of Emeka but he calls me up once in a while to know how I was faring. We gradually became friends and when I got to know Emeka better, I found out that he was an orphan and that he was a hard-working young man.
“I don sell fire wood when I dey 12 years old, I be wan go school but no funds at that time, na so I face business and today, God don bless me” Emeka had narrated in pidgin English as he had observed that I get upset each time he tried to speak good english and failed.
I was impressed and proud of him but there was nothing I could do, even as much as I have began to like Emeka’s personality, but I couldn’t take back what I have said before.
One-day, something disappointing happened, I ran into Emeka in the bank and he was with a very beautiful lady who he later introduced as Chizoba.
It seemed like my presence made him uncomfortable and it was as if he knew what i was thinking.
In my heart I concluded that Chizoba must be his lover or something but I have no right to be jealous. We are just friends.
And from that day, I had to stay away from Emeka and concentrate on other things, since I have imagined the worst. A part of me felt bad for losing a good man like Emeka but the other part of me was happy that I lost him. That part of my heart had told me that Emeka was not my type.
Not too long, I decided to go on a trip to cool off and that was how i met another perfect gentleman named Gilbert. I
met him on a flight to England. Gilbert was seated next to me on executive flight from Muritala Mohammed international airport in Lagos.
We started talking, I got attracted to his intelligence and ability to hold intellectual discussion. His good diction got my attention.
And in few minutes, We laughed together. It was so magical, as if we’ve known each other for years. He told me he was going to London on a business trip, and I told him I was on vacation. Just to have a change of environment.
He suggested that we should hang out sometime before his return to Nigeria.
I looked forward to seeing him again after we parted at the airport in the UK.
He kept his promise and got in touch. We did met and had a dinner date. Wow! I felt all the butterflies in my stomach because I have never had such experience like this in my whole life. I immediately started imagining a forever between us.
His charisma, the way he tinkled my fancy, made me laugh, and the fact that he kept his promise even not minding that we had just met, made me fall in love with him instantly.
I told myself, this is him, the PERFECT MAN, that i have been waiting for, the one that will be interested in me as much as I am interested in him.
Because he was on a business trip, he left London before me. The day before he left, we had another date(sightseeing this time). He made me promised to reach out to him on my return back to Nigeria. He also requested that I see him off to the airport the next day. I was so excited, feeling that he wanted me in his life already.
I turned up on his departure day, went with him to the airport. It was so magical that he didn’t want to leave again. He almost missed his flight as he held on to my hands like a baby holding his mother who is trying to leave him behind.
Then he grabbed me gently and gave me a passionate kiss, the kind I have never experienced all my life. It was as though, I was being kissed for the first time since I was born. I responded passionately.
He gave me a red rose and whispered to my ears,
“I’ll be waiting for you in Nigeria”
To Be Continued