The way African ladies react to failed relationships is breathtaking, regardless of the extent of affinity once experienced.
I have witnessed at least two incidences of break-ups that involved some of my closest friends and the dryness that surrounded the partying of ways was inconceivable.
An African lady, as opposed to her western counterpart, is one who after the break-up call, will check the phone’s credit status first thing, put the phone aside and go on her day’s activities assuming the ‘before I was rudely interrupted’ attitude.
This amounts to the general perturbation as to whether African ladies really ever put any measure of feelings in relationships.
Or is it that they ‘swallow their tears’ when their hearts are broken or when their relationships do not work or go as they expected?
Whatever attitude that carries the day, an African lady’s pond of tears will be least touched by retarded relationships.
All shades of grey were washed from my inkling owing to a chat I recently had with a workmate.
It was a lazy chat with my newly acquainted friend and as a ‘by the way’ story, she popped up the demise of her boyfriend.
‘He died in a tragic road accident,’ my friend said adding that on the day of her boyfriend’s death, he had told her to give him the best of her since his days with her were numbered.
My intention is not to announce the death of my friend’s fiancé but to exclaim at how simply she was putting it. Her dryness as she talked took me aback.
What mystified me was the way my friend was narrating the whole thing that had happened a few weeks past, to her own fiancé as some old fashioned verb generation.
As I listened to what should have been the saddest story on earth, I kept thinking of how her narration would have topped the ‘most read’ list in most Western online media with one catchy headline ‘Lover’s Last Words To Girlfriend Before Tragic Accident Will Break Your Heart’.
My consolation did not carry the right amount of feelings either. There was no strapping into each other’s arms with emotions wetting our faces as I usually see in soap operas.
African ladies seem to be getting more and more hardened as competition with the men gets even tougher, I guess.
Far still I think the dryness in African ladies’ feelings can be attributed to emptying one’s pond of tears to things that matter most like the irritation of the eye from stings, but definitely not to feelings accrued to relationships destined not to work.
