THESE two weeks have been very interesting for da ladies in many, many interesting ways. First, it was the news that Cupid’s arrow struck our foremost eligible bachelor in town and he is now off limits. But I don’t know whether the news came as a disappointment or excitement or mixture of both for some chicas.
Social networks were abuzz with the news and many were kama angry that they weren’t the chosen ones and all sorts of questions flew off the handle, like why she was ‘picked’ and not them. Eto, I am no expert on love matters and even after a few decades of being in the mix of things, I cannot understand why people would ask questions like that as if there were some kind of region-by-region lottery competition or ofandisa going on ‘to fill the position’.
Then, while the dust had hardly settled on the matter, some paparazzos in Obamaland spotted a ‘mystery man’ in the company of the daughter of one of America’s hip-hop moguls, who was none other than our own flashy oil tycoon. With just a few sought-after Namibian eligible bachelors left, some questioned how the Yankees could snatch up our enara ra Baai, who we are still hoping will find oil in big reservoirs somewhere off the shores of our harbour town.
The networks went crazy again; this was just too erg:
“I am prettier than that girl.”
“What does he see in her?”
“Couldn’t he find a Namibian woman?”
“There are plenty of better-looking women here.”
Ladies, maybe it’s time that we had a talk on some of these hearty things. I don’t know who declared before they died that a pretty face and nice kilimandjaros is all a woman needs to guarantee her a 78-carat diamond and thru-pass ticket to the altar. No wonder some men say that the only long romantic walks women like to take are to the bank.
It’s time that we as women start to tonga-long some sense into each other to realise that it takes more than appearance. Yes, nice physical features may open doors for you, but in the long run it would be to your own demise if you only rely on your beauty without having ambition, dreams, aspirations to develop yourself as a person.
All along we have been under the impression that all outies are vain, but I think we can now learn something, judging from the choices they make when they decide to tie the knot.
We too have expectations of the type of men we want and the common basics are that he must at least have some level of education, job and that he must be God-fearing. I don’t know what men want, but I am sure that they don’t wanna settle for some bimbo whose only use is to decorate the house with her pretty face like a Christmas tree and ‘receive manna from heaven’.
But as much as I am trying to talk sense into others about how inner beauty and self development is important, I must confess that I was so angry with the ladies from the land of ivory after they roughed up our girls and spoiled our party at the African Women’s Championship that I started demanding that a Caster Semenya test be done on some of them. I apologise for being a sore loser and may the best man win, ai, I mean the best woman.
Sorry Ngo!