VULNERABILITY

     You meet this guy, amazing gentleman, He ticks every box on your checklist. The looks, the
height, the figure, the brilliance, the
conversational skills. And did I mention the
sense of humour? Flawless! He seems another
Kevin Hart. Things happen real fast and you both get entangled in the spell-binding allure that is called love. And at the peak of this lovey-dovey frenzy, you get a permanent tatoo of his name on your brezz. Printed on the side of your left-sided 'water-melon' is the name 'James'. Oh!! How sweet of you. Such romantic gesture of unwavering love. Well, we all know how long our relationships last these days don't we?.Fast-forward three months and James is gone.Gone with the amazingness, the aura, the
bravado. He's gone but he left something behind:his name on your left brezz. It doesn't take long, John comes along and everything seems just
fine. You thread more cautiously this time.
Things seem to be getting real serious but you
apply caution, you give it time. You still
remember how things turned out with James.
But John's seriousness is unfaltering, his resolve unflagging. He takes you to go see his parents and wants to settle down with you. And then in one of those mushy sessions, you unveil the name of another man on your brezz. As trivial as you think the situation may be, no man would love the idea of seeing another man's name lovingly crested on your glands anytime he wants to feel like a baby again.

       Brenda, the newly employed clerk. The
customary 'his' and 'hellos' between collegues
metamophorses into lengthy conversations with her. You feel the chemistry grow. You've heard stories of how affairs between office colleagues don't end well but this particular lady seems to strike you as a match made in heaven. Where has she even been all your life?.
You both move into this multi-million naira worth of residence you purchased at Lekki in her name. She has to be the one for you doesn't she? They say love is magical but as time goes by, that magic seems to have lost its hynotic effect. Her flaws which used to be so loved now seems to be so unbearable. And as things hit an all-time low, you throw her out of the house. It doesn't even take weeks before you're thrown out of your own house, the house you bought with your hard-earned bucks. For alas, it was bought in her name.
     Wait. Hollup, hollup, hollup. I'm not saying a
romantic, out-of-the-ordinary display of love is
out of place. I'm not against a gesture of
affection of Romeo-and-Juliet proportions. My
point exactly, don't make promises, vows and
key decisions when you're angry and most
importantly, when you're too excited, too star-
struck. And when a still small voice in your head keeps telling you to catch a greenade or jump in front of a train all in the name of love, well, just before you act, be really sure about it. Because that voice could be the voice of someone in the village talking to you through a calabash.
           Someone once said ''You see that tinglingsensation you feel in your head when you'refalling in love, it's the sign of commonsense leaving your head.'' I couldn't agree more.

This article was writen by ~ Victor Edwin
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