Wish her luck

When she says enough, even the most powerful public official of her town has no choice but yield.

For 16 years, her life was spent on a stage, made to play the role as the “faithful one” of the script writer and director who forgot to propose marriage to her but almost always, loved to parade her around as the girlfriend, the steady and the future wife, like a walking exhibit to prove himself a legitimate member of the straight community and never the general-secretary of the LGBT that many suspected him to be.

The incident near the church months back had people wagging their tongues that he could be an exception to the gossip: he publicly pleaded to the woman to reconsider her decision ditching him. He demanded her back.

The woman just got tired looking at herself at the mirror and seeing wrinkles spreading on her face as days, weeks and months flew by, the looks that was once flawless 16 years ago when she was still a fresh medical graduate being sued by many a young man including him.

For 16 years as girlfriend, she waited to tie the knot with him. And finding him mum on that prospect, she decided to go for another man, her contemporary in medical school and like her, was also racing against time.

“Please, get down, I want to talk with you,” pleaded the man as he blocked the car she was driving with her new man. The spectacle happened at the road a spitting distance from the church one fine morning. She turned down his entreaty and asked him to clear the road. He continued to block the vehicle. The standoff prompted her to call up her daddy and told him of the situation.

She handed the mobile phone to him so her dad could give him a piece of thought. I want to talk to you and your daughter, said the man. Young man, if you wanted to talk to me and my daughter, do it at our house, not in the middle of the road that you are doing now. Go to our house and talk thingsover, answered daddy. For the meantime, let my daughter go.

And so, off she went with her new man to chart a new life which can also be a race against time for biological motherhood. If that were not possible, adopting someone else's child is not a bad option.

She has opted to be her own script writer and director, and determined to chart her own path, no longer confined to the niceties her former man wished her to play.

Wish her luck. She has reason to liberate herself from a fruitless role playing only to satisfy the whims of one man.