The impermanence of perfection

I have come to realise that love and in fact life isn’t as smooth as the voice of Adele. For the most part, it’s like Obasanjo trying to sing a song by Maxwell or worse, trying to sing through the treacherous inflections found in D'angelo's songs.

You know, watching a lot of "happily ever after" cartoons and movies have a way of feeding the HD of our imagination with inconclusive afterthought of a Disney princess loved forever by a perfect prince-charming both living in a diamond castle surrounded by beautiful lilies and talking cute animals. But this is without reality having something to say about it. Reality is one heck of a party crasher! More often, it slaps the taste off your lavender flavoured fantasy and spikes it up with the stench ingredients of a locally made insecticide.

Ok you are fortunate to see a beautiful lady with a nubile torso divinely mounted on perfect legs of uber-lusciousness and blessed with a toothy smile that would give Cece Winan's dentition a worthy challenge and you think: "this is definitely my ticket to “lala land” and then you marry her and after a while, her “anatomical blings” start losing their shine or worse, a sickness shrinks them away from their once enticing state of plumpness. 

Then what?

Believe me ladies, a lot of guys wouldn't come as Aladdin with a Genie-lamp strapped to their trousers and a flying carpet to glide you across the starry skies. Sadly, they might even come as the hunchback character Quasimodo in Victor Hugo's adapted novel: The Hunchback of Notre Dome. But not to worry, even that story had a pleasant ending.

Let’s face it; the blue-chip jobs might not pour like candy rain after school or you might even lose a good one if I truly know my people, some one must have spitted out the words: God forbid!

But that’s the realness of reality.

The baby might not be formed after three to more years of trying after marriage. How about the realisation that the kid you gave birth to is of the autistic spectrum or conditioned with Down's syndrome? I just heard it again - it is not my portion!

What kind of write-up is this: are u wishing me bad?

But truly, who deserves this portion? Does anyone claim ownership to this fate? Or as long as this stray bullet doesn’t strike your reality then the world is beautiful?

 Life is not a perfect script: get used to it! Its plots are sometimes murky and precariously uncertain. It is sometimes like a merry-go-round but a lot of times, you would not be merry in the way life goes round.

But fortunately, there is a lifeline - God. He is the grand-master of script writing and will definitely help you to cushion the effect of what reality throws. I didn’t say he will necessarily stop it, I said he will cushion the effect. So it would not exactly kill you if you hand over the rudder of your life-boat to him.

  Remember, happily ever after is not the end; it’s only the beginning.