By Ehi Ekhator
It was one morning, the sun was still sleeping, and the animals were coming out from their hidings. As I looked through my window, I saw him standing by the road side, glancing at nature, his muscular body make me salivate, I could hardly concentrate on things I was supposed to do that morning. Who is he? I asked. Where does he come from? He was very lanky, the type i would call Mr. Perfect.
I am not bad myself according to my friends; they said I am very attractive. So I have a lot of men lining up and asking me out. At my age, it’s my time. I still have enough time to enjoy myself before I settle down for any man. Marriage to me is like a prison, you en-cage yourself the moment u say the word “I DO”. You can’t live your life the way you used to. I can’t give full control to these men at this moment, so I decided to enjoy myself for a while.
There was one of the men, he was so kind to me, I think he really wanted me but why will I give him that room now? Maybe he will change later as all men are the same. Yes, I believe that too. He bought me things and sent me cards and flowers. It was all romantic but he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. I was so interested in Mr. Perfect so I decided to find out things about him.
As a woman, I mean attractive woman, it’s not so hard for me to bring down a man. Then I decided to use my woman influence on him. I ran into him in town one day and stopped to ask him his name. I told him I knew him somewhere. I described my house and yes, he remembered we live in the same area. We paid each other’s some regular visits and one day, I decided to take it to another level. Mr. Perfect was a man of my dream. He was really as perfect as I thought he would. Loving, caring, he knows how to caress me and cool me down. He smiles at all times and when he would dress out, my heart would beat and fear would grip me. Other women are out there and they could easily take him from me.
Oh Donald, I finally ignored him and all his romantic moves. I concentrated on Mr. Perfect. He covered my thoughts and I was not ready to leave the thoughts and dreams of being with him. I told my friends about him and they requested to meet him. Of course I will introduce him but have to be careful. Your best friend could be your worse enemy I thought.
We dated for a year and half, Mr. Perfect travelled a lot but when he was home, he would make sure he made up all his lost days. As for Donald, he gave up on me and got married to another girl. And later they moved out of the country to France. I was still having fun. I am just 27 yrs old. It’s my enjoyment time.
One day, Mr. Perfect travelled and promised to return in 3 days time. But this time, he never came back. I made phone calls; I searched for him everywhere. I realized I never really know neither his friends nor his families. I was carried away with love. I decided to report the issue to the police as it was almost 14 days of his disappearance, as usual, they asked me details about him and I told the one I could and the police officers requested for his photograph.
The following day, I took one along with me to the police station. Then I heard the most surprising and shocking news of my life. Mr. Perfect (Johnson Andrew) wasn’t his real name. He was Patrick Anderson. Everything he told me was a lie. He was a most wanted and they showed me the picture they have of him at the station. My mouth was opened, I could hardly hear my heartbeat, the darkness covered my face, I was day dreaming and lost in the forest, confused and felt like disappearing into Pluto, my sweat was dripping like blood, my heart ran away from me, I was lifeless. What are they saying?
Andrew is a criminal and a murderer. The police had been looking for him for more than 2 years now and I abhorred him without knowing. They advised me to be careful because he was a very dangerous man, and always fully armed. How did that happen? How come I never saw this for years? They gave me details of his family and where they were staying.
I travelled to see his parents, I still wasn’t sure of what I was doing. They were surprised to hear my story and they told me how he started his criminal activities. The families are scared whenever they hear of him. He ran away from home after killing one of his cousins who he claimed took his girlfriend. Since then, they have heard of him in the news and couple of police men came in for interrogations many times. Hearing this, I knew I was living with a demon.
As for Donald, he was happily married and was told his wife had a baby boy. Since this incident, I never had a real man walk towards me, I am 37 yrs old now and I am still a spinster. I lost it from the beginning. I wish I had known. I really wanted to be with someone never wished to spend my life alone. And I am still searching out there hoping to be with the rightful person. Men of these days are ready to have sex without commitment.
From my experience, all that glitters are not gold. I misinterpreted skin for heart. I misinterpreted privileges for rights. What should i do now?