The first time I saw Barbie on cable tv in the 80’s and 90’s, I instantly
found my first role model. She was exquisite, put together and very
sophisticated. Though she was Caucasian (white), she was the young girl I wanted
to be and just when I thought there couldn’t be more to this fantasy, I was
introduced to Ken! He was Sauvé, handsome, taller than her and seemed totally enthralled
by her.
Oh what a lucky doll Barbie was! She had the whole world at her
feet and her prince charming to go with it. And thus began my journey as an
incurable romantic-A 7 year old girl in search for her ‘happily ever after’.
The sneaky
conversations of excited teenage girls giggling over their crushes on lanky
teenage boys slowly turned into more serious conversations with Mothers openly
telling their daughters to become serious about finding suitors-aka Future
husbands.
I had those
teenage crushes, especially for the Hausa guys (Circa Boko haram o!). They were
always so deliciously handsome and some were actually gentlemen. Especially
guys like Mohammed whose Dad owned a Major magazine in Kaduna and brought me
copies regularly as a sneaky way of saying I ‘dig’ you in Primary(Now year 3 according to my son's school)3! It was all
so romantic for me despite the fact that I couldn't figure out what the heck
they were talking about in the magazines.
When I got
to secondary school, I got tired of the teenage boys, they were suddenly too ‘immature’
for me, plus my Big Bro was not having any of that for his younger sisters. My
crushes moved to my Dad’s Orderlies (A term for assistant in the Military),
especially the hot Hausa guys……. Between studying to keep my grades up to retain my position as Daddy’s favorite ‘efiko’ and getting my hands on my first
copies of Mills and Boons( Now Barbie was childish at this point), I fantasized
about my Prince charming. I didn’t even see the need for a real Boyfriend I was
getting all the romance I needed in my mind…………
Then the
rude awakening came in my late teens; it was not about boy meets girl anymore. It
was now about preparing yourself to be a suitable wife in not so distant
future. My fantasy was turning to frustration as I was pummeled about dressing
like a lady, keeping a home and ensuring I was a good cook. I thought I was alone in the ordeal, until my
friends confided in me that their Mothers were putting them through similar
ordeals. The reality of our existence was coming to bare for us… despite that
fact that I was the best in my class in secondary school and I was an above
average student in university, my intelligence did not mean much if I could not
hook a suitor and become a ‘Mrs’!
The societal
pressure for women to get married is real and some women have unfortunately succumbed
to this pressure and married the wrong men. The brave ones have dealt with
their failed choices by going through the pain of divorce and what used to be a
little girl’s fantasy of love and happily ever after has become a night mare.
Things are
changing in the 21st century however; as Mother’s who went through
the pain of staying in a bad marriage because they were financially dependent
on the men have encouraged their daughters to strive for more and become strong
independent women. For the first time women take pride in their ability to
stand shoulder to shoulder with their Male counterparts and earn their own
Money.
Some men are
even relieved that they don’t have to be the sole bread winners anymore and are
heard making statements like; ‘I don’t want any woman who would be a liability
to me o!’
However,
like every development in society that has advantages, consequent disadvantages
lie in the fact that there now seems to be more successful and eligible women
than their male counterparts. Also because of the time frame it takes to get to
a certain level of career comfort, women are single in their 30’s and 40’s….
We are now
faced with secret questions in our heart; should we marry down aka a Man not as
successful and accomplished as us? Should we start approaching men? Or should
we keep our heads up and remain single? But then what happens when we face
lonely nights and a need for companionship?
Then the
single woman begins to think; maybe our Mother’s pressures in the last decade
were not so bad after all. Maybe if we have heeded it we would not be
fabulously single and sometimes lonely….. And the divorced single woman or mum
is wondering; what if I had not made the choice to marry that guy or succumb to
the pressure to get married, maybe I won’t have had a bad marriage in my resume
or be having to raise a child(en) alone…
How about
the unhappy married woman who still has her ‘Mrs’ title? She seems like the
luckiest of the three scenarios, but her outward composure does not betray the
pain and anguish of an unhappy marriage.
I had a
conversation with my dear single friend the other day and I told her that to be
single is better to be in an unhappy marriage and she said; I have heard that a
lot of times, but I don’t know if I believe it as the nights seem to get lonelier….
Marriage is
a beautiful institution, especially when it is a good and happy marriage with
two partners supporting each other. I don’t know the answer to all the questions and I don’t know what the best choice to make is; but I still remain a ‘hopeful’
romantic despite my own mistakes and believe that eventually, we can have it ‘all’,
whatever that means to you………
This is one
topic where I would really appreciate your opinions. Single, married, divorced,
what is your take?
Love and
Peace
Tale