Marie
Marie was a young girl who used to sing in a church. She was the type that the phrase “I am fearfully and wonderfully
made” corresponded without a second guess. She had such beauty that made men scramble to give her a lift if she needed one. There are men that will want to give her one of their eyes if she had just a speck,. If it was raining, they gave her the umbrella while they walked in her company under the rain. She was popular in church, not for her singing but for her beauty.
As such, young men saw visions and old men dreamt dreams of wedding her. They lined up after each church service with each of them struggling to have an opportunity to place their application. As many as placed them, she did all to reject; some immediate and others later. It became a challenge to most young men to try and see who will finally be this lucky winner. Love poems were written and love stories told with the intention of winning Marie. Yet all ended in her waste basket.
She was beautiful and she knew it. She played with the hearts of men like Hera toyed with Hercules. She could lift you up and drop you down. She was not a church leader but could craft decisions because even those in authority appeased their lust with her company. The more popularity she gained, the many more men she rejected.
As life walks with time, all these young people were tired running a race they knew they will never win. As losers, they had to be contented with “shadows”. They got married to some of the waiting sisters. They now live their lives as happy as never before with none regretting they ever missed Marie.
Marie, was perplexed she could no more have advances. Though singing of love she lacked love and did not know how to tampon loneliness. She sang and danced of delectation but she was burning with misery and anxiety. Before the church could know it, Marie had left the church and eloped with a non-Christian who did all to thump her fearfully and wonderfully made image to a sample of surgery-gone-bad. Tired of all the abuse, she ran back into the church. In church, she gradually regained her beauty but now has to face the visitation of Men-o- Pause. Marie, though single and ready to mingle still is single and looking but no advances. Her beauty is fading with entropy beckoning her body, as would every human. The future is bleak with occasional flashes of donors and players. She is now desperately knocking on wrong doors and gate crashing wrong places. All, to no avail! Marie, has lost many opportunities in search of Mr. Passpartout who lives in heaven.
As for those who are in the single market, if you are single and desiring to mingle, be vigilant how you reject your pretenders. At a given time, they will be scarce because all the ones God sent to you were not good enough. Not good enough because you made them, not good enough. At a given time only the people, you do not want run after you and those you want runaway from you. You know you are beautiful but you can’t seem to lay a hand on a husband. You know you are handsome (even the lady’s man) but you are lonely like the clock’s second hand. It moves alone and when it stops around the minute or hour hand, you know there is trouble. It never seems to have anyone to walk with. Let’s know that our bodies change.