IN LOVE WITH TWO WOMEN

What is love? Million dollar question! Does love exist? If it exists, does it fade. If it fades, why?
Can you fall in love with two people at the same time?
So many questions.
Love used to be an alien concept to me. I thought it was a ‘Hollywood creation.’ A concept that only existed in the world of theatre.
I’ve only had two girlfriends in my life. But I wasn’t in love with them. I really cared, and tried my best to be a good man. But that was it. No love.
I wasn’t looking for love. I was just looking for compatibility. A woman that I could ‘tolerate,’ because good gracious, women could be such nags. So all-up-in-your-ear. Women are totally unreliable. Oof.
I was looking for a companion when I met Shalewa. She was the exact picture of everything I hate in a girl. Hate at first sight!
She was a neighbor to my friend. She couldn’t be termed pretty but she wasn’t bad either. What I hated about her was her loquaciousness. She had this swagger. Always daring you to go against her. She was too stubborn.
Don’t get me wrong. I dig it when a babe is independent, but she doesn’t have to be obnoxious.
We were always antagonistic towards each other, and I always teased her on end. But gradually, I began to notice that her toughness was just a façade. Deep inside, she was just a good, ambitious girl who was looking for a partner to weather the storms of life.
I began visiting her more often, and my friend soon noticed my sudden affinity for Shalewa’s room.
‘Bros, what’s your mission in that girl’s room. Don’t tell me you are interested in Shalewa. I know that you hate her,’ he said.
‘Man, I think I’m in love with that girl,’ I said.
He laughed so hard that he fell off his chair. ‘Ok…I give it to you. Joke of the century..ha ha..’ he laughed.
‘I’m serious,’ I assured him.
All my friends couldn’t believe it. Later, they began to think it was a phase. ‘He’ll soon come to his senses,’ they whispered behind my back.
But the phase soon assumed permanence, and my love waxed strong.
People felt I could settle for a prettier girl. Truly, Shalewa is simple. She doesn’t usually go for makeup like most girls. But I’m okay with that. She inspires me. She knows just what to say. And I always tease her that she has lived before. She’s so old and wise in her ways.
We dated for three years, and then I met Nancy.
Nancy was the exact opposite of Shalewa. She was incredibly pretty. She was always looking like a beauty queen, and she flaunted it.
She was shallow. Shalewa was deep. She was materialistic. Shalewa was motherly and supportive.
She was an incurable flirt. I met her at a picture studio.
She had posed for over one million pictures already, and she was still gearing for more.
‘Wow. You’re really into pictures.’ I said.
“Yeah…obviously,’ she threw it back at me. ‘Do you have a problem with that?’
‘No I love it.’

I became friends with her, and I discovered that she was hopelessly materialistic. Even Nancy’s smile had a price. If you wanted to see her smile, you had to buy her something.
My head told me to look away, but my heart…..pulled me in deeper.
I began spending heavily on her. Whereas Shalewa never demanded, Nancy always wanted something. We were always going to clubs, malls, eateries, boutiques, cinemas…you name
One day I said to her. ‘Nancy, I think I’m going to be a great actor. Perhaps, I should enroll in a drama school.’
‘Drama school? Are you out of it? How much will they pay you there?’ she asked.
‘The pay is not immediate. It has more to do with my future,’ I said.
‘The future will take care of itself. I care about now. I need to look good, and since you’re my boyfriend, you’ll be the one to pay for it.’ She said.
I couldn’t believe myself when I said, ‘Sure baby.’

The problem is I’m in love with Nancy, even though my head tells me she’s not good wife material. I’ve tried to forget about her, but after some time my thoughts return to her. I must confess, I’m hooked.
I’m still in love with Shalewa, my first love. But now I’m beginning to notice her beauty (or lack of it). Shalewa is ready to work with me to build a good future, but Nancy is only interested in money and the present.
How do I keep myself from falling in love with her. I’ve tried everything I can. Please help me. Or should I tell Shalewa?

THIS YEAR……………………I’M DOING ME!

I dropped the habit of making new year resolutions a long time ago. It really was fun, and I must admit that the beginning of a new year infuses me with giddy feelings, but then, if I can’t implement resolutions in August, what gives me the belief that I will see to its logical conclusion in January?
There is no such thing as a fast or slow year! From time immemorial, time has always had the same length. An hour lasts for all of sixty minutes, and nothing more. It never moves at a faster pace.
The reason why we sometimes feel that a year is fast or slow is the level and tempo of activities that go on through the year.
In other words, if you have a fast year, it simply means that you have engaged in a lot of activities that have kept you busy; and on the other hand, if you’ve been bugged down by the tyranny of a slow year, it simply implies that you haven’t been busy enough.
Every January, we feel renewed, and ready to take on the world. Our eyes are only open to vast oppourtunities, and our hearts beat with infectious enthusiasm for the exploits we would embark on in the infant and innocent year; but as the year moves on, and leaves its placenta behind, we begin to get disillusioned, perhaps because the resolutions begin to seem like fairy tales. We gradually slip back to the level we were in before the new year, or even worse in some instances.
This year, I’m avoiding that pitfall. I’ve not made any resolutions this year, even though I have a very strong and potent belief that this year is going to be a pretty wonderful year for me. Rather, I have made DECISIONS.
This year, I’ve decided to appreciate my family more, because truly, they are the ones I trust the most. In this cold and treacherous life, trust is a very scarce commodity, so I’m going to stick close to my family in 2011.
This year, I’m going to do my best for my friends. I’m going to lend a helping hand to my buddies whenever they need it whether they ask for it or not, because as I rightly wrote in my book, TOWN CRIER, a friend becomes a friend in deed only in times of trouble and great need.
This year, I’m going to appreciate and recognize my fans more. As an entertainer, I realize that despite the plethora of gifts and talents I have, I am nothing without my super fans (no, scratch that, and make it MEGAFANS). My megafans are the ones to decide whether I will sell a million books, a thousand, or just a copy.
This year, I’m going to shut out the critics. Those fools who can’t do shit, but still get malaria of the mouth, and yap about how I’m not getting it right.
I’m still going to write something about critics, but I just want to advise you, quickly, to confine the voices of critics to where they rightly belong: the trash bin.
Everybody has critics, and most times, these critics distract us from pursuing our goals, and succeed in getting us to focus on less important things.
This year, put on a large smile, and happily tell your critics to SHUT UP AND GO TO HELL. Forget about them, and pay more attention to ‘sincere encouragers’ who praise youwhen you do something right, and correct you when you’re not on track.
This year, I’m going to continue on the journey of discovering myself and introducing myself to the world.
I strongly believe that I am a blessing to Nigeria, and that the world will miss a lot if I do not unleash my potentials on them.
This year, I’ve decided that I’m not going to the grave with my dreams and visions. I’ve resolved that I’m going to die empty when the time comes(still a long time away, I pray).
This year, I’m not going to run away from love, but I will take it easy.
This year, I will be more serious with my education, because as the say IT IS THE BEST LEGACY.
This year, I will be on easy mode. I will give bullshit to those who give me bullshit. I’ll show love to people who care about me, and I will dislike those who hate me.
This year, I’m doing me.
This year, get in tune with your God given potential, and bless us with your uniqueness.
This year, NEVER COMPARE YOURSELF WITH ANYBODY BECAUSE YOUR STRENGHT LIES IN YOUR UNIQUENESS.
This year, do you, do you, and do you. I can assure you that God no go vex. And if man vex? Who cares!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!