THE gods are not to blame.

[Pure confessions of a hypothetical sister gone sober]
Sincerely , I do not blame the God of time for a lack of husband or a set of difficulty in finding or keeping a date,
At 25+, I look back and I say what if,
When I look back through the hands of time and the joyful memories, left to me now I ask myself a very sincere question?
The last person I intend to lie to is myself though,
What was at the top of my priority list when I was young and tender?[when I was 16-18+],
A time my skin was as firm as a rubber band, and my whole being as succulent as a pumpkin from a royal pumpkin tree,
And remember!, no additives involved then!!,
Boys my age with fairy tale hopes asking me to marry them and alight,
Men much older and matured, proposing to a diamond in the dark,
Men and boys all in a seemingly endless journey of wooing a priceless work of art,
The thrill and fun that came along being clamored around intensified and I was beginning to think it will never end,
And at that time I had a list of my greatest priorities, neatly folded and tucked beneath my boundless heart,
As for the innocent proposers, it was either he was too short or too tall or just too cute for my liking dad,
And after all, marriage against my western induced will in the 21st century!?, that’s utterly silly dad,
Higher education and western influenced independence was all I yearn for inside silently though,
Marriage at this point to me is portrayed as being a burden which will tie my hands down and deprive my independence [babies and university!!!?]
Establishing a promising career was all I yearned for,
Financial independence is all I foresee,
All had to wait till I had my fill,
My biological clock would not stop ticking though, and my skin would not stop sagging as I grew older,
The natural allure and sharpness of my succulent skin is all but a mirage now,
Now I am plagued by enormous cost of maintenance, new gel, new soap, latest wears,
And now I look back at it all and say to myself silently,
Whatever was at the top of my priority list then should have waited,
Today, I do not want to blame the God of time,
For the God of time gave me a chance at a tender age,
this chance I thought would last a lifetime,
Indeed the gods are not to blame.
Muhammad Tijjani Nakande is a freelance writer, wrote in from the university of Maiduguri, borno State, Nigeria.[2008]