Why do we wish for things we don’t have or might never have? Why do we wish for things that last only for a while and cause more pain than gain? Why do we wish for yellow roses when the red one is the most common or snow to fall when we know we are in Nigeria? Maybe this is what keeps us going or maybe it’s what we call hope. One can never tell which at times, which is perfectly ok! It only gets sore when we beg for the beautiful things of life.

She wasn’t born a beggar, rich kid from a wealthy home with a family name. But oh no! She wanted more; much more than life can offer. Sometimes I wondered what she sought. Could it be the adventure, the danger or the fun? She stood by the corner of the road flagging down flashy cars, men who were ready to spend good cash on cheap girls. I wouldn’t dare say she was cheap; she was a girl with class and taste who with just a phone call can get an even better car brand than the Jeep she sat in.

Men marveled at such rare beauty. Skin so soft, hair so silky like satin and lips so red like the color in the rainbow. She was beautiful with firm figure and curves like the hour glass. I present to you one of God’s creations.

Not so fast with the appraisal. Life is short she said, so live it to the fullest and have no regrets. She felt men were impressed by looks so she would spend hours in front of her mirror adorning herself with precious jewels and flawless makeup. All that had no meaning as it all ended up on the streets begging for men and beckoning for a bed warming. When the morning light creeps in, she’s gone with the wind leaving behind a single rose for the man who shared her bed.

It is foolishness I must say because you can never beg your way to a decent man’s heart. She desires to marry and raise her children I hear and so I laugh in pidgin! Then and only then will her flaws be revealed. All the men you dined with will come after your soul and what will be left will be painful memories and stories untold.

I fear for her children for they will have no father. I fear for her husband for he will have no wife. I fear for her family for she has killed the name but what I fear for most will be her sanity when she realizes she’s lost everything and all the men desire her no more. What great sorrow shall befall ‘Taira’, the beautiful beggar?


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