Hmmm This is a short story by a Friend name Ugboja Felix
Ojonugwa, so inspiring and i have decided to share it. Its a Satire and it goes like this....
"What is even so special
about all these hair they are wearing everywhere?"
Zubby couldn't stop
wondering.
He has been married to Lucy
for four years now, after their five years courtship ended up in a mutually
accepted matrimony. Some of their friends, especially Uju thinks that they
married each other because of the sweet consonant sound produced by the
combination of their both names.
'LucyZubby'
That was the very catchy
inscription on those china made rubber buckets. Their wedding souvenir which
was even meant for only those who bought the 'Aso-ebi'. Others were given
rubber spoons I heard. Am not sure.
After four years, their marriage
has become conflicted by many in ordinances. If you might want to call it that.
But they are really causing serious problems.
Of late, nothing repulse
Zubby more than the several kinds of hairdo Lucy would want to wear every other
two week.
Zubby have tried to be accommodative,
in spite of the social discrimination that a married woman without any fruit of
the womb would face after four years from the family of her husband. Zubby still
stood by lucy.
"You keep fuming every
time about the hair I make"
"Yes, there are too many
of them, and..."
"But I don't use your
money. I make these hairstyles from my own purse"
Lucy has grown from a reserve
lady she used to be to a recalcitrant twerp. She has no room for self righteous
people who thinks they possess the right to ascribe social norms especially for
women. People who think they can teach others how to dress, what to wear and
when to wear it.
"Maybe it is from all
those Chimamanda's novels you have been reading. I heard she talks about
women's hair, and what they should wear. Go ahead, but don't border me
anymore". Lucy warned.
Like every other issue in
their home, Zubby likes to attach a political interpretation.
"I don't blame you. I
know all these is happening because the present government has allowed the
influx of all these smelly Brazilian and Lebanese hairs into this country. Not
that we don't already have enough Lebanese here''
"Who cares? And that is
the same reason why I would still vote for this President" Lucy replied.
Zubby doesn't want the
current President to return. He believes in the discipline of the candidate of
the opposition party.
"By the time Buhari
wins, am sure he would impound all these Lebanese hairs everywhere that our
women, including my own very wife is glorifying and replacing with their God
given hairs".
Their home is ever steaming
with 'bants and rants'. Sometimes Lucy would become so angry she would refuse
to cook. And Zubby would go outside. To see Hamza. His friend and a supporter
of the opposition party.
"Hamza, wollahi
sometimes I can't even identify or should I say categorize my wife. With the
kind of different hair she makes. Sometimes she's not fine at all, sometimes
fine, and sometimes too fine"
"Haba Zubby, are you
telling me you don't know if your wife is beautiful?''
"Hamza! I know she's is
very beautiful. And that's why I married her. Of course among other reasons.
But sometimes, with all these Lebanese hairs she wears, she transforms into a
rainbow or sometimes a chameleon."
"My brother Zubby,
that's is why we have to vote out this government. They call it transformation
government. Everything is transforming into surprises. Kuma I can not feel any
transformation in my account balance."
"Exactly what I told my
wife. We will vote them out and bring back the glory days when our women used
to braid and weave their natural hair."
After meeting with Hamza.
Zubby returns home to meet with lucy who seemed excited watching the television
alone.
The television station was
showing some of the achievements of the government. New railway, Agricultural
reforms and More women in power. With most of the women wearing Brazilian hairs,
smiling and waving at the excited crowd.
Zubby was incensed.
"Lucy, we are no longer
going to be talking to each other until the elections have come and gone.
Because I know I would be very happy after the elections when my favorite
candidate has won."
"Zubby, I would no
longer cook for you until after the election when I would be very happy after
my favorite candidate has won."
Whatever punishment Zubby and
Lucy wants to impose on themselves, it is left for the outcome of the elections
to decide if it would continue.
But amids all these, the
greatest tragedy is that neither Zubby nor Lucy has a PVC.
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