Ok, so I know I was supposed to write about love as part of our Ghanablogging group on Friday, and I know Saturday was Valentine's day and although I had a lovely Saturday (it included a pancake breakfast, fufu & groundnut soup lunch, dessert at Melting Moments and dinner at Captain Hooks), I can't help but think of all the stories of infidelity I've been hearing lately. It's enough to make any man or woman scared to trust anybody again.
How about the guy who had a regular girlfriend for over a year. She'd come over with him, spend nights at his house, feel comfortable and free there, chat to his cousin who lived with him. Until one day when she shows up unexpectedly and finds framed photos on the walls that she's never seen before, some, of her boyfriend, clearly on his wedding day! With a little help from his cousin she soon realises that he is married, has a wife who works periodically out of Accra, so that every time the wife is on location, all pictures of her (and the baby the girlfriend thought belonged to his cousin) are taken down, only to be put up when wifey is on her way back in to town.
Or what about my former classmates who started getting it on right around revision time for final exams (could that be why he failed? Ooooh, miaow), even though the girl had a fiance for several years? The only shocking thing about that story is that it seems it is only in the past few weeks that her fiance has found out, almost two years after the sordid affair started!
And just this afternoon, I was told of the most classic one yet. A girl who's been keeping two boyfriends (not that either of them knew about the other), gets out of the one guy's bed in a rush one Saturday morning, saying "Wow, I have to go, it's already ten a.m." The boyfriend innocently asks "Why, where are you off to in such a rush on a Saturday morning?"
Her answer?
"My wedding!"
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Monday, 16 February 2009
Thursday, 12 June 2008
Family ties
The gossip grapevine (sorry, that's my sort of news, I can't help it) tells me that Charlotte and Nicola Perrelli (Swedish celebs) are separating. To me, the first thing that came to mind was the huge fight the couple had with Nicola's parents, so that he actually cut himself off from his parents and changed his surname. Don't worry, I'm not going to further disgrace myself by displaying my knowledge of all things unnecessary.
Rather, I'm reminded of something my mum always says: At the end of the day, you only have your family. She's always ensured that us siblings have good relationships with each other and don't let arguments continue, because no matter what, it is only your family that you have for life. Yes, you don't choose your mother, father, sister or brother, but for better or for worse, those are the people you're stuck with for the rest of your life.
I thought of this because I can imagine how strongly Nicola would have fought against his family at the time, thinking "It's me and my wife against them, to hell with them" and now, I wonder what his world will be like when he's broken off from the family he was born into, and suddenly, the family he created has fallen apart.
Part of the charm of life is the fact that you are forced to be raised with a bunch of strangers (really, that's what they are, aren't they?) and you have to aim to make it work because they are the ones who'll give you a kidney or bone marrow when you need it, or simply be the ones you look like, talk like and have relationships with till you die. To make that work is a constant task, but the rewards are amazing. People who come from very close families tend to have a certain confidence, a belief in themselves. If you have close ties, it's like having a backbone that cannot break, no matter what life hits you with, your backbone will keep you standing up.
Although we can create new families with friends and lovers, there is something so unique about sharing DNA with another person, knowing that no fight, no event can break the bond between you.
I can only wonder if Nicola now longs for his family, after the legal bond he thought was unbreakable is showing major cracks.
Rather, I'm reminded of something my mum always says: At the end of the day, you only have your family. She's always ensured that us siblings have good relationships with each other and don't let arguments continue, because no matter what, it is only your family that you have for life. Yes, you don't choose your mother, father, sister or brother, but for better or for worse, those are the people you're stuck with for the rest of your life.
I thought of this because I can imagine how strongly Nicola would have fought against his family at the time, thinking "It's me and my wife against them, to hell with them" and now, I wonder what his world will be like when he's broken off from the family he was born into, and suddenly, the family he created has fallen apart.
Part of the charm of life is the fact that you are forced to be raised with a bunch of strangers (really, that's what they are, aren't they?) and you have to aim to make it work because they are the ones who'll give you a kidney or bone marrow when you need it, or simply be the ones you look like, talk like and have relationships with till you die. To make that work is a constant task, but the rewards are amazing. People who come from very close families tend to have a certain confidence, a belief in themselves. If you have close ties, it's like having a backbone that cannot break, no matter what life hits you with, your backbone will keep you standing up.
Although we can create new families with friends and lovers, there is something so unique about sharing DNA with another person, knowing that no fight, no event can break the bond between you.
I can only wonder if Nicola now longs for his family, after the legal bond he thought was unbreakable is showing major cracks.
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