With trembling fingers, she dialed his number.
On third ring, someone picked the reciever on the other side.
“Yes?” It was a deep, inspiring masculine sound.
“Hello, this is Deeva Rizvi. Can I please talk to Mr. Aariz Ali?”
There was a breif pause on the other side, and then the same voice spoke again.
“I’m Aariz. What can I do for you?”
“Oh hi sir. How are you?”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
“We met last week in All-Pakistan poetry function. Do you remember?”
Silence.
“I’m sorry miss. I don’t really remember, there were thousands of poeple there.”
His expression tone bathed her in the rain of disappointment.
“Oh, well, I’m from an all-women magazine ‘FeMag’. I wanted to contact you for an interview.”
“Oh, I see.” He sighed deeply. “Then I hope you have not forgotten
what I’ve explained to everyone earlier. I don’t really give interviews
to anyone.”
“Can I ask why?” Deeba asked back.
There was a brief silence on the other side, then he stated.
“I don’t do poetry for media or to get famous. I do it for myself.”
“Sir, this interview won’t make you more famous than you already are.”
“Then?” His voice felt expressionless. “What’s the purpose of this interview then?”
She wanted to say ‘just to know more about you’ but caught her lip just in time.
“Just to ask your comments about other poets and to know your views
for advancement of modern poetry in Pakistan. It will help us alot sir.”
“Help for what?”
” As you sure know, the ground where the young Pakistani generation
stands right now, only crazy about music, movies and stuff. Most of them
have no interest for literature and poetry. However, you do represent
young generation and your opinions and views might invoke some good
interest in young people.” Deeba tried her best to convince him.
“I avoid people from media like plague.”
“Still sir, I would say don’t say ‘no’.” She pleaded.
“Where’re you from?” He asked.
“Sir please, I request, I beg you. This would be the first and last time. I came from Dubai only for this interview……
“Listen lady, whoever you’re, I just don’t……..
“Please, don’t disappoint me. I am sincere, I am honest, and it’s not
something for commercial purposes. And believe me, it would be
something totally confidential. We do care about people’s rights.”
Deeba didn’t know what gave her so much confidence and courage to argue with him so strongly.
“And if you’d want, I will keep most things ‘off the record’. What else do you need?” She tried her last weapon.
“Then I’d like to know why a young lady journalist from a new
magazine is so much interested in this ‘off the record’ interview?” His
voice was very sensational.
“I’ve told you the reason sir. But I won’t insist again mow. I’m sorry if I took your precious time.” Deeba said disappointedly.
He took a long, tired breath then agreed.
“Alright. We’ll meet today, six p.m. sharp. My address is……” He told her his address.
“Thank you so much sir. You don’t know how happy I am.”
“But lady, you’d be disappointed.”
“Worry not sir.” Deeba smiled and added.
“I’ll be privileged.”
Deeba put down the reciever and breathed a sigh of relief. Aariz Ali
had agreed to see her at six today, and if she was lucky, it was now
time for her dream to come true.
At first she had rejected Sheeba’s idea about meeting him. But after
long careful.thinking, she concluded that this was the only possible
option available. After all, what else could she do?
She knew she was lying for the first time and it was not a very
ethical thing to do, but she thought this was her first and last chance
to meet him.
She looked at her watch. It was too early to leave. With a cursory glancr at a mirror, she left her room for lunch.
An hour later she was back in her room, looking through her cloths and trying to decide what to wear for her meeting with Aariz.
What sort of man was Aariz Ali?
Ofcourse he’s supposed to like modern kind of girls, who are brave,
out-going and capable of moving in the society. Her hand stopped at a
mauve silk shilwar suit and taking it out, she held it against herself
and looked in the mirror. Smiling at her own choice, she left to take a
quick shower.
Once she was ready and prepared to leave, thoughts of him emerged again like an unwanted rain.
How would he behave and reacg? Would he allow her to ask some personal questions?
Stop thinking of it, she once again admired her reflection in the
mirror. Armed with every weapon of female beauty, it was just an
appropriate time for her ‘attack’.
Giving final touches to her lipstick, she took her purse and moved forward.
But she was not prepared for the sight she came across when she
finally reached near his house. Ofcourse from the address he’d given
her, she knew unlike other pakistani poets, he belonged to financially
well off class but she’d not thought that he’d be a super rich man.
His house was a sprawling mansion perched on a cliff overlooking the
Arabian sea, and it was too damned big for one single, solitary man, as
she’d heard of him.
Upon introducing herself, the guard let her go inside and a servant guided her toward the dinning room.
Nervous as a school girl being summoned to the head, Deeba walked into a beautiful and luxurious dinning room.
Two minutes later, she was waiting for him. A smile on her beautifully curved mouth couldn’t hide the nervousness in her.
With dark make-up and lipstick, she had tried her best to appear elder and mature, but her features seemed to reveal the secret.
She was nervous, really nervous. To relax herself, she threw a glance around to see her surroundings.
The dinning room was formal, lit by two shimmering crystal
chandeliers, and there were french doors opening into a garden filled
with pink, white scarlet and lavender rhododendrons and English roses.
The walls of the massive library were lines with handcrafted shelves and
the fireplaces on the first floor were all large and traditional. Thick
wall-to-wall persian carpets covered all floors.
Yes, the place was too big and fancy.
The sound of door opening brought her back to her senses, and she looked up as he emerged.
She rose like an automatic robot to greet him.
“Oh, hi…..hi sir.” Her nervousness increased.
“Please.” He waved her to a sofa and sat down at his easy chair.
He first raised his eyes and then turned his face to see a tall,
willowy girl with long, black hair and a Miss World body. He had not
actually thrown a “detailed” look at her, but the way she was exposing
herself told the whole story at first sight.
“So?” He asked.
She tried to say something but her voice completely failed. Clearing her throat, she tried again.
“I….I called you this afternoon for an interview.” Gaining her courage, she looked at him finally.
He looked more attractive and impressive than before. Wearing simple,
plain white shirt, with sleeves rolled up to his elbows and dark grey
pants, he didn’t look formal but yet so different. He was wearing those
glasses which gave him that brainy intellectual look. He reminded her of
those mature librarians that look absolutely beautiful when they have
their glasses on.
She never really liked men with glasses but this man. Well, he truly
was an exception in every department. Glasses suited him and matched his
personlity, giving him a genuine intellectual look and sophisticated,
noble touch.
With a mind-shattering fragrance emitting from his body, he was capable of attracting females thriugh their nostrils.
She instantly liked him with all her might.
No doubt, he was a man to inspire poetry.
“So, you have started this magazine or what!” He said, contrary amusement glimmering his eyes.
She noted, he had eyes with hypotinizing powers.
“Not me” She replied as her breaths turned to normal. “I just work there as a journalist. I am not the owner.”
“I see.” He folded his arms across his chest. While sitting, he did
not look very tall, but he sure had an above-average height. His jaw was
square and his face looked clean and neat with nicely cut black hair.
“May I ask your magazine’s name?”
“Oh sure, why not. Actually, I came from the monthly female magazine ‘FeMag’!”
“Interesting!” He sighed. His facial features relaxed some more. “Never heard of it though.”
“Actually, we publish it from Dubai, and it’s been only a couple of months since we started it.”
“Aha. Sounds good!” Mild amusement flickered in his eyes.
“So what do you want to ask?”
Oh yes. That is why she was here. What did she want to ask? Had she
thought about it? She was supposed to take his ‘detailed’ interview here
and yet her mind seemed totally blank at the moment.
She thought and thought but unfortunately, no appropriate question came to her mind.
“Well?” He asked abruptly, his deep-set dark eyes narrowing as he regarded her.
“Okay, for the starters, let me ask you something while you think about your ‘interview’ questions.” He said.
“S….sure.” She stammered.
“Who’s your favorite English or American movie star?”
She thought she didn’t hear him correctly.
It was her, who had to take his intervies, but the first question came from his side.
“Well…..Mel Gibson, Brad Pitt and Kevin Costner. Why?”
“Good.” He said without much expression and asked his next question. “And your favorite Indian actors?”
“Oh yes, Shahrukh is cool, and Salman Khan too. He is quite a hunk I think.”
“Sorry I have this bad memory.” He continued. “Would you mind telling me the name of Shahrukh’s last movie?”
“Yes why not, it was Great.” She answered evenly.
“And the last war in which our Holy Prophet fought himself?” He inquired again.
“What?”
She couldn’t believe if she’d heard him correctly.
“Tough one? Ok. Leave it. Tell me any four essential principles of islam.”
And then it occured to her that, perhaps all the rumors she heard about him being mentally abnormal were true.
She opened her purse, and with trembling fingers, she brought a tissue out and wiped off the sweat from her forehead.
“Which are the longest and shortest soorah of Quran?” Perhaps, he was determined to make her feel ashamed of herself.
On his last question she felt like she was going to be buried alive at any second.
He gave her few minutes to gather her mind and waited for her response.
But when no answer came from her, he shrugged his shoulders.
“Disappointed, I am.”
He said, and gave a long sigh before going on.
“Now it’s your turn to ask questions.”
“Sir……I…..I was not prepared for all this.” Words took great effort to come out of her mouth finally.
“Are these question some kind of examination questions so you’d need
preparatiin for them?” He said, looking at her with some hint of grief
in his eyes.
“Do you pray?” Perhaps he was determined to go to the final extent today.
‘No….no. I mean not regularly.” She .replied thickly.
“But you do eat regularly, right? You do sleep regularly; you do watch TV regualarly.” He smiled slowly but sarcastically.
“Anyway. It’s your personal matter, I’m not supposed to ask such
questions.” He breath then said. “So have you made your mind to ask some
questions now?”
Deeba nearly sighed aloud with relief.
She looked at him with pure shame in her eyes and brought out a small
tape-recorder out of her purse and kept it on the nearby table.
After pressing its ‘record’ button, she turned to face him once again.
“Before you begin…..” He raised his hand, although he kept his voice low.
“I want to make it clear that I won’t answer any questions related to my personal, private life.”
“I’d start from poetry. If you don’t mind?” She asked as if she wanted his permission to proceed.
He was silent. Taking his silence as his permission, she asked her first question.
To Be Continued…
Tuesday, 9 August 2016
Must Read: The Silent Lover… Part 10
“Did you see his smile?” Deeba asked, as they prepared for the sleep that night.
“Many times he didn’t smile at all. But when he did, it was….so wonderful, so mysterious.”
“He’s frigid like ice.”Sheeba said, teasing, as she turned the light off and climbed into her bed.
“Well, he’s frozen fire.” Deeba smiled confidently, pulling her blanketbup to her chin.
“He’s very stubborn.” Sheeba said, yawning.
“Umm, I believe he is very determined.” Deeba said, smiling.
“I really love the way he smokes, keeping a long and regular interval between smokes. I just adore the way he keeps the cigarette between his long, slender fingers.”
“How do you know that he smokes?” Sheeba inquired.
“I saw him somking in the end.”
“So? What’s so different about him?” Sheeba turned towards her sister to face her. Their beds were placed side by side so that they could easily talk to each other.
“I suppose there’s nothing typucal in him…..I…I just loves the way he talks,” Deeba told her. “So slowly, in a deep, low voice. His voice feels abosolutely wonderful, smooth as silk. He’s so calm, so patient, and nothing flirtatious about him. He’s not like sexually frustrated guys of today.” Deeba left her sentence unfinished only to release a long breath and added.
“Sober, decent, and mature guys like him have always been my ideal. Such men who never lose their temper and are miles away from vulgar and cheap jokes, nothing ‘teenage’ about them.”
“Is he really your ideal?” Sheeba asked sleepily.
“Yes, no doubt I like mature guys like Aariz who have nothing ‘teenage’ about them, you know. So sober, so calm, so man. I wonder if he ever gets angry or impatient. I’m sure he never loses his temper. I love the way he talks, admire the style he walks and adore the way he breathes, even the way he sleeps.”
“Deeba?” Sheeba glared at her sister, doubting her present mental condition. “I’m sure you’ve gone completely crazy.”
“Why?” Deeba smiled dreamily. “What makes you think so?”
“Have you ever seen him sleeping?” Have you ever felt him breathing?” Sherba asked angrily.
“Yes, in dreams.” She closed her eyes, like she was talking in sleep.
At first Sheeba didn’t know what to say.
“Do you really like him that much?” Sheeba asked, completely suprised.
“Even more than that.”
Sheeba threw one last look at her sister’s face then closed her eyes. “I had no idea you like him so much.”
“What’s wrong with that Sheeba?”
Sheeba took a long sigh then said, “I’m sorry to inform you sister but you’re just having your first crush. That’s all.”
In her remark, Deeba burst out laughing.
“Well sister, no comments.” Deeba said, smiling.
“Yeah, you don’t have to comment about what I already know.” Sheeba turned her head away.
“And now please let me get some sleep. Will you? It’s been a really tired day for me. For God’s sake don’t spoil my sleep like the way you have your own. Ok?”
Deeba didn’t answer. She just continued to think about what was really bothering her since time she’d returned from the poetry fuction. It was something she wanted to neglect, wished to ignore but couldn’t.
For minutes she tried to put her feet into the beautiful valley of sleep but it would not come so easily.
Frustrated and worried for some unknown reason, she shook the shoulder of her sleeping sister.
“Sheeba?”
“Sheeba”
“Uh….uh…”Sheeba looked at her with half-closed eyes. “Yeah? What’s the problem?”
“I am going to meet him. I just have to meet him.”
“What the…..” Anger gripped Sheeba with it’s full strength.
“Are you crazy or what Deeba?” Sheeba put in, giving her a hard look. “It’s quater past two a.m. and you wake me up only to talk about ‘him’ again?
Deeba said nothing but just chewed her lower lip. Sheeba saw there were tears in her eyes. Her expression softened as she saw her beloved sister’s helpless face. It was true that she really loved her elder sister and she could do anything to make her happy but at the same time Deeba’s emotional and somewhat ‘childish’ attitude was something she did not like much.
“Look Deeba,” She began. “I know you really want to meet him and want to know more about him. But it’s not that simple and easy. He’s not an ordinary person. Plus, we really don’t know him as a person.
“But he gave us his phone number.” Deeba said eagerly.
“Okay, with which reference you’d want to meet him?”
“I’d say; I’m your greatest fan.” Deeba suggested.
Sheeba laughed. “That would be the cheapest excuse to meet him. I’m sure he must be getting such calls day and night, and surely, he’s not going to meet every fan of his.”
“Then?”
“Let me think,” Sheeba said thoughtfully, sleep miles away from her eyes now. “The question is that how will you meet him? I mean he’s so busy. You don’t find him here and there every day.”
“That’s why I disturbed your sleep and I’m sorry for that but I think you’re the only one who can give me some solution for this problem.” Deeba said with pure hope in her eyes.
Sheeba just stared at her face then lowered her head, combing her fingers through her shoulder-lenght hair.
“Well, I’ve got an idea.” She said meaningfully.
“Really? What’s that?” Deeba yelled in excitement.
“Please, keep your voice down. Don’t disturb mom and dad’s sleep now.”
“Tell me about your idea.” Deeba’s voice became a mere whisper now.
“Just wait and see.” Sheeba told her mysteriously, her eyes twinkling with naughty luster. I’d tell you in the morning. Now don’t worry and let’s see if all the things go in our favour.”
“Are you sure it will work?”
“Not sure, but it’s a pretty good one. I hope it should, and pray that it will.” Smiling one last time, Sheeba went back to her bed.
Deeba breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.
“You know Sheeba, you’re mother of all “ideals” Deeba giggled weakly, but unexpectly she heard Sheeba’s voice from the other side of the dark room.
“And after all, you’re mother of all ‘ideals’.”
To Be Continued…
“Many times he didn’t smile at all. But when he did, it was….so wonderful, so mysterious.”
“He’s frigid like ice.”Sheeba said, teasing, as she turned the light off and climbed into her bed.
“Well, he’s frozen fire.” Deeba smiled confidently, pulling her blanketbup to her chin.
“He’s very stubborn.” Sheeba said, yawning.
“Umm, I believe he is very determined.” Deeba said, smiling.
“I really love the way he smokes, keeping a long and regular interval between smokes. I just adore the way he keeps the cigarette between his long, slender fingers.”
“How do you know that he smokes?” Sheeba inquired.
“I saw him somking in the end.”
“So? What’s so different about him?” Sheeba turned towards her sister to face her. Their beds were placed side by side so that they could easily talk to each other.
“I suppose there’s nothing typucal in him…..I…I just loves the way he talks,” Deeba told her. “So slowly, in a deep, low voice. His voice feels abosolutely wonderful, smooth as silk. He’s so calm, so patient, and nothing flirtatious about him. He’s not like sexually frustrated guys of today.” Deeba left her sentence unfinished only to release a long breath and added.
“Sober, decent, and mature guys like him have always been my ideal. Such men who never lose their temper and are miles away from vulgar and cheap jokes, nothing ‘teenage’ about them.”
“Is he really your ideal?” Sheeba asked sleepily.
“Yes, no doubt I like mature guys like Aariz who have nothing ‘teenage’ about them, you know. So sober, so calm, so man. I wonder if he ever gets angry or impatient. I’m sure he never loses his temper. I love the way he talks, admire the style he walks and adore the way he breathes, even the way he sleeps.”
“Deeba?” Sheeba glared at her sister, doubting her present mental condition. “I’m sure you’ve gone completely crazy.”
“Why?” Deeba smiled dreamily. “What makes you think so?”
“Have you ever seen him sleeping?” Have you ever felt him breathing?” Sherba asked angrily.
“Yes, in dreams.” She closed her eyes, like she was talking in sleep.
At first Sheeba didn’t know what to say.
“Do you really like him that much?” Sheeba asked, completely suprised.
“Even more than that.”
Sheeba threw one last look at her sister’s face then closed her eyes. “I had no idea you like him so much.”
“What’s wrong with that Sheeba?”
Sheeba took a long sigh then said, “I’m sorry to inform you sister but you’re just having your first crush. That’s all.”
In her remark, Deeba burst out laughing.
“Well sister, no comments.” Deeba said, smiling.
“Yeah, you don’t have to comment about what I already know.” Sheeba turned her head away.
“And now please let me get some sleep. Will you? It’s been a really tired day for me. For God’s sake don’t spoil my sleep like the way you have your own. Ok?”
Deeba didn’t answer. She just continued to think about what was really bothering her since time she’d returned from the poetry fuction. It was something she wanted to neglect, wished to ignore but couldn’t.
For minutes she tried to put her feet into the beautiful valley of sleep but it would not come so easily.
Frustrated and worried for some unknown reason, she shook the shoulder of her sleeping sister.
“Sheeba?”
“Sheeba”
“Uh….uh…”Sheeba looked at her with half-closed eyes. “Yeah? What’s the problem?”
“I am going to meet him. I just have to meet him.”
“What the…..” Anger gripped Sheeba with it’s full strength.
“Are you crazy or what Deeba?” Sheeba put in, giving her a hard look. “It’s quater past two a.m. and you wake me up only to talk about ‘him’ again?
Deeba said nothing but just chewed her lower lip. Sheeba saw there were tears in her eyes. Her expression softened as she saw her beloved sister’s helpless face. It was true that she really loved her elder sister and she could do anything to make her happy but at the same time Deeba’s emotional and somewhat ‘childish’ attitude was something she did not like much.
“Look Deeba,” She began. “I know you really want to meet him and want to know more about him. But it’s not that simple and easy. He’s not an ordinary person. Plus, we really don’t know him as a person.
“But he gave us his phone number.” Deeba said eagerly.
“Okay, with which reference you’d want to meet him?”
“I’d say; I’m your greatest fan.” Deeba suggested.
Sheeba laughed. “That would be the cheapest excuse to meet him. I’m sure he must be getting such calls day and night, and surely, he’s not going to meet every fan of his.”
“Then?”
“Let me think,” Sheeba said thoughtfully, sleep miles away from her eyes now. “The question is that how will you meet him? I mean he’s so busy. You don’t find him here and there every day.”
“That’s why I disturbed your sleep and I’m sorry for that but I think you’re the only one who can give me some solution for this problem.” Deeba said with pure hope in her eyes.
Sheeba just stared at her face then lowered her head, combing her fingers through her shoulder-lenght hair.
“Well, I’ve got an idea.” She said meaningfully.
“Really? What’s that?” Deeba yelled in excitement.
“Please, keep your voice down. Don’t disturb mom and dad’s sleep now.”
“Tell me about your idea.” Deeba’s voice became a mere whisper now.
“Just wait and see.” Sheeba told her mysteriously, her eyes twinkling with naughty luster. I’d tell you in the morning. Now don’t worry and let’s see if all the things go in our favour.”
“Are you sure it will work?”
“Not sure, but it’s a pretty good one. I hope it should, and pray that it will.” Smiling one last time, Sheeba went back to her bed.
Deeba breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.
“You know Sheeba, you’re mother of all “ideals” Deeba giggled weakly, but unexpectly she heard Sheeba’s voice from the other side of the dark room.
“And after all, you’re mother of all ‘ideals’.”
To Be Continued…
Must Read: The Silent Lover… Part 9
As his name was announced Sheeba released her breath, which she had
held for so long but at the same time her sister forgot to respire. With
ten thousand poeple and twenty thousand clapping hands, he emerged from
somwhere. To many it all looked like a dream, as at first, no one was
able to see from where he was rising or where he really was but
suddenly, he was on stage in a flash, in seconds, swiftly and quickly.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s him.” Deeba could just say two words.
“He doesn’t look like a poet at all, although he is someone we can become poets for.” A middle-aged woman said, totally stunned.
“He looks like some model or some movie star.” Another girl gasped.
“So, how’s my suprise?” Sheeba asked proudly. “He’s really something, isn’t he?”
Deeba had formed picture of him in her mind: a dry looking, over-mature, bookworm kind of guy. But ahead of her was no such man.
Not very tall, but above-average in height, this strongly built man in his late twenties, with his dark black hair and piercing jet eyes, was far above the image she had formed of him earlier. She had seen many good-looking men, but never one quite so handsome and charismatic.
His built was impressive, his white Pakistani shilwar suit looked perfect on him. His styled, shiny black hair fit nicely into his boyish charm……smooth, acne free face. His eyes were mesmerizing, his mouth tempting. He wore thin, fine, neatly framed glasses, which looked very suitable in his face giving him a sober, intellectual touch.
“What a sweet guy.” A mature lady in her early thirties exclaimed with interest.
“He is revolutionary.” A middle-aged man said, stunned.
In a hushed voice, one woman said “How handsome.”
In an equally hushed voice, the other agreed, adding, “And how graceful.”
Getting into the middle of the huge stage, he took the mic in his hand and took a few breaths before the first few words came out of his mouth.
Finally, after few seconds, which seemed like hours, his lips trembled and so dis many of the hearts there. “Thanks so much for your applause, and your appreciation.” His voice was manly and masculine, his accent traditional and his tone smooth.
“I want to let you know that I don’t deserve all this attention and love. I’m very much sinner and lost-in-my-own-self kind of man.” He said in a deep, heavy voice.
“What’s he saying?” A girl asked, confused.
“That’s how he is.” Her companion replied.
“I’m sorry if you are not much pleased with what I’d say but it’s true that I live in my own world. A world I never want to climb out of. I have my own laws, rules and principles for myself and I don’t care what others would say or think of me.” His voice was even, very impressuve and effective at the same time.
“You may call me proud, you can say I’m rude, arrogant or whatever but it’s true that, that’s how I want to live and that’s what I am. I won’t take much of your expensive tine. So here is something, which I wrote recently. My promise, which I’m very much, obliged to fulfill. My latest poem….. The title is “My Ideal woman.”
He stopped for what seemed like an endless moment. He put a detailed stare at the massive audience all around him. There was a complete pin drop silence everywhere. Eyes were fully open; mouths completely closed, hearts beating in suspense, minds racing with anticipation.
Down to earth but is like sky
With a powerfuk sound system and echo equipment, his voice felt miraculous to everyone sitting there.
Down to eart but is like sky
He repeated the first sentence of his poem, creating a delicate yet intense effect of thrill and suspense.
That wax-soft girl is rock-like
His voice becamd a mere whisper as he completed he first stanza. With that, it felt like the place and event reached its climax. The ear-bursting and heart-shattering sounds of clapping, whistles and admiration didn’t give much chance to Deeba to exclaim the big ‘wow’ she wanted to convey to him.
Countless camera flashes and sparkling lights were on him as he read. No doubg, at the moment, he was the center of all the attention and every attraction.
Hidden within my heart for so long
She is like a host in my heart
As he read in his wonderful voice, it seemed like everyone there had turned to stone, frozeb at the place.
For many, nothing existed in this world but his impressuve, attractive voice. For them, nothing else mattered at the moment but this man who was reading his poem so sensationally.
In the journey, step by step along with me
She is like a milestone towards the destinations
In the hot, thorny journey of my life
She is like shelter beneath the sunny sky
My hope is weak as a drowning boat in the sea
The presence of her being is like sail
Whenever hardships make me frustrated
Just one glance of hers make me content
Though she’s in front of me, breathing and alive
Still it feels like she’s a mirage
Throwing one last glance at the audiences, he finished his poem and slowly, left his place.
It took some moments for thousands of audiences to realize that he had finished reading, as they were still lost in trance of his voice and mesmerizing beauty of his words.
And then, they clapped their greetings and admiration in the most powerful way.
As expected, his most recent poem had become a ‘block buster.’
As soon as he got off the stage, press photographers and journalists raced behind him, each trying his best to catch him before anyone else could.
“Mr. Aariz Ali, no doubt you’re the most favorite poet of young generation at present. How do you feel about it?” A lady reporter asked quickly and desperately.
“A bilingual poet, we never saw anyone who can create such wonderful poetry both in Urdu and English. Where did you learn it from?” Another press reporter pushed the other to ask his question.
Ignoring all the lights and voices, he left them behind, never paying attention to anyone.
He was almost about to open the door of his car when something happened.
“Mr. Aariz, just a minute.” Came a distant feminine call.
There was something particular in this sound that made him stop his feet.
He turned and saw two young girls walking towards him with quick steps.
When they reached him, he saw that one of them was panting heavily.
“I am Deeba. Deeba Rizvi. This is my sister, Sheeba” One of them introduced, she looked older of the two.
Aariz looked from one to the other.
This teenage girl had a round face, black eyes and straight braid that hung over her shoulder, almost to her waist.
He just raised his head a little. She saw the corners of his lips spread slightly, like not giving permission to his lips to open in a complete smile.
His large, black eyes peered at the sisters through neat and well-finished wire-rimmed glasses perched on the middle of what could be called as a perfect male nose.
They couldn’t say a word, mouth agape; Deeba stared at him with fascination.
“Ummm?” He moved his head questioningly.
“It’s been so nice meeting you and listening to you.” She said with a tiny, wistful sigh, like she was still in a trance.
“Precious ladies,” He said with a sober smile, adding kindly, “the pleasure is all mine. Is there anything I can do for you girls?”
“So much!” Deeba said. Words left her mouth automatically. “Well….I mean, I have to ask so much!”
“I’m afraid, I don’t have much time right now.”
“Sir please, can’t you give us few minutes? We really need to talk to you.” Deeba asked with hopeful anticipation.
“Mr. Aariz, the thing is that my sister is really crazy about you, and believe me she thinks of nothing but you, day and night.
Shocked, pale, confused and annoyed at the embarrassing position Sheeba had put her in, Deeba glared at her just long enough to let her know that she’d deal with her once they are alone.
He wanted to refuse, he wished to ignore, but therr was something in the eyes of this innocent-looking girl, which made him think twice before answering her.
“Alright, you may have my contact number. I’d see if I can talk to you on the phone.” He brought a fountain pen out of his pocket and wrote his phone number on a small piece of paper. “Call me between nine and ten a.m. weekdays.
“Thank you so much sir, we’re really thankful for that.” Deeba said with sheer joy and thankfulness. “And do remember us in your prayers,” She said formally.
“I’m sorry, that I cannot do.” He said without any expression, his words suprised both sisters.
“As my prayers are never answered.” He smiled one last time and turned back to have his way.
To Be Continued…
“Oh my God, I can’t believe it’s him.” Deeba could just say two words.
“He doesn’t look like a poet at all, although he is someone we can become poets for.” A middle-aged woman said, totally stunned.
“He looks like some model or some movie star.” Another girl gasped.
“So, how’s my suprise?” Sheeba asked proudly. “He’s really something, isn’t he?”
Deeba had formed picture of him in her mind: a dry looking, over-mature, bookworm kind of guy. But ahead of her was no such man.
Not very tall, but above-average in height, this strongly built man in his late twenties, with his dark black hair and piercing jet eyes, was far above the image she had formed of him earlier. She had seen many good-looking men, but never one quite so handsome and charismatic.
His built was impressive, his white Pakistani shilwar suit looked perfect on him. His styled, shiny black hair fit nicely into his boyish charm……smooth, acne free face. His eyes were mesmerizing, his mouth tempting. He wore thin, fine, neatly framed glasses, which looked very suitable in his face giving him a sober, intellectual touch.
“What a sweet guy.” A mature lady in her early thirties exclaimed with interest.
“He is revolutionary.” A middle-aged man said, stunned.
In a hushed voice, one woman said “How handsome.”
In an equally hushed voice, the other agreed, adding, “And how graceful.”
Getting into the middle of the huge stage, he took the mic in his hand and took a few breaths before the first few words came out of his mouth.
Finally, after few seconds, which seemed like hours, his lips trembled and so dis many of the hearts there. “Thanks so much for your applause, and your appreciation.” His voice was manly and masculine, his accent traditional and his tone smooth.
“I want to let you know that I don’t deserve all this attention and love. I’m very much sinner and lost-in-my-own-self kind of man.” He said in a deep, heavy voice.
“What’s he saying?” A girl asked, confused.
“That’s how he is.” Her companion replied.
“I’m sorry if you are not much pleased with what I’d say but it’s true that I live in my own world. A world I never want to climb out of. I have my own laws, rules and principles for myself and I don’t care what others would say or think of me.” His voice was even, very impressuve and effective at the same time.
“You may call me proud, you can say I’m rude, arrogant or whatever but it’s true that, that’s how I want to live and that’s what I am. I won’t take much of your expensive tine. So here is something, which I wrote recently. My promise, which I’m very much, obliged to fulfill. My latest poem….. The title is “My Ideal woman.”
He stopped for what seemed like an endless moment. He put a detailed stare at the massive audience all around him. There was a complete pin drop silence everywhere. Eyes were fully open; mouths completely closed, hearts beating in suspense, minds racing with anticipation.
Down to earth but is like sky
With a powerfuk sound system and echo equipment, his voice felt miraculous to everyone sitting there.
Down to eart but is like sky
He repeated the first sentence of his poem, creating a delicate yet intense effect of thrill and suspense.
That wax-soft girl is rock-like
His voice becamd a mere whisper as he completed he first stanza. With that, it felt like the place and event reached its climax. The ear-bursting and heart-shattering sounds of clapping, whistles and admiration didn’t give much chance to Deeba to exclaim the big ‘wow’ she wanted to convey to him.
Countless camera flashes and sparkling lights were on him as he read. No doubg, at the moment, he was the center of all the attention and every attraction.
Hidden within my heart for so long
She is like a host in my heart
As he read in his wonderful voice, it seemed like everyone there had turned to stone, frozeb at the place.
For many, nothing existed in this world but his impressuve, attractive voice. For them, nothing else mattered at the moment but this man who was reading his poem so sensationally.
In the journey, step by step along with me
She is like a milestone towards the destinations
In the hot, thorny journey of my life
She is like shelter beneath the sunny sky
My hope is weak as a drowning boat in the sea
The presence of her being is like sail
Whenever hardships make me frustrated
Just one glance of hers make me content
Though she’s in front of me, breathing and alive
Still it feels like she’s a mirage
Throwing one last glance at the audiences, he finished his poem and slowly, left his place.
It took some moments for thousands of audiences to realize that he had finished reading, as they were still lost in trance of his voice and mesmerizing beauty of his words.
And then, they clapped their greetings and admiration in the most powerful way.
As expected, his most recent poem had become a ‘block buster.’
As soon as he got off the stage, press photographers and journalists raced behind him, each trying his best to catch him before anyone else could.
“Mr. Aariz Ali, no doubt you’re the most favorite poet of young generation at present. How do you feel about it?” A lady reporter asked quickly and desperately.
“A bilingual poet, we never saw anyone who can create such wonderful poetry both in Urdu and English. Where did you learn it from?” Another press reporter pushed the other to ask his question.
Ignoring all the lights and voices, he left them behind, never paying attention to anyone.
He was almost about to open the door of his car when something happened.
“Mr. Aariz, just a minute.” Came a distant feminine call.
There was something particular in this sound that made him stop his feet.
He turned and saw two young girls walking towards him with quick steps.
When they reached him, he saw that one of them was panting heavily.
“I am Deeba. Deeba Rizvi. This is my sister, Sheeba” One of them introduced, she looked older of the two.
Aariz looked from one to the other.
This teenage girl had a round face, black eyes and straight braid that hung over her shoulder, almost to her waist.
He just raised his head a little. She saw the corners of his lips spread slightly, like not giving permission to his lips to open in a complete smile.
His large, black eyes peered at the sisters through neat and well-finished wire-rimmed glasses perched on the middle of what could be called as a perfect male nose.
They couldn’t say a word, mouth agape; Deeba stared at him with fascination.
“Ummm?” He moved his head questioningly.
“It’s been so nice meeting you and listening to you.” She said with a tiny, wistful sigh, like she was still in a trance.
“Precious ladies,” He said with a sober smile, adding kindly, “the pleasure is all mine. Is there anything I can do for you girls?”
“So much!” Deeba said. Words left her mouth automatically. “Well….I mean, I have to ask so much!”
“I’m afraid, I don’t have much time right now.”
“Sir please, can’t you give us few minutes? We really need to talk to you.” Deeba asked with hopeful anticipation.
“Mr. Aariz, the thing is that my sister is really crazy about you, and believe me she thinks of nothing but you, day and night.
Shocked, pale, confused and annoyed at the embarrassing position Sheeba had put her in, Deeba glared at her just long enough to let her know that she’d deal with her once they are alone.
He wanted to refuse, he wished to ignore, but therr was something in the eyes of this innocent-looking girl, which made him think twice before answering her.
“Alright, you may have my contact number. I’d see if I can talk to you on the phone.” He brought a fountain pen out of his pocket and wrote his phone number on a small piece of paper. “Call me between nine and ten a.m. weekdays.
“Thank you so much sir, we’re really thankful for that.” Deeba said with sheer joy and thankfulness. “And do remember us in your prayers,” She said formally.
“I’m sorry, that I cannot do.” He said without any expression, his words suprised both sisters.
“As my prayers are never answered.” He smiled one last time and turned back to have his way.
To Be Continued…
Monday, 8 August 2016
How To Maintain And Control A Woman
I used to be like many of the whiners here on Nairaland, “Oh I’m so
in love with this babe but she’s treating me badly, what do I do? what
do I do?”. That was a long time ago and now I am wise and believe me I
learnt from the school of hard knocks, this women dealt with me
mercilessly until I actually sat down to analyze them and their ways and
figured out the language they speak. If you think maintaining a woman
is about excess love, showing affection, kindness, forgiveness, religion
and all that bullsh*t, you’re dead wrong, treat a woman too good, she
will find an excuse to leave ( “I was once dumped by a chick who later
told her friend, I was ‘too nice’.”). But they will stay with an “omo
rapala” that mistreats them day after day after day.
Even fellowship girls are still tempted by young men of the world and leave their fellow fellowship brothers to look for bad boys to convert. They are never satisfied with a squeaky clean good man. To them every guy that is too good is a nuisance. Even the ones that are married have only calmed down and become good in order to trap a husband that offers them security or at least a husband that has managed to figure out their buttons. Be wise, young men, be wise.
Maintaining women of all shapes ages and sizes is all about control and remaining in control. The moment you lose control, you lose yourself and a woman will ride you till the very end. Some people say all sorts of rubbish, “Oh my woman is not like that, she’s different”, all that one na story, Eve betrayed Adam, Delilah betrayed Samson, so who on earth is your woman that she won’t act like those that came before her?
There are different levels of control, there is no control, artificial control and true control. No control is the default situation most guys fall into. They love a woman and believe everything she says in the heat of passion ”I’ll never ever leave you”, “I can’t wait to marry you” etc etc, and deceive themselves into overconfidence and over love. A no control guy does not know how to tell his babe no and is always apologizing even when it is not his fault. When they start exhibiting too much attention and love, the chick gets bored and starts looking for “rude boys” somewhere. Then her mind starts wavering and she starts telling you “I need space”, “I’m confused”. When you hear these words you’re in trouble.
Unfortunately most young guy today no dey hear word and they will start reminiscing about the sweet nothings the babe told them when the going was good and continue to misbehave and show over love and over affection. Meanwhile one bad guy fit dey comb the babe for corner somewhere. In the end the chick leaves and the guy is in a wreck, crying, complaining to his friends begging etc and at that point the girl no go wan hear again, anything you’re saying is a waste of time. A chick will bring up some of the dumbest excuses when she wants to dump you. She might regret leaving you later but all that one na Tales By Moonlight what matters is the wrecked condition she will leave you in at that moment.
The next level of control is artificial control. Artificial control works a lot in Nigeria today, and people exercise this level of control primarily by having money. This is what the so called big boys and sugar daddies use to maintain their babes. Some poor guys starving on their pocket money and University allowances even try to maintain this level of control to their own downfall. With artificial control a girl might screw around but will not really leave you until she finds another guy with better control than you. The best way to use artificial control is ruthlessly, if you have money and control them with money make sure you take no crap from them or else they will turn you to a MUGU and you fall into the no control category even though you have money.
Remember money is relative. Some guy has more than you somewhere. Some guys exercise artificial control through other means as well, such as being older, being in a bigger office, better school, living in a bigger house etc. Until the chick meets someone with better control she will not leave but always remember you are in control and use it to your advantage. Don’t boast about it though as they really hate it when you point out that the reason they are with you is because of artificial control ( even though we know its true). All those threads written by sacked bankers on Nairaland who have lost their babes are a result of the artificial control category. Control go, babe go.
Guys without money should remember this ( University boys open your eyes) the moment you start spending to maintain control, you will never stop and this is a problem when you do not have money so students, graduate trainees and people without money should avoid money artificial control as much as possible. You will only wreck yourself financially, because they will only get greedier and you will find out you cannot keep up and she will use the money you have used to better her looks, wardrobe and her life to find a replacement for you. They always want to upgrade. If you have money to spend it is okay to use artificial control just make sure you do it in a responsible way, not in a way chicks will use “MUGU” to replace your name on their phones.
The last control category is true control. Maintain this level of control and you are the true guru. You are the Don Juan, the guy women trip and fall down for regardless of whether or whether not. The true control man is in control of EVERYTHING. He will not chase a babe he cannot control or who he knows will want to lord over him. Before he spends his money on a woman he makes sure that she knows who is in control and spends his money sparingly, in fact she might spend more than him. If she tells him she is in her male corpers friends house sleeping because she does not have light he laughs and tells her “I hope he knows how to screw well, I know you’re probably lonely”. It might pain him inside but you will never see it, because he knows that if she finds out he is jealous he is finished, if she feels he is not jealous, she will correct herself and find call him 20 times a day to make sure he truly loves her.
The guy who shouts at his babe and tells her what sort of nonsense is that ( why should she sleep in Mr Corper-With-Generator’s house) is maintaining artificial control, she will tell him she won’t do it again and do it the next day and for the next 10 months, and get combed mercilessly by Mr. Corper-With-Generator and his colleagues. It takes 10 minutes for a quickie and that place does not have a gauge you will use to measure who did and did not do when she comes back. Artificial control men and no control men should take note.
In fact most of the accomplished true control guys have barricaded their hearts a long time ago. They show affection strategically and when a chick leasts expects it. They are not always complete bast@rds, they will send flowers and call a babe to check on how she is doing but they do it strategically and sparingly. Too much of ice cream and chocolate is not good. Too much visiting of woman is not good. Calling her more than she calls you is an equally stupid idea. If she calls twice call once. What bothers other guys does not bother men of true control. Even if they love a chick they will never show it more than the chick shows it. They say I love you three times a year. This sort of guy might love a chick but still screw one or two around to ensure that he remains in control of his senses.
s*x is s*x, love is a different kettle of fish. s*x helps you keep things in perspective. Screw one woman too much, you might become stupid and lose control. Fidelity is over rated my brothers, you can love a woman but don’t confuse it with being faithful. If she suspects you are screwing outside, thats okay for them, just make sure you’re never caught and she only suspects, suspicion is good, it keeps her on her feet, she knows she can be replaced. When she sees that text message on your phone, tell her “you are the only one for me “ and buy enough “ chocolate and flowers” and then leave her to think. But NEVER keep two chicks, you should have one chick and the occasional ones you are chopping outside to maintain perspective and self-control, that way you won’t create unnecessary problems for yourself. If you are not on the financial capability of Atiku Abubakar, polygamy is a bad idea. If you can retain control without screwing outside, fine for you. But the day your woman is caught screwing outside, you will feel seriously cuckolded and feel like a fool.
A true control guy will NEVER date a woman he cannot control. A woman who does not respect you is one you have no control over, these women do not understand equality, look at the divorce rate in America ! A true control guy has ALL control but he never uses money to control too much. He never makes it about money or how much he has. Most true control guys have more money than the women they control, other much more skilled true control guys may have less money but always make sure that she knows who is boss. Because once you let a women who’s money is longer than yours gain control, you are finished. A true control guy also has koboko control ( meaning he knows how to give it to her in bed, if you do not know better learn by hiring a skilled Pay As You Go or else she will leave you for the first Mr. Magic Stick). In fact koboko control is way better than money control. Look at Kimora Lee Simmons and Djimon Honsou, you go no say na koboko dey at work, no be by fine face or too much money. ( No offense to Russel Simmons but he had artificial control).
A true control guy also has fashion control, he knows how to dress and be neat ( it might not be the most expensive stuff he wears but he looks smart and neat always, he has fashion sense). A true control guy also knows how to tell his babe no and stick to his no. They rarely say “I’m sorry” and always make a chick laugh or some other tactic to avoid using those words. A chicks friends will beef this sort of guy in public and on forums like Nairaland and berate their friends for dating him but will secretly dream of screwing him. It even helps when the guy acts nice to the chicks friends, but not too nice (as in we are all age-mates level, respect must be maintained at all costs, chicks know how to disrespect a guy who plays with them too much). All men should strive to attain true control. True control will give you peace of mind and undying attention.
Be wise, my brothers be wise, enough of these tears on Nairaland. These days more men come here to complain than women. This is a war we have to win at all costs. For the sake of the male reputation. For more advice, I am here all week. Remember I have been beaten before but I am now wise, I exercise true control now and take no nonsense from them. If you let them bring you down they will finish you and your village people will say it is the work of juju and your uncles and aunties.
Even fellowship girls are still tempted by young men of the world and leave their fellow fellowship brothers to look for bad boys to convert. They are never satisfied with a squeaky clean good man. To them every guy that is too good is a nuisance. Even the ones that are married have only calmed down and become good in order to trap a husband that offers them security or at least a husband that has managed to figure out their buttons. Be wise, young men, be wise.
Maintaining women of all shapes ages and sizes is all about control and remaining in control. The moment you lose control, you lose yourself and a woman will ride you till the very end. Some people say all sorts of rubbish, “Oh my woman is not like that, she’s different”, all that one na story, Eve betrayed Adam, Delilah betrayed Samson, so who on earth is your woman that she won’t act like those that came before her?
There are different levels of control, there is no control, artificial control and true control. No control is the default situation most guys fall into. They love a woman and believe everything she says in the heat of passion ”I’ll never ever leave you”, “I can’t wait to marry you” etc etc, and deceive themselves into overconfidence and over love. A no control guy does not know how to tell his babe no and is always apologizing even when it is not his fault. When they start exhibiting too much attention and love, the chick gets bored and starts looking for “rude boys” somewhere. Then her mind starts wavering and she starts telling you “I need space”, “I’m confused”. When you hear these words you’re in trouble.
Unfortunately most young guy today no dey hear word and they will start reminiscing about the sweet nothings the babe told them when the going was good and continue to misbehave and show over love and over affection. Meanwhile one bad guy fit dey comb the babe for corner somewhere. In the end the chick leaves and the guy is in a wreck, crying, complaining to his friends begging etc and at that point the girl no go wan hear again, anything you’re saying is a waste of time. A chick will bring up some of the dumbest excuses when she wants to dump you. She might regret leaving you later but all that one na Tales By Moonlight what matters is the wrecked condition she will leave you in at that moment.
The next level of control is artificial control. Artificial control works a lot in Nigeria today, and people exercise this level of control primarily by having money. This is what the so called big boys and sugar daddies use to maintain their babes. Some poor guys starving on their pocket money and University allowances even try to maintain this level of control to their own downfall. With artificial control a girl might screw around but will not really leave you until she finds another guy with better control than you. The best way to use artificial control is ruthlessly, if you have money and control them with money make sure you take no crap from them or else they will turn you to a MUGU and you fall into the no control category even though you have money.
Remember money is relative. Some guy has more than you somewhere. Some guys exercise artificial control through other means as well, such as being older, being in a bigger office, better school, living in a bigger house etc. Until the chick meets someone with better control she will not leave but always remember you are in control and use it to your advantage. Don’t boast about it though as they really hate it when you point out that the reason they are with you is because of artificial control ( even though we know its true). All those threads written by sacked bankers on Nairaland who have lost their babes are a result of the artificial control category. Control go, babe go.
Guys without money should remember this ( University boys open your eyes) the moment you start spending to maintain control, you will never stop and this is a problem when you do not have money so students, graduate trainees and people without money should avoid money artificial control as much as possible. You will only wreck yourself financially, because they will only get greedier and you will find out you cannot keep up and she will use the money you have used to better her looks, wardrobe and her life to find a replacement for you. They always want to upgrade. If you have money to spend it is okay to use artificial control just make sure you do it in a responsible way, not in a way chicks will use “MUGU” to replace your name on their phones.
The last control category is true control. Maintain this level of control and you are the true guru. You are the Don Juan, the guy women trip and fall down for regardless of whether or whether not. The true control man is in control of EVERYTHING. He will not chase a babe he cannot control or who he knows will want to lord over him. Before he spends his money on a woman he makes sure that she knows who is in control and spends his money sparingly, in fact she might spend more than him. If she tells him she is in her male corpers friends house sleeping because she does not have light he laughs and tells her “I hope he knows how to screw well, I know you’re probably lonely”. It might pain him inside but you will never see it, because he knows that if she finds out he is jealous he is finished, if she feels he is not jealous, she will correct herself and find call him 20 times a day to make sure he truly loves her.
The guy who shouts at his babe and tells her what sort of nonsense is that ( why should she sleep in Mr Corper-With-Generator’s house) is maintaining artificial control, she will tell him she won’t do it again and do it the next day and for the next 10 months, and get combed mercilessly by Mr. Corper-With-Generator and his colleagues. It takes 10 minutes for a quickie and that place does not have a gauge you will use to measure who did and did not do when she comes back. Artificial control men and no control men should take note.
In fact most of the accomplished true control guys have barricaded their hearts a long time ago. They show affection strategically and when a chick leasts expects it. They are not always complete bast@rds, they will send flowers and call a babe to check on how she is doing but they do it strategically and sparingly. Too much of ice cream and chocolate is not good. Too much visiting of woman is not good. Calling her more than she calls you is an equally stupid idea. If she calls twice call once. What bothers other guys does not bother men of true control. Even if they love a chick they will never show it more than the chick shows it. They say I love you three times a year. This sort of guy might love a chick but still screw one or two around to ensure that he remains in control of his senses.
s*x is s*x, love is a different kettle of fish. s*x helps you keep things in perspective. Screw one woman too much, you might become stupid and lose control. Fidelity is over rated my brothers, you can love a woman but don’t confuse it with being faithful. If she suspects you are screwing outside, thats okay for them, just make sure you’re never caught and she only suspects, suspicion is good, it keeps her on her feet, she knows she can be replaced. When she sees that text message on your phone, tell her “you are the only one for me “ and buy enough “ chocolate and flowers” and then leave her to think. But NEVER keep two chicks, you should have one chick and the occasional ones you are chopping outside to maintain perspective and self-control, that way you won’t create unnecessary problems for yourself. If you are not on the financial capability of Atiku Abubakar, polygamy is a bad idea. If you can retain control without screwing outside, fine for you. But the day your woman is caught screwing outside, you will feel seriously cuckolded and feel like a fool.
A true control guy will NEVER date a woman he cannot control. A woman who does not respect you is one you have no control over, these women do not understand equality, look at the divorce rate in America ! A true control guy has ALL control but he never uses money to control too much. He never makes it about money or how much he has. Most true control guys have more money than the women they control, other much more skilled true control guys may have less money but always make sure that she knows who is boss. Because once you let a women who’s money is longer than yours gain control, you are finished. A true control guy also has koboko control ( meaning he knows how to give it to her in bed, if you do not know better learn by hiring a skilled Pay As You Go or else she will leave you for the first Mr. Magic Stick). In fact koboko control is way better than money control. Look at Kimora Lee Simmons and Djimon Honsou, you go no say na koboko dey at work, no be by fine face or too much money. ( No offense to Russel Simmons but he had artificial control).
A true control guy also has fashion control, he knows how to dress and be neat ( it might not be the most expensive stuff he wears but he looks smart and neat always, he has fashion sense). A true control guy also knows how to tell his babe no and stick to his no. They rarely say “I’m sorry” and always make a chick laugh or some other tactic to avoid using those words. A chicks friends will beef this sort of guy in public and on forums like Nairaland and berate their friends for dating him but will secretly dream of screwing him. It even helps when the guy acts nice to the chicks friends, but not too nice (as in we are all age-mates level, respect must be maintained at all costs, chicks know how to disrespect a guy who plays with them too much). All men should strive to attain true control. True control will give you peace of mind and undying attention.
Be wise, my brothers be wise, enough of these tears on Nairaland. These days more men come here to complain than women. This is a war we have to win at all costs. For the sake of the male reputation. For more advice, I am here all week. Remember I have been beaten before but I am now wise, I exercise true control now and take no nonsense from them. If you let them bring you down they will finish you and your village people will say it is the work of juju and your uncles and aunties.
Jokes for the day.......
1) When a guy open a car door for a girl,
is either the girl is new or the car is new.
(2) A guy asked u for s*x and u asked,
“Do u Love me?”. What do u expect him
to say, or Are U a LEARNER ?
(3) Half Unclad girls are hot,while well
dressed girls are beautiful. Hell is hot,
while heaven is beautiful. the choice is
yours.
(4)You have been engaged to him for 4
years and no wedding is forth coming.
Please kindly remove the ring. Is your
finger a key holder?
(5)You have slept with over 10 girls
without protection yet you go to the
barbers shop with your personal clipper.
What are you preventing?
(6) Guys always know who their heart
belongs to, so if you like cook chicken in
diamond sauce or do monkey style in
bed, if it’s not you, it can’t b u.
(7) In America wen a couple go to bed
dey say “Good nights my love” In Britain
“Sweet dreams darling” In Nigeria “Did u
lock d Gate, doors & windows?
(8) You cannot say “I can’t date you, I
have a boyfriend” and be asking for
money from him. Gt-bank staff cannot
receive salary from UBA bank!
(9) My name is A’square, I used my friend
to set up my girlfriend to see if she’ll
cheat on me. Now they’ve sent me
weeding Invitation. What AM I?
(A) Learner
(B)God sent
(C) Fool
(10) No Guy will ever tell a Lady “i ve a
Girlfriend” when asking her out. Their
National Anthem is “we had issues &
we’ve broken up”.
(11) Welcome to Nigeria where the
government is responsible and blamed for
every damn things. if mosquito bite you,
you will blame the government.
(12) No guy is single,you either snatch
him from someone or share him with
someone, the most important thing is to
be the highest Shareholder.
(13) I woke up today,someone
somewhere just took their last breath.
Thank You God for blessing me more than
I deserve
(14) 35yr old first class graduate without
job and u dey follow Lil’Wayne sing ‘I
Ain’t Got no worries, your life is on SOS
(15) Idiot girl said: “I dated him for
GOOD 10 years and he broke my heart”
fool, what’s GOOD in the years?
(16)(a)
s*x won’t make him love u
(b) A baby won’t make him stay. If you’re
doubting me, kindly ask TUFACE
(17) No matter how nice you are to a
goat, it will still eat your yam.
18) You make his ‘Joystick’ hard, u carry him
enter room, he don off shirt, then u shout
April Fool… My sister, he will Molest ur
Destiny!
(19)What shall it profit a girl to have all
the Brazilian hair in the whole world and
still lose her boyfriend to a girl on low a
cut?
(20) Kill an American citizen and 1 million
policemen will be deployed to search for
u but kill 1 million Nigerians U will be
invited for amnesty
(21)Don’t act like you have it all, even
rich men beg for pen in the bank.
(22) No matter how big ur house is,How
recent your car is,or how huge ur bank
account is, Our grave is still gonna be the
same size, stay humble.
(23)No Matter How Pretty Or Cute your
Face Might Be,you Will Still Be the Food
For Worms. Set your Arrogance Aside and
Remember 6 Feet. No one lives for Ever….it useless of u reading this post and feeling reluctant to send to another group….keep d fun moving.
is either the girl is new or the car is new.
(2) A guy asked u for s*x and u asked,
“Do u Love me?”. What do u expect him
to say, or Are U a LEARNER ?
(3) Half Unclad girls are hot,while well
dressed girls are beautiful. Hell is hot,
while heaven is beautiful. the choice is
yours.
(4)You have been engaged to him for 4
years and no wedding is forth coming.
Please kindly remove the ring. Is your
finger a key holder?
(5)You have slept with over 10 girls
without protection yet you go to the
barbers shop with your personal clipper.
What are you preventing?
(6) Guys always know who their heart
belongs to, so if you like cook chicken in
diamond sauce or do monkey style in
bed, if it’s not you, it can’t b u.
(7) In America wen a couple go to bed
dey say “Good nights my love” In Britain
“Sweet dreams darling” In Nigeria “Did u
lock d Gate, doors & windows?
(8) You cannot say “I can’t date you, I
have a boyfriend” and be asking for
money from him. Gt-bank staff cannot
receive salary from UBA bank!
(9) My name is A’square, I used my friend
to set up my girlfriend to see if she’ll
cheat on me. Now they’ve sent me
weeding Invitation. What AM I?
(A) Learner
(B)God sent
(C) Fool
(10) No Guy will ever tell a Lady “i ve a
Girlfriend” when asking her out. Their
National Anthem is “we had issues &
we’ve broken up”.
(11) Welcome to Nigeria where the
government is responsible and blamed for
every damn things. if mosquito bite you,
you will blame the government.
(12) No guy is single,you either snatch
him from someone or share him with
someone, the most important thing is to
be the highest Shareholder.
(13) I woke up today,someone
somewhere just took their last breath.
Thank You God for blessing me more than
I deserve
(14) 35yr old first class graduate without
job and u dey follow Lil’Wayne sing ‘I
Ain’t Got no worries, your life is on SOS
(15) Idiot girl said: “I dated him for
GOOD 10 years and he broke my heart”
fool, what’s GOOD in the years?
(16)(a)
s*x won’t make him love u
(b) A baby won’t make him stay. If you’re
doubting me, kindly ask TUFACE
(17) No matter how nice you are to a
goat, it will still eat your yam.
18) You make his ‘Joystick’ hard, u carry him
enter room, he don off shirt, then u shout
April Fool… My sister, he will Molest ur
Destiny!
(19)What shall it profit a girl to have all
the Brazilian hair in the whole world and
still lose her boyfriend to a girl on low a
cut?
(20) Kill an American citizen and 1 million
policemen will be deployed to search for
u but kill 1 million Nigerians U will be
invited for amnesty
(21)Don’t act like you have it all, even
rich men beg for pen in the bank.
(22) No matter how big ur house is,How
recent your car is,or how huge ur bank
account is, Our grave is still gonna be the
same size, stay humble.
(23)No Matter How Pretty Or Cute your
Face Might Be,you Will Still Be the Food
For Worms. Set your Arrogance Aside and
Remember 6 Feet. No one lives for Ever….it useless of u reading this post and feeling reluctant to send to another group….keep d fun moving.
7 Common Reasons Why Ladies Say No To Marriage Proposals
The thought of a lady saying no to a marriage proposal to many is
unrealistic. Many a time ladies are characterized by their attitude
towards trapping a man into marriage rather than refusing a proposal but
as uncommon as it may seem to many, guys still get their rings thrown
back in their faces.
7 common reasons why ladies reject marriage proposals include:
1. Financial independence
When financial independence is mentioned, a lot of people are quick to say ladies are only after the money, want a well to do man but this isn’t about the man. Not that the “independent state” of a man doesn’t count but some ladies reject marriage proposals because they (the lady) want to be financially stable before starting a family. Not every girl likes the idea of a man taking care of all her needs. Some ladies want to also be able to contribute and support their husbands financially before their answer is yes.
2. Family attachment
A man who loves his family can be said to be a good man. He can also be said to be one who would make a good husband and father but when a man is too attached to family it can be a reason not to be taken seriously when he pops the question. A man who can’t make decisions until he gets approval from his family still has an invisible umbilical cord round his neck.
A guy who has to meet all the needs of his family before considering the needs of his “to be” wife may not change after marriage. No woman wants a man whose decisions can only be final after the parents have certified
3. Age factor
Many ladies have lost great men because they have allowed themselves to be consumed by the feeling of “still young”.
A lady who feels she is too young to get married shouldn’t be in a relationship. Some ladies claim to be ready but when the proposal comes they say they are too young. This has more to do with their inability to deal with commitment.
4. Mending fences strategy
Relationships are never perfect and a good surprise is always welcomed but proposing during a misunderstanding or a fight usually backfires. It is good to want to work through issues easily and have them sorted out quickly but proposing when she’s mad at you is risky. A no may just be what you get.
5. Proposal method and ring choice
Ladies usually have things they fantasize about. One of which is their wedding and also the way you propose. Ladies have been known to turn down marriage proposal because they felt it wasn’t romantic enough, others because it was too extravagant. Choice of ring too has not been left out. Ladies love to show off among their peers, no wonder a lady would say no to a guy simply because she feels the ring used in proposing is not befitting.
6. S#xual satisfaction.
The importance given to s*x in relationships these days cannot be over emphasized. A lady could reject a proposal upon considering if the guy satisfies her in bed or not. In a relationship, a lady can still try to get her S#xual satisfaction from someone else but in marriage she may not. Knowing that a guy can’t sexually satisfy her is a good enough reason to say no for some ladies.
7. Lack of trust (too many female friends)
Lack of trust is one of the most common issues faced by relationships today. A lot of people are in relationships where trust is only a mirage. A major cause of lack of trust for ladies is encompassed in the fact that the guy has too many female friends. In such situations, the lady is likely to feel insecure and unsure. Even when the guy proposes, she tends to take it as a joke and the reply is usually no.
7 common reasons why ladies reject marriage proposals include:
1. Financial independence
When financial independence is mentioned, a lot of people are quick to say ladies are only after the money, want a well to do man but this isn’t about the man. Not that the “independent state” of a man doesn’t count but some ladies reject marriage proposals because they (the lady) want to be financially stable before starting a family. Not every girl likes the idea of a man taking care of all her needs. Some ladies want to also be able to contribute and support their husbands financially before their answer is yes.
2. Family attachment
A man who loves his family can be said to be a good man. He can also be said to be one who would make a good husband and father but when a man is too attached to family it can be a reason not to be taken seriously when he pops the question. A man who can’t make decisions until he gets approval from his family still has an invisible umbilical cord round his neck.
A guy who has to meet all the needs of his family before considering the needs of his “to be” wife may not change after marriage. No woman wants a man whose decisions can only be final after the parents have certified
3. Age factor
Many ladies have lost great men because they have allowed themselves to be consumed by the feeling of “still young”.
A lady who feels she is too young to get married shouldn’t be in a relationship. Some ladies claim to be ready but when the proposal comes they say they are too young. This has more to do with their inability to deal with commitment.
4. Mending fences strategy
Relationships are never perfect and a good surprise is always welcomed but proposing during a misunderstanding or a fight usually backfires. It is good to want to work through issues easily and have them sorted out quickly but proposing when she’s mad at you is risky. A no may just be what you get.
5. Proposal method and ring choice
Ladies usually have things they fantasize about. One of which is their wedding and also the way you propose. Ladies have been known to turn down marriage proposal because they felt it wasn’t romantic enough, others because it was too extravagant. Choice of ring too has not been left out. Ladies love to show off among their peers, no wonder a lady would say no to a guy simply because she feels the ring used in proposing is not befitting.
6. S#xual satisfaction.
The importance given to s*x in relationships these days cannot be over emphasized. A lady could reject a proposal upon considering if the guy satisfies her in bed or not. In a relationship, a lady can still try to get her S#xual satisfaction from someone else but in marriage she may not. Knowing that a guy can’t sexually satisfy her is a good enough reason to say no for some ladies.
7. Lack of trust (too many female friends)
Lack of trust is one of the most common issues faced by relationships today. A lot of people are in relationships where trust is only a mirage. A major cause of lack of trust for ladies is encompassed in the fact that the guy has too many female friends. In such situations, the lady is likely to feel insecure and unsure. Even when the guy proposes, she tends to take it as a joke and the reply is usually no.
Must Read: The Silent Lover… Part 7
In answer, he lowered his eyes to the thickly carpeted floor but said nothing.
When he looked up after a silence of few minutes, he saw that doctor was still staring at him.
“What are you looking at doctor? Anything wrong?”
“I was thinking how things could go so right” Doctir said, his tone filled with suprise and amazement. “Impossible and unbelievable.” Dr. Waris was plainly astonished.
“What’s so impossible doctor?”
“I mean, we all expected your problem to get resolved in atleast four or five years and yet you’re completely alright within two years.” Doctor told him. “And to be honest with you, we didn’t expect this problem to get subsided completely. Its prognosis is bad, and in almost all cases, the patient is never able to achieve his pre-disease state back. I mean he never gets completely normal.” He told him in detail. “But your case is one of its own kind, you are as mentally and physically active now like you were before.”
Dr Waris paused for a second then added.
“Apart from all that, I now see a strange calmness in the way you talk, and your style of expression has become so mute and yet so inspiring. You look very much satisfied and content now.”
“So do you suggest anything for the future?” He asked, not commenting on what his doctor had just said. “Do I need to take some precautionary measures?”
“Well, I’d say that just try to be more social. Attend parties, functions, and gatherings, make new friends, visit refreshing places. That’s all.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s all. But yes, if you feel any mental problem or depression episode again, you may take these medicines.” Doctor slid a letterhead in front of him and was about to prescribe some medicines on it when his voice stopped him.
“I think you should leave these medicines, doctor. It will be useless.” He said flatly. “Would it surprise you if I tell you that I never took any of the medicines you prescribed for me in the last one year?”
“What? Really?” Doctor was truly shocked and suprised today.
“Are you sure you didn’t take any of the medicines I prescribed?”
“Not a single one.” He smiled slightly.
“Then what took cure of your problem?”
“My religion.” As he spoke, Dr. Waris noted that there was some strange, specific contentment in his voice.
“Oh, you mean spiritually or something?” Dr. Waris raised his brows.
“Not really.” He said simply. “Spirituality is just a part of religion. My religion has a lot more than that.”
“Then?”
“Fortunately, someone guided me to the right place and the book I consulted was a perfect one for me. It has remedy for every disease and cure for every pain.” He explained.
“That’s truly interesting.” Doctor’s shock had not yet subsided yet.
” It heals wounds, and soothes bruises, even if they are on your heart.” His smile was very weird this time.
“Is it some sort of a medical book?”
“Not solely.” He answered. “It has economics, physics, chemistry, biology, every science and every art.”
“Could you please tell me which book you are talking about?” Doctor’s curiosity reached its climax. “And, where I can find the book”
“Ofcourse Doctor, why not, it’s called…
“Yes?”
“Doctor, would you mind if I give my answer rather poetically?” He smiled gracefully.
“Really? That would be very interesting.” Doctor’s eyes and facial expression changed even more.
“You sure?” He wanted to confirm one more time.
“Positive. Why do you doubt?”
“I don’t doubt.” His eyes smiled at him. “I was just thinking do you have much time or interest for a ‘dry’ thing like poetry?”
“Never. It’s one of the things I prefer to do in my leisure hours. It woukd actually be a pleasure to listen. Please….” Dr. Waris couldn’t wait to know what it was all about.
He bent slightly forward, and with full confidence, he began to read. His voice was soothing, his accent was firm and his language fluent.
I am a book in elegant prints
To know my name, here are some hints
“Wow!” Doctor said, his eyes spreading wide.
He seemed not hearing him or anyone. He was lost in himself, hidden in what he was reading.
Rich in cover and nicely bound
In hearts of muslim, I am rarely found
High on shelf, I am kept
Forgotten there, I am left
With respect, I do get lots of ‘kiss’
My main point is what they always ‘miss’
In a melodious voice, they recite me
Neglecting the message inside me
At times, I am used for phony swear
My true use is very, very rare
A miracle, I am, that can change the world
All one has to do is understand my word
I have wisdom, I have treasure
So much, that there is no measure
In your savior, I’m your guide
But who’s there to follow my bide
Right from wring is my fame
Leaving his sentence unfinished, he smiled, left his chair to shake hand with the open-mouthed doctor. But before leaving, he didn’t forget to finish his poem.
“Holy quran is my name”
To Be Continued…
When he looked up after a silence of few minutes, he saw that doctor was still staring at him.
“What are you looking at doctor? Anything wrong?”
“I was thinking how things could go so right” Doctir said, his tone filled with suprise and amazement. “Impossible and unbelievable.” Dr. Waris was plainly astonished.
“What’s so impossible doctor?”
“I mean, we all expected your problem to get resolved in atleast four or five years and yet you’re completely alright within two years.” Doctor told him. “And to be honest with you, we didn’t expect this problem to get subsided completely. Its prognosis is bad, and in almost all cases, the patient is never able to achieve his pre-disease state back. I mean he never gets completely normal.” He told him in detail. “But your case is one of its own kind, you are as mentally and physically active now like you were before.”
Dr Waris paused for a second then added.
“Apart from all that, I now see a strange calmness in the way you talk, and your style of expression has become so mute and yet so inspiring. You look very much satisfied and content now.”
“So do you suggest anything for the future?” He asked, not commenting on what his doctor had just said. “Do I need to take some precautionary measures?”
“Well, I’d say that just try to be more social. Attend parties, functions, and gatherings, make new friends, visit refreshing places. That’s all.”
“Anything else?”
“That’s all. But yes, if you feel any mental problem or depression episode again, you may take these medicines.” Doctor slid a letterhead in front of him and was about to prescribe some medicines on it when his voice stopped him.
“I think you should leave these medicines, doctor. It will be useless.” He said flatly. “Would it surprise you if I tell you that I never took any of the medicines you prescribed for me in the last one year?”
“What? Really?” Doctor was truly shocked and suprised today.
“Are you sure you didn’t take any of the medicines I prescribed?”
“Not a single one.” He smiled slightly.
“Then what took cure of your problem?”
“My religion.” As he spoke, Dr. Waris noted that there was some strange, specific contentment in his voice.
“Oh, you mean spiritually or something?” Dr. Waris raised his brows.
“Not really.” He said simply. “Spirituality is just a part of religion. My religion has a lot more than that.”
“Then?”
“Fortunately, someone guided me to the right place and the book I consulted was a perfect one for me. It has remedy for every disease and cure for every pain.” He explained.
“That’s truly interesting.” Doctor’s shock had not yet subsided yet.
” It heals wounds, and soothes bruises, even if they are on your heart.” His smile was very weird this time.
“Is it some sort of a medical book?”
“Not solely.” He answered. “It has economics, physics, chemistry, biology, every science and every art.”
“Could you please tell me which book you are talking about?” Doctor’s curiosity reached its climax. “And, where I can find the book”
“Ofcourse Doctor, why not, it’s called…
“Yes?”
“Doctor, would you mind if I give my answer rather poetically?” He smiled gracefully.
“Really? That would be very interesting.” Doctor’s eyes and facial expression changed even more.
“You sure?” He wanted to confirm one more time.
“Positive. Why do you doubt?”
“I don’t doubt.” His eyes smiled at him. “I was just thinking do you have much time or interest for a ‘dry’ thing like poetry?”
“Never. It’s one of the things I prefer to do in my leisure hours. It woukd actually be a pleasure to listen. Please….” Dr. Waris couldn’t wait to know what it was all about.
He bent slightly forward, and with full confidence, he began to read. His voice was soothing, his accent was firm and his language fluent.
I am a book in elegant prints
To know my name, here are some hints
“Wow!” Doctor said, his eyes spreading wide.
He seemed not hearing him or anyone. He was lost in himself, hidden in what he was reading.
Rich in cover and nicely bound
In hearts of muslim, I am rarely found
High on shelf, I am kept
Forgotten there, I am left
With respect, I do get lots of ‘kiss’
My main point is what they always ‘miss’
In a melodious voice, they recite me
Neglecting the message inside me
At times, I am used for phony swear
My true use is very, very rare
A miracle, I am, that can change the world
All one has to do is understand my word
I have wisdom, I have treasure
So much, that there is no measure
In your savior, I’m your guide
But who’s there to follow my bide
Right from wring is my fame
Leaving his sentence unfinished, he smiled, left his chair to shake hand with the open-mouthed doctor. But before leaving, he didn’t forget to finish his poem.
“Holy quran is my name”
To Be Continued…
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