One weekend, Cheryl visited her fiance, Dean. Dean, who was very romantic, wanted to surprise his fiancee with a gift; so he told her to wait for him while he went out for something. Not long after, Dean’s new catch, basically for a fling, Pamela, sauntered in, but not before answering piercing questions from Cheryl. Cheryl stood by the door observing and assessing her for some seconds as she walked in.
Dean, his fiancee and girlfriend were all African-Americans. Cheryl was streamline shaped, light, slim-faced with a height of 5’10; Pamela on the other hand was beefy, ebony-skinned and 5’1 in height. They were both blessed with good looks. Both of them were watching musicals, but very deep in diverse thoughts. These are their secret thoughts:
Cheryl: If Dean is secretly dating this lady, then I’m done for. She’s much more endowed. What with her inviting bust, travelling hips. I can’t stand a chance. Her ebony complexion is rich and enticing, her raven hair is long and ravishing and above all, she’s blessed with ample flesh, which makes her juicy just like apple. And, of course, ignore her curves to your own peril. A curvaceous of class. Her 360-degree robust busts would make a man even forget his name but quickly remember to divorce his wife. Above all, she’s portable which makes men look so tall and big around her. Men love that with passion; they love to dwarf their women, which makes them feel confident, proud, irresistible and very much in control since they know we love them big.
Pamela: I’d thought I’ve found my Prince Charming, but with this angel and model, my hope is dashed. I’ve to come out of my shell and search for my predestined soulmate one more time. Life could be so unfair. What type of happenstance brought me up against this formidable opponent? Her dulcet voice, her starry eyes, her luscious lips would suffocate any lady any day. Just let her speak and wait to see Celine Dion scamper away. To cap it all, she has an intimidating profile. Her statistics, indubitable weapons. Tall and graceful. Light and velvety-skinned. She reminds me of Indian women I see in movies. Men always loved us tall and slim. This goddess would make men salivate. Some may even drool uncontrollably. Why didn’t God make me a light complexioned, tall and slim woman? My petite frame, my weakness! I know she can’t and won’t see me as her rival; little wonder she’s not bothered about me.
When Dean came back with a bag, which contained wine, perfume, chocolate and Rolex gold wristwatch, he knew the bubble had burst, so he forgot about Pamela. He later told Cheryl that Pamela was a friend he just met.
Incidentally, a year later, Pamela and Cheryl got employed in the same bank. By then, Pamela was engaged and Cheryl had married Dean. They became acquaintances and later best of friends. They told themselves how they felt the first time they met at Dean’s apartment.
The blondes want to be exactly like the brunettes and vice-versa; the hazel-eyed envy those with lapis lazuli eyes, the reverse is true as well.
See, be secure in yourself. The person you think is perfect wants to be like you, if only you knew.
Do have ravishing, refreshing weekend ahead.
• Ogunojo is a public/motivational speaker and writer.
