CHINA TORI

Nobody is supposed to be perfect, Dear God. Nobody.

That is the notion we have grown with and it is what we have come to accept. Please, do not take this the wrong way but I feel like thou hast betrayed some of us.

What? No! This is not a lamentation. I just want to point out that some of us have been betrayed.

Okay, let me explain. Where do I start? Deep sigh. Asabe is getting married to the love of her life next week; a man she met about six months ago.

Tell you what? They have been fine ever since they met, and by next week, she would be the wife of Adeniyi Saraki, the son of the Senate President.

Born in Abuja in 1992, Asabe Danjuma would pass for a perfect woman with a perfect life. She is beautiful in every sense of the word, and that does not, in any way, take away her high moral standards. You get that? You! No. Not God. You reading this piece right now. Are you beginning to see the irony?

You expect that because she’s got beauty, she won’t have brains, or morals. And that’s because we believe that no one can have it all, right? Isn’t that what we have come to accept?

You still don’t get it. Let’s start with her legs. She has the best legs ever given to a woman; long, straight and smooth. Her body shape? Curvy and fleshy in all the right places. And her hazel eyes? They light up when she smiles, and her voice can bring the dead back to life. No kidding. And let’s not even talk about her hair.

Back up. She was born in a ghetto on the outskirts of Abuja where life showed her lack, strife and deception. Her smallish nature made her easy prey for bullies in her primary school, and one time, she was molested.

Somehow, that phase of her life taught her how to be strong and how to fight. She was taught humility, hard work and respect.

You know what this means? It means that you can’t say she’s never had a hard life. You can’t say she does not know suffering because the truth is that she does, and she has managed to shine through those dark periods in her life.

When Asabe turned fifteen, things changed for the better and she and her parents moved to the city. From one excellent school to another, Asabe received nothing short of the best formal education Nigeria has to offer. Eleven years later, she works with the Nigeria National Petroleum Corporation (NNPC) as its external auditor.

She has it all; a beautiful body, a working brain, an innovative mind, the right attitude to work and relationships, a proper background, knowledge accessible only to queens, rich experience, the best job, the right circle of friends, every material thing she would ever want, caring parents, and now, a good man.

Yes, in marrying David, she will move from abundance to abundance: the only lack she ever recorded was when she was a child. And for how long?

At this point, you may want to counter my statement by suggesting that she may have difficulties producing children, or that things might go wrong with her marriage. I know. But then, perfection rules out all of that; she can always adopt kids because she has the money, and things can never go wrong because she and David are very much in love.

Again, this is not a lamentation. I’m only pointing out that some of us have been betrayed. We are not perfect and we may never have a perfect life and we have come to accept that.

We do not make extra efforts to make things work, or try to go the extra mile because we believe that perfection cannot be attained.

We let go of beautiful relationships because we fear that it is too good to be true.

We do not hesitate to turn our backs on loved ones because they don’t possess traits that make them the perfect companions. Whenever we encounter small setbacks doing what we love, we throw in the towel because we don’t think we are deserving of anything. That is it.

Some of us have been deceived into believing that perfection can never ever be attained. And while the acceptance of that notion has kept some people under-developed, the refusal of it have helped others thrive.

While some of us are just dragging our souls around in circumstances we feel we can do nothing about, some others have seen the light and followed it. And don’t you forget that some people have never had to lift a finger to earn the things that have made their lives so perfect; they have been surrounded by the light all along. As a matter of fact, they were born into the perfect life, and all they have to do is live.

What is that notion again? No one is perfect? Or is it no one is supposed to be perfect? I’m not sure I know again but I feel that, somehow, one person can have it all. Don’t ask me, I don’t know; I’m not sure of anything.

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