This weekend was full of laughs for me I tell you. First of all, on Saturday, my church (where I worship) held a welcome party for FRESHERS. The event was tagged, “The Red Carpet Event”. We even had the fancy ‘Grammy-like’ banner background for attendees to get their snap shots taken. Everyone looked absolutely fabulous (myself inclusive). The comperes were hilarous – dissing on anything and anyone is skirts or trousers. From your Brazilian weave to the bow-tie you had on, nothing escaped their scathing gaze. I was lucky to have effectively dodged their sarcastic comments, which were all made in good faith and had everyone LOL-ing & LMAO-ing.
Sunday came, and I went to a friend’s church to attend a special program dubbed “Destiny Moulding Summit”. The event was designed to cut across everything (at least almost everything) about your life. The highlight was the talk show where about 5 people from the congregation were called forth to discuss a range of topics such as talent and skill building, getting a job to marriage and dating. Trust yours truly, my ears and eyes were at attention – sharp & alert. I knew it was going to be potential content for this blog, and the event did not disappoint me.
The pastor’s wife was one of the panelists. As she was sharing her dating experience before she finally married the pastor, she made a passing comment about how African men are NOT romantic. One guy in the congregation vexed big time. He raised his hand immediately she finished, indicating that he wanted to contribute for everyone to hear. An official gave him the microphone and here is what he said (paraphrased):
Mama, you made a statement there that African men are not romantic. What can we do to please African girls na? If I bought a flower for a … girl, she would appreciate it. She would keep it in her room, and nourish it to survive for another two weeks. If I buy flower for an African girl… Mama you know na… (at this point someone in the congregation offered) “she will flog you with it.”
Laughter broke out in the church because African men and women made up majority of the congregation. The panelist took the microphone to respond after the laughter subsided. She said it was a matter of culture, and that there is something called love-language. A man should speak the love-language his woman understands. If she doesn’t want flowers, then she wants something else, it is your job to find out.
Guess what the flower alternatives were (gleaned from shouts among the congregation) – brazilian weaves, peruvian weaves, bags, shoes, iPhones and Blackberry hehehehe!!
On a serious note though, please enlighten me, are African men romantic? If no, what do we need to teach them in this department?
I really had fun this weekend. It’s monday tomorrow, I have a bunch of readings to complete. I best be on my way now.
Have a fab week ahead.