My Better Half…

Marriage?? Huh!

I am not ready! But… mHmmm... I am tired of being single.

Why do I have to keep searching for the so-called better half? Why don't we meet when we are 18 yrs of age if she has an advert on her forehead? I am looking for Abdul-qudus. The guy who is a blogger and an agriculturist. So at least if any of my family members get to see her or even my friends I don't have to stress myself that much.

That aside, why would she even be called my better half when I can't even recognize her? They said she was from a part of my ribs. But when I counted my ribs and those of my brothers, they were just the same in number. So how come she was from my ribs? I don't even want to hear that she is my missing ribs.

Too many factors. I guess if I had known who she was, maybe a picture of her when I was born or even at age 15 I could just dream about her and then know what and how she looks like. It would have been better. But now I can't even imagine. Is she fat or something? Is she tall or short? Fair or dark, stubborn or calm, wicked or good, smart or dull, funny or not, ugly or beautiful? I am just tired.

Someone told me marriage is like a paradise when you marry the right person, but it's hell on earth when you're with the wrong one. Eeeh. And yet the person also got married but how do I know if they are in hell or in paradise?

So it's my better half that would even determine the fate of my life. Yet she has been hiding for so long. She doesn't have to worry. When I get to meet the wrong one first, then I will ask her to help me find the right one.

Mum has been telling me since I was 12, “Focus on your studies”, “focus on your studies”, it became an anthem that stuck in my memory for a long now. Build a garden and the butterflies will come. So now my better half is now a butterfly? Good!

I focused on my studies and didn’t run after girls as Mum advised. I tried to build a garden with a lot of flowers. I saw some caterpillars and earthworms, but I poured salt on them. I wanted a butterfly. I thought I was having fun. Now the garden is full of flowers. Where are the butterflies??

Oooh. Abdulqudus! You are already getting older! You need a woman in your life. So tell me who are you with? Or who is with you?
Oooh. The same mum who asked me not to run after girls and focus on my studies is now here asking me if I got a woman. Mummy No! I won’t bring you any woman. I will continue to be your son. I guess she wants to see her grandson.

Now let me go out and find that butterfly, it's like I don't have a choice now. I think I am getting to see the need to have one in my garden. The oppression all around is too much.

My friend said, It’s Saturday again! Two wrong souls are getting married.

Imagine. I guess I won't even hold a wedding. If anything should happen then we just act like nothing happened. But if things go fine. Then we might have a wedding when we are over 60 years of age.

Should I consider marriage or not?!

Haaa. It's like I won't. But I really want to. For now, let me just focus on finding that better half or soulmate or whatever she calls herself. But I am sure I won't find her today. Maybe she would be the one to find me first when she needs me. Maybe!

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Here is my response to the Neoxian prompt 25 You can check out more HERE