Why Lord? Why?

Why Lord? Why?

Lara felt moody this particular morning as she sat behind her desk at work. She started wondering if God was upset with her, there were missed opportunities, missed blessings. Her best friend Moji had it all, that amazing job, that dream car, and she would be getting married next weekend, but at 28, Lara was yet to find her bearing.

Two years ago, all she had in mind was getting married to that awesomely wealthy guy, and all her problems would be solved, but wait a minute, she was in graduate school, her peers were striving to get that Fortune 500 job, and being in an ivy-league school, virtually everyone were from comfortable homes, then why the struggle for these jobs? She asked herself.

Her relationship with Makinde has never been stronger, infact he just proposed, and it was a really romantic one, it was a family dinner, as she was heading to the kitchen to get dessert, her younger sister offered instead, that is unusual, because Lara would normally need to write a proposal to get her to do anything, in other words, she wasn’t that nice, Lara was glad she offered anyways. And then there was dessert, already served, Lara’s plate was covered, unlike every other person’s on the table; everyone was busy chatting away and didn’t even hear her ranting to her sis. Taadaa, the cover was lifted and there it was, that beautifully wrapped box, Makinde got down on one knee, and before the question was popped, Lara already screamed YESSS.

This has always been her dream, Makinde’s father was the commissioner of Police and it seemed he had the perfect plan for the couple, that society wedding, that dream house and everything sorted without Lara lifting a pin or spending a penny…a fantasy right? She thought as much too, but no, it was for real. She was living the life *big grin*, or so she thought until things took a different turn. Lara and Makinde could barely stand each other’s guts, the relationship was over and only then did reality dawn on her, now where would she begin? She thought to herself. Her peers were way ahead, she built her life around him and the pecks that would come along with being his wife. Now jobless after 2years of graduation and a master’s degree from an ivy-league school, she ponders on where she got it wrong.

Some ladies never saw the four walls of a school, but they live within the walls of a castle only because they got hitched to that gold mine. Many women have this as their dream, is it wrong? Should a woman build her dreams independently on a man? What if she becomes a career success and men become scared to date her? who says one can’t have it both ways. What do you think? What are your thoughts?

 Abeg tell us o!