Friday 13 December 2013

AFRICANS AND THEIR IRRATIONAL PENCHANT FOR RESPECT




Africans are by nature quite obsessed with respect and this obsession may be predicated on our cultural upbringing. I remember while growing up we had some neighbours who whenever they came to the house knelt on both knees to greet my mom. In the same vein, we in turn had to return same to their parents anytime we go over to their house to play. And God bless your soul if you didn’t do that, then you will be reprimanded in the strictest of ways.

From time immemorial I had a daily ritual. As soon as I wake up in the morning, I matched to my parent’s room to greet them good morning, then proceed to render same obeisance to my aunts, uncles and elder siblings. That caught on for a long while before I ditched it as one of my attempts at a stubborn juvenile emancipation. 

This matter of respect reminds me of an ex-colleague I worked with a couple of years back. She was cool alright and couldn’t have been more than 10 years older than I am and we got off well. Though now that i think about it, I believe it was mainly because she thought I was older than I really am. I have been told that I act quite mature, guess i am an old soul.

Anyway, this colleague seemed okay with me calling her by her first name until for some reason she stumbled upon one of my credentials and figured out my age. Since then, things changed and she began to Lord over me at any given opportunity, though I did my best to ignore her. Until one day she sequestered me at the office toilet and informed me flatly that she did mind the way I called her by her first name. Saying she would prefer if in future I used the prefix of Mrs or Madam while addressing her. It seemed to me like something from a standup comedy. See me see wahala. Well, I thought since it was so damn important to her, I mentally reset my mind to always include that prefix to her anytime I addressed her.

What’s curious about this is that I never respected her less when I called her by her first name, so why did she feel the need to crave for a ‘Madam’ title? In fact, by the time I began calling her madam, whatever ounce of respect I had for her diminished considerably.  And please note that she never extended a similar respect to me. Instead, she bossed me around more than she did in the past. Including, leaving me to do her work, while I barely had time to do mine.

Recently, I was at a wedding and the MC called the chairman of the occasion to the high table but the chairman refused to rise. Apparently, he is a Chief of some sort in his hometown so without affixing his title, he refused to acquiesce to the invitation and kept the occasion at a stand still for several minutes. It was only until his aide walked up to the podium, collected the microphone from the MC and called the entire names of the said Chief before he walked to the high table.

At Lasgidi a couple of weeks back, I was hanging out at a spot with some of my friends and a top European expatriate Mark who was my friend’s boss. It was a fun night and we talked about everything. Gradually the discussion shifted to this matter of respect and how Africans and maybe Nigerians in particular could give their right arm just to be referred to as Mr, Sir, and the most revered “Oga or Madam”.

My friend who worked with other Nigerian men in the same company with portfolios lesser than that of Mark told us that if he ever called anyone of the other Nigerians by their first names, he was sure they would plot to have him fired. But not Mark. In fact, Mark could not possibly fathom why on earth he could possibly want to be referred to as Mr. Mark. In his opinion it will make him seem unapproachable to his subordinates and that, he couldn’t stand. While we joked around the table referring to him as Mr. Mark, my oyinbo brother became miffed.

Same with my bosses, whenever they introduce themselves to people whether those closest to their age of even much younger, they tell you their first name only. One time I asked Papi why he did so, and he informed me that it is himself he’s introducing. It is his father who is Mr. Papi.  So I began to wonder, if whites and other Nigerian with a certain kind of exposure cannot be bothered about this eye service we do here, why do we choose to be rope ourselves with it to the point of strangling ourselves?

I have some very tiny cousins who will gladly call me Aunty. They could practically worship the floor I walk on but I would never have that. To me, it will only distance me from them, making me unapproachable and somewhat like a cold distant relative to them. Besides, what will it benefit me? They already respect me as it is, do I now want them to revere me? Haba! 

In our society it is normal for us to use the Madam, Oga, Egbon, Yaya titles. Since it is so for people you are older than to respect you, why would you feel the need to affix a title to your name? This I believe is just an extreme case of vanity and aggrandizement. 

Do not get me wrong, I am not implying that we respect our elders less. All I am saying is that we also must respect those younger than we are. There’s no place where it is written that it is the sole responsibility of the young to respect elders. It is a ‘give and take’ relationship. When you respect people, you in turn get respected yourself.

#Word.

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Friday 6 December 2013

WHEN “SETTLING” STARTS TO LOOK APPEALING




The time was 9:09am on Thursday morning. I was seated at my desk sipping on hot chocolate and nibbling on some cookies. It had been a long troubling night and I was just happy the night was over and I could be at work doing what I do and pretending all was well in my well-ordered universe. It was then I received a call from my aunt- “a self-acclaimed Cupid helper”.

Earlier while en-route the office I got a call from a close friend of mine and he had filled me with plenty gist to lift my spirit even though it was only for a moment. So I got to work in a dapper mood and went on with my work. 

It was then the 9:09am call came in. This same aunt had played cupid for me and this protégé of her husband’s about 5 years ago, though he and I had met before prior to her introduction. It was back in secondary school when I saw his picture with a friend and had a huge crush on him. The friend introduced us and we got speaking. However, we hadn’t kept in touch much until my dear cupid helper interceded. So we began a pseudo relationship which was predicated on phone calls only and we barely saw.

After a while I realized he didn’t make my blood stir (I don’t mean this in a sexual way), but he didn’t ignite in me any kind of intellectual fire. I am a stickler for intellectualism, and a good command of English is the first thing I find admirable in a man. Some of my friends call me a sapio-sexual, but what can I say, they aren’t very far from the mark. When a guy mistakes “seat” for “sit” I begin to wonder if I can bear to be stuck with someone like that for the rest of my life.

From an early age I knew I didn’t care if a guy was tall, dark, handsome, rich blah blah. I just wanted him to be smart, educated, vast and versatile. Is that too much to ask?

I am one of those people who love the idea of love so much. In fact, I can “categorically” tell you I love Love. After gobbling up every Harlequin and Historical Romance novel I could lay my hands on while growing up I am sure you will understand where I am coming from. I believe in fairytale; The-whole-knight-in-shining-armor thing. Where a chivalrous man will come in one smooth move, sweep in to save a damsel in distress, marry her and jet off to the forever happily ever after. But to be honest, if you live in the real world you will know that just as every fairytale had evil witches and evil stepmothers, reality’s love affairs aren’t always that beautiful.

Back to my 9:09am phone call, Aunty Cupid called to remind me of same guy she had hooked me up with a couple of years ago. She regaled me with ‘words of wisdom’ from an older married woman’s perspective about how this dude was looking to get married and she feels very strongly that we are well suited for each other. Yes, he is a sweet soul, but here lies my predicament. I’ve always believed that the only reason I would want to get married is if I was totally in love with my significant other. I knew from the get-go that I do not ever want to have to “settle” for anything or anyone just because my peers are all getting hitched and showing off their glamorous engagement rings.

But that was 5 years ago. I may consider myself to be very young but I make no illusions. I have heard stories of women who had so many suitors knocking down their doors to ask for their hands in marriage and they declined every time with no clear reason. Now they are pushing 40 and are desperately looking to settle down. So NO, I do not want to be like that, I want the whole 9 yards. 

However, when you’ve gone through the motions of dating a couple of guys who cannot commit to a particular sock, talk more of committing to a woman, you begin to question that once fundamental bylaw you adhered to. When you know that to find a man who understands that it is his responsibility to take care of his woman, is more difficult than searching for a needle in a sack of hay - That’s when you will begin to have a rethink.

When my female friends who I thought knew what they wanted in a man and would never settle for less begin to rescind their earlier stances and they say to me “Jay, he’s nice and provides for me, what more do I want?” that’s when the harsh reality set in.

This arrangee guy is nice alright, he is sweet in fact, thoughtful also and I roger he will endeavour to provide for me. But is that all a young woman should want from a man she plans to share the rest of her life with? What about that burning fire in your heart? The butterflies in your tummy when you see or think of him? Honestly, sometimes I ask myself; Is wanting all that too much? Will the wait be worth it? So, I think I just might give this fella a chance. It may or may not work out, but we’ll see how it goes. *winks*

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