Men Pick Men, Women Pick Men

Are you tired of hearing the same “Men are scum” phrase over and and over? I assure you, thou art not alone.

Growing up, what we were taught was “Be careful of women” but somehow, the narrative changed as we grew older to the famous ‘mennascum’. Are men really scum?

I proceed to share my experience; have fun.

So I had this friend X in high school who was like my sister, I was closer to her than my sister and me being me, we were going to be best friends forever. LOL. We even planned wedding dresses together and baby names, such beautiful love we shared.

As planned, we ended up in the same university and started to live together. Oh life was so blissful we were inseparable. we went everywhere together, painted our nails the same colour and wore the same hairstyles.

Then young man Y, aura and long hair (without the muscles sha) that she couldn’t get over came along. It put a strain in our relationship, because all I could hear was Y this Y that. I know what you’re thinking, I assure you it wasn’t jealousy.

For one, I thought they were moving too fast especially as I could deeply feel that he was a “fcuk boy” (PARDON MY FRENCH) but hey best friends stick with each other through it all right so I gave them both my blessings and kept my ‘unsolicited advice’ to myself.

She fell sick at some point during the semester, and he came around to see her then she asked for popcorn. I didn’t mind going by myself, OAU is safe at all hours on campus but Mr Y insisted on being a gentle-man and walking me to the popcorn spot. Now in retrospect, I wonder if she really wanted popcorn or she just wanted privacy with the love of her life.

I digress.

If you went to OAU you’d know about SUB popcorn! Oh my that popcorn had (still has) a reputation of its own, it was as close to popcorn heaven as we knew. So merrily we went to get popcorn for our damsel in distress, and halfway through the journey the young man was holding my hand and talking about liking me.

Eskis Sah? Are we complete? is everything okay back home? (calm down, LOL. THIS IS NOT A MENNASCUM STORY). These were all the questions I wanted to ask but I coldly recoiled and asked what the hell he was thinking. He smiled all the way and didn’t stop talking I almost went mad from the sound of his voice. As soon as we got back, I handed her the popcorn and went to sit outside, enraged and plotting all the ways to deal with the two-faced maggot and get my best friend out of the snare of the fowler.

After what seemed like eternity, He left and I angrily went in to narrate my ordeal in the hands of the devil.

“You need to stay away from this boy o! ah! he’s no good! I always suspected he was a rubbish boy and he proved it tonight”….

And so on I continued, chipping in cuss words at intervals to emphasize my point and make her see reason.

I went to bed with joy in my heart thinking the “relationship” had come to an end, if only my naive mind knew that the only relationship ending was that of me and my best-friend. She, in her anger for whatever she was feeling went to confront Mr Y who told her I tried to kiss him and I  told him she didn’t really like him.

This is where it gets interesting; my friend starts to ignore me, and pick fights over little things and it didn’t make sense to me. Then I started to hear malicious lies like I tried to steal her boyfriend from people that claimed she said it. I’d laugh off those stories, and even mention it to her as gist and we’d laugh about it together.

We stopped talking eventually, and I tried for 2 years to find out what the problem was, and eventually gave up. Whatever the issue was, the friendship didn’t mean enough to her  if she ignored me for two years over it so I let her be.

Three years later, I find out that she cut me off because according to her “She didn’t know who to blame because we both gave different accounts of that night.” And she admitted that she actually spread the gist of stealing her boyfriend.

LOL! she didn’t know who to believe yet she kept in touch with him over the years and she didn’t even think twice about all that we’d shared? She didn’t care that i’d have to look for another bridesmaid?

Anyway I blocked her after that conversation and moved on for good. Finally, some closure. I could finally stop beating myself up over what went wrong.

Why did I remember this story, I was talking to a friend today about the fact that “men always choose men, women most often choose men” and she agreed.

Women, we are our biggest rivals! I’ve been hurt more times by women than men in this one lifetime. Examples abound and more stories will come on other days. Isn’t it bad enough that we’re looking over our shoulders because of men and now we also have to be careful of women too?

You’d rarely ever see a woman come in-between men, they’ll talk about it over beer while picking out new women but women, God forbid such a thing. We will gossip about it till the return of Jesus and try to destroy each other in every possible way.

Men are still scum she no doubt but women are scum. We are all scum.

PS: MEN DOESN’T MEAN ALL MEN.

WE DOES NOT MEAN EVERYBODY.