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Ladies, who’s fake, you or me?

What you need to know:

  • I see so many people who have refused to be themselves and have lived and seen the world through the eyes of others, real or imagined.

Throughout my life, I have been an advocate for originality in all I do. A fraud is a first-class turn-off. I see so many people who have refused to be themselves and have lived and seen the world through the eyes of others, real or imagined.

All I know is that I am a middle-aged man, I enjoy a drink or two, I avoid trouble when I can, and I make friends as easily as I breathe. I steer away from eccentric living and make my hands and brains work simultaneously to keep bread on my table and earn a man’s respectability.

I do not try to steal the show when I am not the one on it. Put otherwise, I am as real as Mt Kilimanjaro.

Women amaze me. I was talking with a woman friend who kept saying, “Be real.” I wondered why she kept repeating this tired cliché even when it was uncalled for.

I wear no fakeness. I cannot remember my whole life as a man wearing a wig or those exotic hairs for which one does not know the original owner. Hairs that could have been shaven from a dead body—Peruvian, Chinese, Indian, Mongolian, or American.

Mine is the kinky African hair that oscillates between barbed wire and steel wool and can easily be used to scour a sooty pot to be in spick-and-span condition.

My lips are not smudged with cherry red lipstick that makes me look like a vampire after a hefty blood-sucking spree in Christopher Lee’s horror movie Taste the Blood of Dracula, derived from the famous Bram Stoker’s novel Dracula.

My eyes don’t have an exaggerated owlish look because I do not wear mascara or accentuate my look with eye pencils. A man like me does not wear what women call foundation (the only foundation I know of is that of a building).

Well, the crux of the matter is that so many women are fake. Yet they demand a one-sided submission by men—men ought to be real. I am a soap-and-water man when it comes to grooming. My wife is a soap-and-water woman, although a layer of lotion does not bother her.

She does not bother me about the money she spends in the salon. She wears dreadlocks, and that makes her a perfect woman for me. As for being real, have a really cool weekend and be real!