Tick Tock

Tick tock

© Folakemi Emem-Akpan

Tick tock.

You can hear your biological clock ticking. And it’s going so fast the sound almost deafens you, so you do what most desperate women do.

You go clubbing.

The first night, there are more women than men, women who are in the exact same shoes as you’re in. All but two of you spent the first dozen years of your matured lives building careers, then you spent the next five unseating your directors and taking over their corporate seats. Just last year, all but two of you realised you were alone.

All but two of you are desperate.

The men would not bite. They circle the lot of you warily, chat up the prettiest amongst you, and promptly retire into dark corners with the best of the best amongst you. You return home unattached.

The second night, the gender disparity is minimal. A guy in coke-bottle glasses chats you up but when he gets a closer look at the fine network of wrinkles at the sides of your eyes, he excuses himself.

The third night, you get lucky.

He is handsome in the way only male models can be. He has close-cropped hair, liquid black eyes, full lips a girl would die for, and a six foot frame that bears up his body weight quite nicely. He makes a beeline for you, offers to buy you a drink, and tells you you’re the prettiest thing he ever laid eyes on. You’re not sure you believe him, but it feels nice anyway.

The next morning, he wakes up next to you on your bed, in your room, in your six bedroom house. You remember vaguely that he told you something about forwarding and clearing, but the last thing on your mind is what he does for a living.

Three months to the day, your room has become his, your home his, your cars his. He hardly goes to work, prefers to sit in your living room, watch your cable TV, have his fill of meals made by your house help.

One night, you return home to dinner by candle light and soft music. He treats you like no one has ever done, pulls out your chair, slips a rose petal into your hair. Then he goes on one knee and produces a ring. Would you marry him?

You are ecstatic. The gods must be smiling down at you at last. Tearfully, you say yes. Yes, yes, yes. The night would have been a lovely one, one you would never forget if not that sorrow suddenly seems to engulf him. When he sits beside you on the sofa later that night,  he confesses to you that his business is not doing well. He’s had a bit of a challenge with Customs. Several of his containers have been seized for no just reason and he needs some money urgently. If you would be kind enough to loan him. Not so much, just three million Naira. And not for long, two months tops.

You say yes. You don’t care if he ever returns the money. Love is all about sharing and you love him so much your stomach aches just thinking about him, about the future, about the cute litter of children the two of you would produce.

You hand him the cheque the following day. His smile is breathtaking and the lovemaking that night is fantastic.

For the next four days, he’s absolutely attentive.  He loves you with his body, and he brings you breakfast in bed afterward.

He doesn’t come home the fifth day. When you call him, he tells you he’s busy at the port, he’d try to see you soon.

Soon turns out to be eight days. Then off he goes again.

You’ve not seen him in eight weeks. And when you call him, you get no connection. Something tells you he’s blocked your line.

You’re back where you started.

Your biological clock is ticking.

Tick tock.

13 thoughts on “Tick Tock

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  1. You are correct that our ladies are getting wiser. But some ( a lot) still allow themselves to get dragged into rubbish because of marriage desperation.


  2. Very true..in many cases, but our ladies are wiser now..and many are not being dragged in to that ditch because people like us know better and give everyone a breathing space, stopping with all the unnecessary, probbing and private territory invading questions. I believe change truly starts with the man in the mirror. I believe that because one has waited for so long for something to happen, say like finding the right person..that infact should even prompt one to make the wait worthwhile! by sticking to finding not just anybody but some one who is deserving..if only they would understand this…goodthing anyway, this light is spreading by the day!!

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  3. Indeed, we do a lot of things to ourselves, but the society that we live in doesnt always help too. It tells women, directly or otherwise, that the only way that they are valuable is as married women, and this is a no no. The change can start from me and you and we must stop asking someone again and again and again why they are not married yet. Thank you for your comments.


  4. Yes oh. And our society does not help as well. Although it is usually coming from a good place, it is never a good thing to ask why someone is not married at their age…and we as a society – friends, parents, siblings, co-workers, church members – do that a lot, and by so doing pile up the pressure.


  5. Thank you so much for your comment. Indeed, life as an adult female can be a huge balancing act. And the biological clock never stops…


  6. A beautifully written story that clearly depicts the condition of our female millennials as they struggle to balance the idea of making time for a successful career and making time for marriage and kids. In most cases and given the harsh, demanding and highly competitive condition of our world, many opt for the latter but lacking the power to put the biological clock on hold.

    Ticking off career on the list, they hurriedly do everything and anything to get a man and keep a home and then make babies. They soon find out, and much to their dismay, that marriage is not that simple. Still the biological clock never stops: it ticks on and more deafeningly.

    Tick tock.

    Thumbs up, Folakemi Emem-Akpan. 😀


  7. This type of men are deceivers, and women should not be desperate to get married as God time is the best. May God help our women not to fall into wrong hands.

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  8. This is just crazy. Why do we do these kind of things to ourselves.
    I know we all deserve to be with someone but being desperate about it does not really help. Desperate about your countries situation or desperate about a new job or desperate about anything usually doesn’t end well

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