The plights of an Empress

   
    My name is Barbara, Barbara Balogun and my journey through this boulevard called life has taught me many Lessons.
    For one, success has so many friends but failure not so much.  In fact most successful people have had their stories re- written by so many authors and most of these biographies clearly leave out the fact that we had several failed attempts before arriving at the throne of success and that being and staying successful has its own perils.  Well,  my biography too is not an exception and that is why I'm  gonna be telling you about the flaws in my success story.
       For instance, when I was younger I couldn't pass my common entrance exam flawlessly, mostly as a result of the fact that I hated maths and thus had to be admitted on trial. It made no difference to Dad though, as he felt that an admission was an admission and the fact that it was on trial did not make me any less human.
     I soon got into school and started to top my class, a situation of "the almost rejected stone becoming the corner stone"  and the tale being told by my principal; the same woman who had admitted me on trial was...
  ... "be like Barbara, she aced the common entrance exams and had continued to lead ever since".  And I'm  thinking, maybe success does have a way of formatting memories of failure because my principal wasn't one to tell a lie.
      Anyway, that is not the major tale.  The  tale behind my success story is most likely similar to one of the programs on "E"  with such a title as - "the pain behind the fame".
      It is true that I come from a very rich family, infact  most people see me like a heiress of some sort. Most especially because of the  fact that Dad had a very difficult beginning before the wealth came along thus it was a general belief that he was naturally going to spoon feed us his children. Which was not the case as Dad had a different concept, he  allowed us all to start from scratch.
       Anyway, I'm fast approaching my 30's and pressure was already on me to find a husband.  And just when I thought all hope was lost and I was soon becoming a laughing stock for my peers, Kelly came along. He claimed to be the heir of another wealthy Empire, but that was not the reason why I fell in love with him.
    I fell in love with him because he was a smooth talker. He sounded very enlightened,  knew a lot about wines and seemed to know about everything else.  He said the right things just when I needed to hear them but most importantly he was drop dead gorgeous.  However he soon began to act funny and would make me pay for our dinners together and almost every other material delight we enjoyed.
    Thus, I called him up on it. "you are a man remember, you must take care of these things sometimes" I said calmly.  And that was when he opened up to me about his family going bankrupt, and begged me not to leave him because I was all he's got,  and love won over all odds and I continued to spend.
      Something odd happened a few weeks later, when I didn't hear from him and I couldn't reach him either.  Naturally,  I panicked as I immediately drove  to his place of residence and got the shock of my life when the supposed owner told me, he had been on a holiday in Paris and had left the house in the care of the(house keeper) house boy.
    I immediately asked for the residence of this house keeper so that I could inquire from him the location of my lover Kelly. But lo and behold on reaching the location and I asked for the house keeper  whose name was Emeka, I magically saw the replica of my Kelly wearing a boxer and filed bathroom slippers.
      I leaned on my car for support as it felt like either I had a stroke or low blood sugar. But after much thoughts, again, Love won!
     I planned to run into his arms and tell him that I had learned of the truth but I was going to take care of him from now on.  But just before I took my first step, some girl ran into his arms like she could read my mind.  I had badly wanted to believe that she was his sister, not until they started locking lips together.
      To be sincere,  I was hurt,  but after looking at his clothes and his present environment. It was obvious that he didn't even have the initiative to save or even make use of the cash I had given him.
    The idiot must have squandered it all.  I wanted him to pay! I wanted him to know that he had stepped on the toes of a rich and powerful individual, but just staring at him there, I realised that his present state of poverty was punishment enough.
      I felt even better, when I saw his lover's face as all it told was "love is blind",  maybe she had some inner beauty of some sort.
     I later told my father that I wanted an arranged marriage instead, because I didn't have the strength to love again...  But I did, I did love again,  my husband to be, a wealthy heir this time, not some house boy from the ghetto... Winks*...

... Now you know being rich has it's down side...