How God Humbled My Fine Boy Career

In case the burden of beauty was the same as my case, then I would be the prime example. While others were enjoying the luxury of wisdom, wealth, and talent, God only gave me good looks. A fresh-faced boy, of course, the one who could even make women forget their names. Since childhood, people have been saying to me, “Man, your looks will get you a long way.” But hardly anybody told me that “far” could also mean ending up in a hospital bed.

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I have had financial difficulties for over a half of my life. Living on the edge where having before the meal the only ingredient was a major plus. I was continuously looking for a job in the office sector, but no one wanted me. One day the owner of a company saw me, moaned, and said: “young man, we are not going to hire you. You will be a ladies' man.”

I did smile, but it made an impression on me that at least he had recognized the problem of the women being really attracted to me which I had held all along. Thus I started to think of the women as more than just a golden chain. I went for women who were not only capable of taking care of me but also were surprisingly easy to be with. Even when I was at my lowest, these ladies would still manage to provide for me in one way or another. They would get me food, clothes, shoes and would even pay for my transport. I would think, “Oh, is this the way God has gifted me and I have to use it to the fullest?”

In no time at all, I found myself in a relationship with eight different women. Please don’t be too hard on me. The situation was not easy and the economic crisis was even more so, but I was still good looking without paying a dime. Actually, two of the women, I didn’t even know their real names. I saved them in my phone as “Fair Girl Shoprite” and “Ama Spanner” because I met her at Spanner junction. Three others owned shops where I could stroll in and eat like a king. The other three? They offered me cash, credit for my phone, and emotional support on a daily basis.

My life was well organized. Breakfast with one, lunch with another, dinner with the third, and flattery from all eight. I thought I was unstoppable until God announced it was time for a reality check. One day, I woke up unable to properly stand on my feet. My legs were shaky, I had a fever, my stomach was upset, and my head was dizzy. I was scared. Because of my past “community service,” I thought it was the case of an STD. Then the unthinkable happened.

I spent weeks in bed, and the women started to visit, but they started coming in two’s. Before I realized, two of them were in my little room at the same time. It turned into chaos. One shouted, “Who are you?” The other answered, “Who are you?” It then turned into a fight. I was not even in a position to take care of myself, much less intervene. They were ripping off each other’s wigs, yelling, and punching. I was lying in bed like a vegetable being slowly burnt by the flames.

After that, a moment that would not be forgotten took place. They started to push each other, and while doing so, they also pushed me. I lost my balance and fell onto the floor from my bed just like a big bag of rice would fall. Not even one person assisted me because they were all preoccupied scoffing at one another. When the fight was finally over, they all departed with their presents, food, and love. The one who had brought me waakye even took her spoon back.

It was my mother and father along with my brothers and sisters who supported me. By the time I got back to my normal self, the disease had so greatly reduced my ego that my cheekbones even looked like they had surrendered. I had lost my “handsome glow.” That was when I got my wake-up call: “The one who messes about with other people’s love and emotions for fun will be punished by the humbling of even his ancestors.”

Presently, I have a job, a genuine one. Not because of my appearance but my CV and commitment. I have set it in my mind that: “The one who plays with people's hearts for his amusement will not only be the one to suffer; his ancestors too will be humbled.”

—Yaw

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