On this subject, I intend to write a whole series based on personal experiences and the stories told by friends and families.
A friend named Andre told this story. It was the end of second semester during his final year in the university; most students were writing their last exams on this particular day and as it was the usual tradition, they will be heading home after the exams.
“The road would normally be busy in the evenings after the last days of exams; everyone hits the road at once” he said. The university town is small and located a short distance from the main interstate expressway; on days like that, it’s normally the survival of the fittest.
Andre continued: So, I got to the bus station on this fateful day and there were no buses. The bus drivers had found a perfect day to protest for pay increase. The moment I saw the crowd, waiting at the bus station, I knew we were in for a very chaotic situation.
At the station, I met with two class mates of mine, a guy and a lady, who had arrived at the station earlier. They gave me the gist of what had been happening and then advised that we trekked to the expressway as we might be lucky to get a vehicle going our way.
After a long trek, very burdensome with the luggage, we arrived at the expressway to join all the other students who had gone before us. Before you start talking about Uber, this event happened in early 2000s when Uber was still in people’s heads and minds. The place (expressway) was rowdy; students rushed into every car that stopped to pick up passengers. You had to be strong to get into one of those cars.
Then came this car. The owner should be in his late 30s, probably newly married, judging by the shine of his wedding ring and the way he displayed his fingers for everyone to notice the ring. This time, I was lucky to get a seat. Two guys jumped into the front seat beside the driver while four of us, two guys and two ladies, were lucky to get the back seat. I thought that the wait was over, until the owner of the car decided to address his new passengers.
“Guys, I am not a cab guy neither am I a driver sent on an errand with this car; I am not expecting any payments” he began. I immediately noticed that this guy was only talking to us guys; his speech was not directed at the ladies.
“When I stopped my car to pick passengers, it was because I saw beautiful ladies under the sun; definitely not for you guys. Let me respectfully ask that you get out of my car so that the other ladies under the sun can come in. When you guys get to my level, you will understand that we (guys) are in this world to please women”.
One by one, the guys got out of the car and were replaced by the ladies this guy selected among the students. I had never felt that embarrassed in my life. What is it with some men and beautiful ladies? It’s almost like a screw was turned in this guy’s head when he saw the fair looking female students; you would hardly believe that he was the same guy that just got philosophical with the guys some few minutes ago. He was all smiles as he drove off into the expressway.
Till this day, I still remember those words; “…when you guys get to my level, you will understand”. Now I understand; I see the same approach at work, on the street, in my neighbourhood, virtually everywhere. Men with power do it, men without power do it too; for most men, fair looking ladies are above and beyond; the rest of us (especially the subordinates, males) come after. Sometimes you wonder why some women make efforts (plastic surgery, breast enhancement, liposuction etc) to become a beauty to behold; can it be related to this? Vanity upon vanity, all is vanity.