I can't help Sharon, can you?

 

I tried to be nice with this article to be very honest but does Sharon actually need help or she's just a confused woman? (Photo credit: Google)

When I saw Sharon’s call on Sunday, I knew something serious was happening. She’s the type that will not call except the roof is burning; Sharon will tell you to only text except someone is dying; I always wonder how she copes as a relationship manager at Stanbic…

She permitted me to write about her, and she also wouldn’t mind your two cents. Sharon is 30, well-to-do and bubbly. She’s got a balanced life; she’s the life of the party when outside, and can also be that annoying introvert, she works hard, and she’s well compensated for it.

She met Ibrahim during NYSC in 2014, and camp affairs gave birth to a relationship of six years because they only started officially in 2016. Everything was going fine regardless of some tiny differences – She’s Igbo, and Ibrahim is Fulani, although he lives and works in Lagos and speaks Yoruba better than Moji Coker.

Sometime in January of this year, Ibrahim told Sharon that they needed to talk. When you hear such, you know it’s serious; Ibrahim’s parents want him to marry a particular girl, obviously a family arrangement, and he didn’t have it; he needed Sharon to listen to him so they could win together.

Ibrahim told Sharon that the only way he can win his family members over is if Sharon gets pregnant; it looks straightforward, especially if you consider that Sharon is 30 and Ibrahim is 31. Trust me, they love and want to be together, but Sharon is one of those sisters that do not listen to certain instructions.

I’m trying my best not to call her a “Twitter Feminist” Sharon thinks it will never happen for her to get pregnant to make the marriage happen. They dragged this until late April, and last week, Ibrahim sent her an official note that he would have to bow to pressure and walk from what they share if she didn’t agree with him.

You’d read that and say “good riddance” at face value, right? But when Sharon called me on Sunday, she was crying. She doesn’t want to lose Ibrahim, and in the same vein, she doesn’t want to lose her dignity as an “independent woman” that has a mind of her own and only does what she wants to do.

Petty me, I asked why she didn’t reach out to the coven for them to help out, and she didn’t take the joke lightly; she didn’t talk to me until yesterday morning. She needs help, and she’s torn between disappointing her “men are trash” geng by bowing to Ibrahim’s pressure and losing him altogether.

This story is exactly how it is, and while I know my narrative is biased and sarcastic, the reason behind that is obvious enough to all of you. I am a proud “informed and educated” feminist. I stand for the respect and protection of women, but my father did not raise an idiot.

You might wonder what fuels Sharon’s confusion; Ibrahim is from a family that believes women belong to men and should never have a voice; I have known Ibrahim for four years now, and he is nothing like that, but it’s not my place to delve further.

Sharon needs help, and she’s confused. Ignore my biased narrative and help a sister. If you were in her shoes, what would you do? I expect some of her teammates to attack me, it is what they do for a living but Sharon asked for help, I'll focus on that.