Stalking is defined as to pursue or approach stealthily. Synonymously, it is to creep up on, trail, follow, shadow, track down, go after, be after, course, hunt.
The past month, I stumbled upon a woman doing things I never imagined existed in my lifetime. I have only seen on television, especially crime channels, but never did I imagine the probability of witnessing one, let alone in a humble country such as ours.
A friend approached me for advice. He admitted to have given his phone number to a beautiful girl who approached him as he arrived at work, claiming business. Her methodology was so convincing. She came unto him with his full details and claimed to have known him through a mutual friend. That evening she bombarded him with text messages to which I was privy to. Firstly, they were innocent greetings and requests for a meeting to iron out their business deal. Before three days, the messages spiraled out of control.
She claimed to have loved the man from the first day that she laid eyes on him, was spending sleepless nights thinking about him, asked him how many babies they would have together and even thanked God for bringing him into her life. She went further to attempt a few tricks up her sleeves to get the man into bed and even after her schemes failed, she continued pursuing her agenda. She vowed, in her texts that nothing would get in the way of her love for him. His protests fell on deaf ears. She continued by sending nude photos and trailing his every move, giving him details of his family and hangouts.
Well, I thought he had made his made his bedand was chickening out from lying in it now that he got what he wanted until one day he asked to lay in wait somewhere he went to have lunch to watch what he meant. I sat there and him a few tables away from where I pretended to take coffee. Out of the blues, our lady appeared offering a huge hug: “Hi, honey. I have missed you”. She was with a friend and so was he, but the awkwardness of the moment was evident. He pushed her off and took the opportunity to lash out at her unwelcome pleasantries, demanding her to stop her act before she calls the police.
At that moment, I judged nobody, but was appalled by my fellow woman’s display of desperation that went as far as posting nude pictures of herself to her victim, inviting him to her ‘goodies’. I was called to witness partly so I can write about the hardcore pursuit of men by some women which may not be talked about as much.
Whatever happened to the tradition of the man seeking a woman, struggling to convince her of his love as opposed to laying it all bare as an advertisement? Must we be shamed and humiliated before we realise we are not wanted?
Are we that overconfident to believe that no man can resist us? And the value of our bodies, should they be diminished in the moment of getting what we want in spite of the cost just because we believe they are our strongest weapons or assets?
Even the most promiscuous men love decent and respectable women. They take pride in a kill. Unlike scavenging, getting a woman after going through the trouble of courtship or rebuffs gives them the feeling of achievement to cherish the girl they saw and loved. Slow down ladies, please. Let us guard our dignity and stop abusing ourselves. If we want love, wealth or fame, it comes to those who wait patiently.