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Posted by J Kel |
This article was submitted by Heine Nzumafo
One of the most difficult things about being a teenager is not being able to see the person you like, when you want to see them. If you two are dating, you can work hand in hand to come up with plans, to weave stories around your parents hoping not to get caught in your lie. If it’s someone who interests you, then you have to find a way to see them on your own. In my teens that was tricky. Most girls were tightly guarded in strict homes by unfriendly looking parent, and if you were really ‘lucky’, she might just have a mean older brother. Whatever the case, there always was the chance of running into a parent or sibling against your wish. Many of us have interesting stories to that end.
But most parents are not mean for nothing. Most of them are very reasonable, if and only if, you can reason with them and like them. That unfortunately is what many of us omit and disregard. Most parents want someone responsible, someone interesting, whom they can trust and believe in; someone confident and well directed, and most especially with good intentions and influence. If you can portray these, then your problem is a no-brainer. Unfortunately, as a teenager, we have little time if any is given, to show these qualities. And when the opportunity arises, we lack the confidence to express ourselves eloquently. We let guilt overtake us. This guilt translates to bad intentions. I’ll tell you a few of my stories. Hopefully you will share the humor and reap some meaning.
I met my first girlfriend at a party. She was stunning and elegant and I knew I had to see her again. She seemed interested, but bluntly told me it would be impossible to see her. She barely left her house, and when she did she was accompanied by one of her many brothers. A week went by and I ran into her friend who found a way to give me an hour with her. That hour fueled my desire to a point of compulsion. Another painful week went by, and against all counsel, I decided to pay her a visit.
It didn’t take long to get to her house, or so it seemed. Her father was sitting out on the veranda. I could tell where her height came from, but not her complexion. He was dark and unfriendly looking. The crease on his forehead cautioned me to speak a safe distance away. “Good evening”, I started, managing my words as clearly as I could. “Yes, may I help you?” “Yes sir, I’m here to see …” He didn’t let me finish. He assumed for me. “my son, he finished”. I knew his son, we had played ping-pong a few times. But he was not the person I came to see. My brain worked quickly as I had to adjust my approach. “Yes and no actually,” I started. “My mom sent me to the house across from you, it’s not yet too late so I figured I’d stop by to say hello, to both your daughter and son.
I attend holiday classes with them both, and since he’s always with her, she’s my friend too” Well, that part was true. They came to holiday classes together, both loved basketball and I’d seen them play even though I never did. They also always walked home together. “They’re not home now. They’ve gone to church”. I felt like I had wasted my effort. Then I saw an opportunity. “Oh sir, I’m sorry, I should have introduced my self. I told him my name, my school, my class, where resided and how I knew both his children. I told him I was impressed by the mark of good upbringing they showed. Yes I flattered him, but it gave him a chance to judge me as one of good values too. Besides it was true! So I excused myself and left.
Continue to ..... Meeting her parents - PART II
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