Cheryl, a 27 year old attractive recently-divorced over-hyped popstar is pacing the floor of her hotel room. She needs to talk to someone, she must, she has to. For the sake of her sanity, she needs a figure to cry to. The door opens and in comes Victoria, 37, an ex-pop star and married mother of three with an additional one on the way.
Cheryl: aaww Vivi, I’m so glad you are here.
Vivi: (checking Cheryl all over) babe, you ok? What’s wrong? You sounded really bad on the phone, had me worried
Cheryl: Vivi, thanks for coming. I’ve been going crazy out of my mind.
Vivi: Talk to me babes, what’s happened?
Cheryl: it’s Ashley. He just …
(She’s stopped short by the knock on the door. She opens it and in comes Eva, a 36-year old superstar actress and Mashonda, 30 year old washed-up RnB singer, both new on the divorce circuit. Like ‘Vivi’, the two of them rally round her, scanning her with a worried look)
Mashonda: Cheryl, what’s wrong. You got us worried naw
Eva:Yea what happened Cheryl. My heart was beating so fast with every step. What’s up?
Cheryl: Aaawww eyah guys, I’m sorry if I got you scared. It’s not that big, but for me it is a big deal
Vivi: what is it? This chic talk naw
Cheryl: It’s Ashley
Mashonda: Ehn, wetin do am?
Cheryl: He wants us to give it another go
(All three breathe sighs of relief)
Mashonda: Is that what you called us here for? See this girl o
Eva: (laughing)
Vivi: Really? That’s very good
Mashonda: (looks at Vivi in disbelief, then reverts her focus on Cheryl) and what did you say when he told you that?
Cheryl: I panicked. I hung up on him. I didn’t know what to say.
Mashonda: You didn’t know what to say?
Cheryl: What could I have said at that point?
Mashonda: Umm…I don’t know…how about he covers himself in honey and go disturb a beehive?
Vivi: Mashonda, easy!
Eva: (who has broken out of the circle and is now lounging on the bed) Cheryl, you are not seriously thinking of going back to him, are you?
Cheryl: Well…I don’t know…I’m really confused at th….
Vivi: (interrupting) and what if she does? Would that be an offence?
Mashonda: Against her spirit, yes!
Vivi: Her spirit?
Mashonda: Hell yeah!! Her spirit, her eleda!
Vivi: You can’t blackmail her into that emotion you know
Eva: Mashonda is right though. (now sitting up) Cheryl, a man that’s hurt you once will see nothing in doing it again
Vivi: Are you guys serious?
Mashonda: Is this not the same dude that slept with that humpty-dumpty hairdresser and you forgave him?
Vivi: And?
Mashonda: Of all people to mess around with, that? You have been rated one of the most beautiful women in the world and he still felt the need to poke his penis in a dingy burrow. Naahhh mehn!!
Eva: Think about it though Cher-cher. After you forgave him, he was still sexting some stripper
Cheryl: (starts pacing, confused) I know…I know.
Eva: And even after you two divorced, he went on a voyeuristic rampage with two other strippers. Sometimes, I wonder if that boy has any skull let alone a brain.
Cheryl: (stops pacing, looks directly at Eva) Don’t you talk about him like that ever again. Regardless of what he’s done, he remains the man I once exchanged vows with.
Vivi: Guys, you lot talk as if you don’t know the kind of lives we live. Women wish they could be us, so they constantly throw themselves at our husbands.
Mashonda: And that’s their excuse?
Vivi: They are constantly inundated with temptations in all shapes, colours and sizes. It’s really hard for them
Mashonda: No offence Vivi but sharrap abeg. What are you talking?
Eva: Abi o
Mashonda: I know all about giving a man a second chance and him pissing all over it, so Cheryl, trust me I do know how you feel.
Cheryl: I know darling, I’m so sorry. How’s SWIZZ?
Mashonda: Well, he’s still alive, that’s about all I know. It still BEATZ me how he could just do me like that with not so much as a glance back
Vivi: My dear it happens. It’s called Shit.
Eva: You can talk Vivi, your husband is still clenching on to your apron strings
Vivi: And you think it’s been smooth sailing for us? Babes, there are so many goliaths in the form of other women but my DAVID is going nowhere.
Mashonda: At your BECK and call, lucky you
Vivi: Na so we see H’AM ooo
Eva: But not everyone is as lucky though
Vivi: You mean not everyone is as patient or even as strong? You have got to learn to overlook, my dear Cheryl, Eva and Mashonda and learn to forgive
Mashonda: And when they don’t wanna be forgiven nko? When they don’t even care if they are or not
Vivi: Omo na to let them go be that oo. Guess they’ve finally found the KEY to their heart
Eva: Hmmmm
Vivi: And you Eva, it’s not over till the fat lady, or even man sings. Fat TONY hadn’t sung, I doubt he was ever going to, but you told your husband where to drive his PARKER. You lost him, you let him go.
Eva: What da hell? He cheated on me
Vivi: And that only confirms that he’s human, not devoid of slip-ups or missteps. What happened to forgiveness, Eva? You are from a Catholic background, you should know plenty about that naw.
Cheryl: Umm, guys…over here (gestures to herself)
Mashonda: Cher-cher, the fact remains you can’t go back to him. He’ll keep hurting you
Eva: That’s right baby, there are rules to this
Vivi: Rules…rules….rules!! Who da hell makes them?
Eva: Well, life does. Life dictates how you act in certain situations
Vivi: And life told you not to forgive, bear grudges and rush to dissolve your vows just because some trampy mess got lucky with your man? How abeg? Email, text, call? How oooo??
Eva: Vivi, abeg leave story
Mashonda: Cher-cher you gotta move on mehn, forget this guy. A pig will never stop being an animal.
Cheryl: Forget who exactly? Ashley? Omo, that one go hard small ooo.
Mashonda: But you got Derek, no?
Cheryl: Derek? That child? He couldn’t even reach the spot. It’s true what they say about black guys you know?
Mashonda: (laughing so hard) You mean Derek is not well-endowed.
Cheryl: All the guy has is a Wande ‘COLE’ ooo…he makes me miss ASHLEY so much.
Eva: Just because Ashley was, by ur definition, a demi-god in bed doesn’t mean you should go back to him
Mashonda: Babe, you are a celeb. You can have any man you goddamn want
Cheryl: Yea, I can but hardly anyone I can fall in love with like I did Ash
Mashonda: Babes, na you know ooo. Now that I’m a celeb, I know I can…
Vivi: (interrupts) A celeb? Lo ba tan! Girl, come down back to earth, it’s looking for you.
(Cheryl and Eva burst out into uncontrollable laughter)
Mashonda: (eyes them up and kisses her teeth) It’s you people that know naw…your headache!!
Vivi: (now facing Cheryl) Do you still love him?
Cheryl: Of course I do.
Vivi: Babes, then do what seems right to you. If you feel he’d never hurt you anymore, then by all means go for it
Cheryl: But Simon says if I go back to Ashley, I’ll become public enemy number one.
Vivi: Of course he’ll say that. In case you haven’t realised, that monkey with the ridiculously-white fangs has a crush on you. Go figure!
Cheryl: He also said the whole nation was behind me when I decided to leave Ash, that that’s how I became their sweetheart
Vivi: No Cheryl, you became the nation’s sweetheart because you decided to dance to their tune, not yours. Everyone said leave him, same as they said to me when REBECCA started her rubbish. That one, dirtier than the LOOS in a Mexican town, couldn’t prise me from my man. I stood by him through thick and thin, through it all. I took and still take my vows seriously. Sweetie, you are the only one that knows where the shoe hurts. Do you babe…YOU!!
Eva: And if he hurts her again?
Vivi: Then she can go to bed knowing she really has done her best. Trust me, the sleep is sweeter with a better conscience.
Mashonda: Hmm…me I’ve said my own though
Vivi: You see em? Misery likes company. Your contribution has been noted. Thank you!
Cheryl: (chuckles) Thanks guys, you lot are the best. I love you all!
All three: And we love you too
*CURTAIN CLOSES*
Did you catch the drift of the story? Ok good. If you didn’t at first attempt, do read it again, it’s free. Just to point out here, this post is not to mete out any moral advice or advocate a particular stance, like who cares, right?
The idea for this post came into my head this afternoon and refused to self-destruct, so I decided to bring it to life. And it’s been written this way because I imagined if all four of them ever gathered for a chat, this is how it would go. The sacred commune of a bunch of spoilt divas. Quite interesting right? Four specimens for lab experiement, jolly!! Hope you enjoyed it. Do let us hear from you, your feedback is always appreciated. Also, don’t forget to tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend. The more, the merrier! Thank you!!