From a House Keeper to jewellery boss

I’ve really put up my best performance, the transformation is beyond comprehension.

Saturday, July 31, 2010

I’ve really put up my best performance, the transformation is beyond comprehension.

If I do say so myself. From early this year, I have become the founder, patron and Director General of my very own business. That’s right; I went into business for myself. Don’t get me wrong. I’m still holding on to my studies and writing for TNT, but I had to branch out for personal reasons. 

My business is not a business in the traditional sense. No storefront. No cash register. No pensions. No payrolls. No penny-pinching employees. No credit-asking customers.

In fact, nothing monetary, and I don’t pay taxes so RRA better be warned not to follow me since I don’t earn anything. 

But so far, my business has been successful beyond my wildest dreams, enriching my life in ways you wouldn’t believe. 

I’m in the ‘Bijoux’ business. That’s right, the ‘Bijoux’ business. And get this, I only have one diamond. But that’s all I need. You see, my diamond is unique.

There is no other like it in the world. It’s over 5 ½ tall and weighs a little more than 54Kgs. 

I’ve had this diamond for about 5 months now, and didn’t even know it until the third month. But once I realized I had it, I knew I had to devote more time to taking care of it. Does this business sound too good to be true? Well, you and every other dude can get in on the action.

But before you venture into the ‘Bijoux” business, you first need to find your very own special diamond. 

Chances are, it’s right there under your nose. Here’s how you find it. The next time you’re with your wife, girlfriend, or significant other, say these three words: honey, baby, and sweetheart. Chances are, your diamond will respond.

That’s right. She’s your diamond. I know it’s a new way of looking at your lady, particularly for the many guys who suffer from what I call "the plight of a house-keeper.” 

The house-keeper is a man who will give himself wholeheartedly to his relationship, do everything he and his buddies can think of to make his lady happy. But still things don’t work out.

Still, she spends more days than not unsatisfied, discontented, unhappy. 

I call him the house-keeper because he deals with his lady the same way he deals with the glass dining table in his house. Loaded with a roll of paper towels and a spray bottle, he, once a week or so, cleans the glass table and dining chairs of his house.

Basically, he’s good for taking her out to eat, or maybe buying her a gift, or maybe spending long hours sweet-talking her when the weekend comes. 

And like he does his dining table every so often when he mistreats it (pours food on it, cracks it or leaves it dirty for a long time), when he messes up with his lady, he pulls out the paper towels and spray bottle every day for the next week or so, until he gets it looking the way good glass is supposed to look, until he feels like he’s back in good tidings with her. 

But before long, the glass shatters, the relationship ends, and he can’t figure out why. While the houseman took his role in his relationship with the utmost seriousness, he never really understood what he is working with. 

He was a house-keeper when he should have been jewellery boss. When it comes to our women, we often underestimate time and time again what we have in our presence, fall short in giving her the proper care and compassion that she needs.

Too often, we treat our diamonds like glass, not like the precious gems that they are. 

When it comes to creating lasting relationships, you have to have the right tools. Many times, we work with paper towels and glass cleaner when we should have been working with gold settings and crushed velvet cushions.

Sure, some of us may start off with a diamond in the rough. But it’s up to us to care for that diamond so that its brilliance can shine through. 

To be honest, transforming from a mere house-keeper to a prestigious jewellery boss is hard work. From time to time, I still have a lot of house-keeper in me, especially on those days when my lady seems more like faded silver than a sparkling crystalline jewel.

It’s easy to sometimes forget what you are dealing with. After all, a diamond which is the hardest substance known to man can at times come across as too hard, too dominant, too superior, too sharp.

Her sarcasm can cut through you like a hot knife through butter, and sometimes it’s tough to handle, even for the most open-minded men. 

But what I’ve come to understand is that during those particularly hard times, you should not get upset with your diamond. Those are the times when you love her even more.

Those are the times when you appreciate her toughness that is unique only to her. Those are the times when you admire her resistance to wear as one of her greatest gifts.

Those are the times when you appreciate her delicacy that requires much pampering and great care. Those are the times when you appreciate her earthy soul and her clear, transparent love. 

Ever noticed how love makes their skin not to wrinkle and age like other women, how grandma’s skin is as tight and smooth now as it was when you were a kid? That’s because true diamonds handled with care don’t age.

They don’t lose their lustre or their value.  

If more of us would start valuing our ladies as if they were precious jewels to be treasured instead of utilitarian objects to be maintained, we would find that the love that they give us in return would make us feel like a million bucks rich.

Over to you dude! 

jeav202@yahoo.com