WE all have our share of foul-weather friends. But are you one yourself? Your career is grinding to a halt, the man you once termed “the best thing that ever happened to me” has found lasting bliss with another woman and your good friend is driving you insane giving you a blow-by-blow account of her life with her new foundland.

So, when another good friend called, weeping heart-breakingly because the father of her child (you never liked him anyway) wants ‘space’, you feel a glimmer of relief – no matter how tiny. You thank your stars you’re not the only one asking “why me” all the time Solape’s good friend who never allowed the grass to grow under her feet; who in spite of being married, boasts of an impressive array of “shock absorbers”.

She met this politician on a flight to London, struck a relationship with him and gloated about how what was supposed to be a fling had blown into an intimate relationship. A few weeks ago, she came bounding down my drive way. “I’ve called things off with Chief”, she fumed as soon as she settled down. She looked more angry than heart-broken.

“This man’s appetite for sex is insatiable. And there is no day you don’t find him with different types of women or hear about his escapade with these so-called society women.” But what was her problem? She was not looking for a husband, and Chief was over-generous. She also knew the type of lover the poor man was before she plunged into a relationship with him.

“Money is not everything”, she told me, rolling her eyes. “I was at a party last week when the news started making the rounds that one of our so-called-money-miss road celebrities had tested positive to the AIDS virus. Not only that, most of his flashy wives also tested positive. The only lucky escapee is the first wife he virtually abandoned in order to sew his belated wild oats with these fortune hunters he acquired as wives. When I finally saw Chief, I requested we should start using condom. He looked at me as if I’d suggested he robs a bank. ‘What for?’ he sneered. “Use a condom at my age? You told me you didn’t want my children, so why should I now be wearing a silly contraceptive because I want to have sex with you.’

“Talk about being crude, I patiently explained to him about the rampant spread of AIDS and the shocking news of this ‘socialite’s predicament.’ ‘What has that got to do with us?’, he wanted to know. I had to remind him of his penchant for chasing anything in skirt. That all my children were still young and I would love to see them married”, I’m sure we’ve all experienced that feeling of warm smugness when a close friend confides in us. After all, it’s nice that you’re the one they chose to turn to, the only one they trusted with their secret, and the one whose advice they all valued the most.

It’s flattering; it makes you feel needed and secure. I don’t really ask my friends to come to me with their problems, but, I’m a good listener and genuinely care for my friends And, let’s face it, listening to everyone else’s problems makes me forget my own. I consoled Solape the best I could, assuring her she would soon find a replacement. As I saw her to her car, I was dying to give Joanne, a mutual friend a blow-by-blow account of Solape’s current dilemma.

Joanne is an incurable gossip – just like me. When I walked into her sitting room, her stepson, was running around the living room, a picture of health and mischief. His sister was being taken care of by the nanny. Both children were “inherited” by Joanne when her husband’s mistress died in an accident. But the little boy was adorable How children quickly forget? His mum might be dead, but he was quite unaware of this as he snuggled up to Joanne.

Her mothering instinct must have kicked in as she cuddled the boy – who looked really contented and trusting. She listened enraptured as I told her of Solape’s resolve to chuck her politician lover. “Serves her right”, she said. “When I was having problems with Rex (her husband) I went to her for sympathy because you were away for a week then. Instead, she gave me regular accounts of the wonderful time she was having with her beau. I was really depressed at the time and hearing how happy she was didn’t help. I really needed her sympathy but she was in another planet.

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