Bed of Roses

 Who said life isn’t a bed of roses…? Of course, life is sweet….sweet when you’re wealthy. I am not only rich, I am famous as well….Rich, Famous and…hehehe….very handsome!

The Limousine was very close to the Staples Center, Los Angeles; venue for the 56th GRAMMY Awards. I had been nominated in seven different categories including the Honorium Glorium- Album of the Year. My very own  album…whoa!!!

I liked the sound of it. It’s not everyday that a young man from Nigeria gets a nod from the GRAMMYrians. Now it was not just a nod but 7 nods. Oh boy…

Outside was Chaos. The guards were having a very difficult time controlling the Mammoth crowd that had come to witness history in the making. They wanted to see this young Nigerian who was defying all odds, who was breaking all man-made and seemingly natural laws. They wanted me!

Wow! That’s a new one.

She tapped me, offering a glass of Champagne. She was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen, but I hardly remembered her name. After all she was just my liege for the event. I collected the drink and nodded my thanks.

Chateau de la Roverre, 1931…Perfect. I smiled at her again.

Money, Fame, Respect, Love, Beautiful Women, Classic Wine.

What more can one ask for?

Who said life isn’t a bed of roses…?

The Limo stopped and the door opened. The delightful screams that greeted my ears when I got out was music, beautiful music; perhaps only bested by the ones that got me here in the first place. I was almost deafened by the yells, and blinded by the flashing cameras. I posed for a couple photographs, signed a couple autographs, answered a couple questions- paparazzi style- then walked the red carpet to my reserved front-row seat.

First time in America, first time at the GRAMMYs, Front Row seat. Could life be any better?

The show progressed as planned- spectacular performances coming at the speed of sound. I lost the first award I was nominated for, but after the sixth one, I had two Statuettes in my kitty. When I was called upon to perform my hit song Dreams, the ovation was out of this world. I got on the stage, did a verse and then pulled a stunt that got the crowd reeling again. I invited Jay-Z and Alicia Keys to the stage to do the remix of Dreams. It was awesome.

Me. Jay-Z. Alicia Keys. One song. One stage.

Who said Life isn’t a bed of Roses…?

Then the big one. Album of the year.

“And the winner is…..” You guessed right; Me, myself and I.

The biggest award in world music was about to be mine. I who was from an almost insignificant  village in Abia State; I who walked the streets of Okokomaiko Lagos, hustling odd jobs just to meet ends; I…the number one artiste in world music.

Amidst hugs, cheers, back rubs and pats, I floated dazedly towards the stage. Then somebody touched me….more like tapped me continuously….till I woke up.

I woke up!

It was the damned conductor of the damned bus. We had arrived Rumuokoro and he wanted his damned money. If looks could kill, that conductor would have been six feet under. I paid him and got off the bus, clutching onto my Demo CD.

Who said life isn’t a bed of roses…?

Of course it is….and roses have thorns right…?

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30 thoughts on “Bed of Roses

  1. dreams can be made reality…..there are a lot of dreams come true. life is got its int ricaciesn s o dont stoo dreaming.

  2. Lord….how do u come up with these….started loving u intelligence from the 140 lettered tweets… Now am here…. Like i once said… I read ur posts, tweets daily like its the news paper… U good man… Really good… Tho i still wonder how u manage to think/cook stories up….. And oh as predictable as this was… Its worth reading…

  3. Lmao!!! Chydee…. Nice one tho! Expected you to meet a garden full of roses at the end but I guessed wrong, right? Lol… Can you see what I did there?

  4. I’m wondering how u had such a big and fragile dream in a bus, u must have really been comfortable. Did u seat by the window??

  5. Hmmmm. I fancy myself a critIc so I hope you won’t nind too much if I drop a comment or two.
    You chose a relatively common plot. I mean, we all saw it coming: how living the dream winds up a mere dream.
    But even though we could tell the end from the beginning, you still killed it. Simple plot but skillfully plotted.
    The languae, your turn of phrases, the suspense(well, you still lead me on), the climax, all was on point.
    I fancy myself a critic hard to please but you brought your A-game here. Thanks for the pleasurable piece.

  6. Lwkmd…chidi, ur overactive mind no go crash quick o….of cos,life is a bed of roses….until you wake up from the dream….

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