Bad Boys Kill Dreams

Where do broken hearts go?

Losing Whitney Houston over the weekend was a big shock to the entire world. Here was a woman whose life started like a fairy tale – big voice, high energy, beauty, love from both white and black community, awards, fame, wealth….

And then it all took a rude turn with Bobby and drugs as the fountain of her calamity. We blinked, and Whitney was a different human being entirely! Her beauty faded away, her voice lost its sheen and the music stopped for a long time.

The queen of pop slowly took a back seat in our lives whilst we rejoiced with the new princesses of music like Rihanna who reminded us how rewarding hard work and persistence can be (not that I make any comparisons)

We were glad when Whitney made a come-back, finally we could feel that velvety voice of hers with the energy that only her claimed for many years. The album dropped, and we were empathetic that she wasn’t as silky smooth as she used to be.

To be fair, who goes through years of drug addiction and still come out feeling, sounding or looking pristine?

But we were willing to watch her get her groove back, grow back into herself and gain her life…it would be gradual, die-hard fans like me realise this, but it would be worth the time.

And then, just like Michael Jackson, she died just when she was about to blow the candle, making her best wish.

*Tears*

Again, if we are fair without calling a spade a hammer, we would agree that one character that she let into her life caused a major part of the down-turn her life eventually took.

Bobby Brown.

I am not relieving Whitney of any blame. As an adult it is still her final decision to permit anyone to hurt her.  So to some extent, yes, Whitney did contribute to her own misery.

Bobby was the bad boy, and we know how women feel about bad boys, we want a piece of them, even if we will never take them home to mama. We want to be the one who would be said changed a bad boy. We want to have him exclusively so other girls can be jealous. We want him because he is bad, and hot, and every girls wild fantasy.

But the bad boy is a bad boy and do bad things to himself, to you, and to the people in your lives.

Of course, Whitney must have been experimenting with drugs like most other artistes, but to now be tied to someone whose prerogative is to be in the wrong most of the time was just the fuel needed to continue into the lure of bad attitude. With that followed a series of appearances on the red carpet and on TV that just ridiculed the true essence of the woman we once loved so dearly.

Now she’s dead. Does it make any sense that she lost her life because of bad company?

Love is a good thing, but love hurts. And when love hurts too deep, it is best to walk away. As women we are always afraid to be alone, to stay without a man, so we stay with whatever and whoever. It happens even to men too. We get married for all the wrong reasons.

I had wanted to take time out to dissect the husbands that were on sale last Friday. I’ll do that properly tomorrow. But as part of that article, whilst you are shopping for your partner, remember not everything that glitters is made of pure gold. Cheap shiny wraps glitter, and so do cheap jewellery. Just because there’s a shine to it doesn’t make it real.

RIP Whitney Houston.

-          Adaora