The story begins like this:
My trip to the Kiniwata
Island in the Pacific was a memorable one. Although the island was beautiful
and I had an enjoyable time, the thing I remember most about my trip was the
fact "Johnny Lingo gave eight cows for his wife." I’m reminded of it
every time I see a woman belittle her husband or a wife wither under her
husband’s scorn. I want to say to them, "You should know why Johnny
Lingo gave eight cows for his wife."
Johnny Lingo is known
throughout the islands for his skills, intelligence, and savvy. If you hire him
as a guide, he will show you the best fishing spots and the best places to get
pearls. Johnny is also one of the sharpest traders in the islands. He can get
you the best possible deals. The people of Kiniwata all speak highly of Johnny
Lingo. Yet, when they speak of him, they always smile just a little mockingly.
A couple days after my
arrival to Kiniwata, I went to the manager of the guesthouse to see who he
thought would be a good fishing guide. "Johnny Lingo," said the
manager. "He’s the best around. When you go shopping, let him do the
bargaining. Johnny knows how to make a deal."
"Johnny
Lingo!" hooted a nearby boy. The boy rocked with laughter as he said,
"Yea, Johnny can make a deal alright!"
"What’s going
on?" I demanded.
"Everybody tells me
to get in touch with Johnny Lingo and then they start laughing. Please, let me
in on the joke."
"But …" I
protested. "… if he’s all you say he is, why does everyone laugh at him
behind his back?"
"Well, there is one
thing. Five months ago, at fall festival, Johnny came to Kiniwata and found
himself a wife. He gave her father eight cows!"
I knew enough about
island customs to be impressed. A dowry of two or three cows would net a fair
wife and four or five cows would net a very nice wife.
"Wow!" I said.
"Eight cows! She must have beauty that takes your breath away."
"She’s not ugly,
…" he conceded with a little smile, "… but calling her ‘plain’ would
definitely be a compliment. Sam Karoo, her father, was afraid he wouldn’t be
able to marry her off. Instead of being stuck with her, he got eight cows for
her. Isn’t that extraordinary? This price has never been paid before."
"Yet, you called
Johnny’s wife ‘plain?’ "
"I said it would be
a compliment to call her plain. She was skinny and she walked with her shoulders
hunched and her head ducked. She was scared of her own shadow."
"Well," I
said, "I guess there’s just no accounting for love."
"True enough."
agreed the man. "That’s why the villagers grin when they talk about
Johnny. They get special satisfaction from the fact the sharpest trader in the
islands was bested by dull old Sam Karoo."
"But how?"
"No one knows and
everyone wonders. All of the cousins urged Sam to ask for three cows and hold
out for two until he was sure Johnny would pay only one. To their surprise
Johnny came to Sam Karoo and said, ‘Father of Sarita, I offer eight cows for
your daughter.’ "
"Eight cows."
I murmured. "I’d like to meet this Johnny Lingo."
I wanted fish and
pearls, so the next afternoon I went to the island of Nurabandi. As I asked
directions to Johnny’s house, I noticed Johnny’s neighbors were also amused at
the mention of his name. When I met the slim, serious young man I could see
immediately why everyone respected his skills. However, this only reinforced my
confusion over him.
As we sat in his house, he asked me, "You come here from Kiniwata?"
As we sat in his house, he asked me, "You come here from Kiniwata?"
"They speak of me
on that island?"
"Yes. They say you
can provide me anything I need. They say you’re intelligent, resourceful, and
the sharpest trader in the islands."
He smiled gently.
"My wife is from Kiniwata."
"Yes, I know."
"They speak of
her?"
"A little."
"What do they
say?"
"Why, just …
." The question caught me off balance. "They told me you were married
at festival time."
"Nothing
more?" The curve of his eyebrows told me he knew there had to be more.
"They also say the
marriage settlement was eight cows." I paused. "They wonder
why."
"They ask
that?" His eyes lighted with pleasure. "Everyone in Kiniwata knows
about the eight cows?"
I nodded.
"And in Nurabandi,
everyone knows it too?" His chest expanded with satisfaction. "Always
and forever, when they speak of marriage settlements, it will be remembered
that Johnny Lingo paid eight cows for Sarita."
So that’s the answer, I
thought: Vanity.
Just then Sarita entered
the room to place flowers on the table. She stood still for a moment to smile
at her husband and then left. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever
seen. The lift of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin, and the sparkle in her
eyes all spelled self-confidence and pride. Not an arrogant and haughty pride,
but a confident inner beauty that radiated in her every movement.
I turned back to Johnny
and found him looking at me.
"You admire
her?" he murmured.
"She … she’s
gorgeous." I said. "Obviously, this is not the one everyone is
talking about. She can’t be the Sarita you married on Kiniwata."
"There’s only one
Sarita. Perhaps, she doesn’t look the way you expected."
"She doesn’t. I
heard she was homely. They all make fun of you because you let yourself be
cheated by Sam Karoo."
"You think eight
cows was too many?" A smile slid over his lips.
"No, but how can
she be so different from the way they described her?"
Johnny said, "Think
about how it must make a girl feel to know her husband paid a very low dowry
for her? It must be insulting to her to know he places such little value on
her. Think about how she must feel when the other women boast about the high
prices their husbands paid for them. It must be embarrassing for her. I would
not let this happen to my Sarita."
"So, you paid eight
cows just to make your wife happy?"
"Well, of course I
wanted Sarita to be happy, but there’s more to it than that. You say she is
different from what you expected. This is true. Many things can change a woman.
There are things that happen on the inside and things that happen on the
outside. However, the thing that matters most is how she views herself. In
Kiniwata, Sarita believed she was worth nothing. As a result, that’s the value
she projected. Now, she knows she is worth more than any other woman in the
islands. It shows, doesn’t it?"
"Then you wanted
…"
"I wanted to marry
Sarita. She is the only woman I love."
"But …" I was
close to understanding.
"But," he
finished softly, "I wanted an eight-cow wife."
The above story was based
partially on an article found inReader’s Digest (February, 1988).
The original work was copyrighted by Patricia McGerr in 1965.
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