Saturday 7 February 2015

SEE ME, SEE VIRTUE: A WOMAN'S APPEAL

   In recent times, the male world has evolved to seeing our women as nothing but items of sexual gratification. This has gone beyond requesting the services of commercial sex workers popularly called 'Olosho', to chasing anything in skirt, trousers and wrappers; either engaged to be married, happily married, divorced, separated, widowed , single, or in a serious relationship. There is almost nowhere in the economic sector where a woman does not face sexual advances, assault in some cases.
Ranging from schools, banks, corporate organizations, services & retail outlets, religious gatherings, eateries, hotels, to mention a few. Even the poor lady hawking meagre quantity of ground nut under the hot merciless sunshine, whose goods' sum total can't buy a decent meal when measured in Naira, is not left out. Neither is the mad woman living in the cemetery spared also; perverts with no conscience still find their way to her desolate home among the dead. I didn't take Lucky Dube so serious when he sang of the world’s craziness, until I came across the word ‘necrophilia’; intercourse with the dead. How crazy!
   'Our women are so useless' is a very common utterance aired in the den of testosterones; especially among the loose groins. This degrading statement is usually made after counting the number of conquered females, who hang as medals of sexcapades in the trophy cases of their mobile phones; in form of pictures, numbers and videos; whereas these same liars and sly foxes made them that way. The heart of man is desperately wicked, who can know it?
   A married man approaches a lady who is on a queue minding her business in a banking hall. Pretending to be single, he pesters till he gets a number. Over the weeks, her phone just know when to ring. Of course, it's advices and words of encouragement as usual. A wolf in sheep’s clothing mimicking the act of a dear friend. Just like an exploited fry pan that get dumped in the kitchen cabinet after being used to get the desired egg omelet, she is dumped after getting laid. Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeen! Only a naïve soul pities them when they nag to gagging point for a number; wearing that calm, innocent, harmless, sad-puppy-dog look, pretending to have your best interest at heart. If you really want to see what lies within many of them? Feign pregnancy! The rest is history.
    It’s no more news that many tertiary institution lecturers threaten their female students with carry overs, extra year, failed projects and blatant F9s, when denied the opportunities of sexual gratification. The corporate world isn't left out too; promotion files are placed at the mercy of termites and office hours made a living hell should you withhold your body from the boss or bosses, as the case may be. An un-attainable target hangs around your neck so you end up trapped to sign the despicable terms of agreement; ‘scratch my back, I scratch yours. What’s next, but to head to his car for some sex? Do this, if you’re still very much interested in keeping your miserable job. Otherwise, you're fired!
   May I deem it fit to say that many of our ladies and women do not help matters too? From the indecently dressed women that roam our streets and offices, to the lazy students who can't find a use for their brain by simply burying it among books in due diligence, and refusing to ‘offer’ their bodies in exchange for the 'As' their names don't deserve. There's also an alarming increase in the number of married women who join the society of unfaithful wives to share with their chauffeurs and housekeepers what oga and his friends prostrated for, at the engagement ceremony. It is not uncommon to hear them speak words of folly in self-defense that their spouses do not satisfy them or always absent on business trips. As tempting as it sounds to grant the benefit of justification; it is still nothing but infidelity and a rape of honour! Guillotine is no cure for an headache! For jealousy is a husband’s fury; therefore he will not spare in the day of vengeance. He will accept no recompense, nor will he be appeased though you give many gifts.
   Dear twenty first century men, we are the weaker vessels. Why not be the men you are called? Help us grow and learn. Correct us when we err. Fight the urge to contribute to digging the pit of tears, pain and regret when we act like a child. Help us stand when we fall. Allow your sons’ future wives count down to fulfilling marriages, and not the number of sugar daddies they’ve been with. Hearken not to the voice in your head that tags you a fool for refusing to bed that young girl in her weak moment; it simply means you believe in a future you feel responsible to protect. Be our strength in our weak and vulnerable moments. Succor to the voice of strength from deep within. Offer priceless help or simply walk away when you can't. Be the lighthouse if you can’t be the life boat. Help us find our own way to the shore, guiding us by example. In the words of Andre Agassi, he said; this is the only perfection there is, the perfection of helping others. This is the only thing we can do that has any lasting meaning. This is why we are here. To make each other feel safe, so when next you see me, please see virtues, and not an hotel room.



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3 comments:

  1. A good one bro. Very engaging, good thinking.

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  2. Wow!!! This is so nice, its an eye opener and also checkmates. Propagation of this gospel you preached is paramount

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