By Wale Ojo-Lanre
Yes! Forget that I hug my mum here in this picture. This is just what you called fake, eye service, pretentious and paparazzi effect! Inside me, I hate her being, not her personality. I regretted the day she was formed like a lady. Are all women, including my mum, idiots?
I swear by this! Honestly, this is my personal opinion. It may not augur well with you. And because of this I hate nature. I hate the order of creation which created a being called a man, and a sub-being called a woman.
Honestly, I hate womanhood! Thunder will strike you dead! For me to be a woman? I rejected it in Jesus’ name! Holy Ghost Fire!! Thunderstrike you dead. Never! I prefer to be a tyre, stone, wood and any useless things than to be a woman! Abomination!!!
Womanhood? I hate you. I cannot and will not be a woman. Look at this picture, do you see what I am seeing? Check it once more. How many sense controls going on? Within that fragile, fair skin lean lady, how many things are entities calling for her attention? Look at this more, and you are proposing that I should be a woman? Ko-Jo rara!
Whenever I tell people that women are far more superior to men, they always see me as being henpecked. They call me a women wrapper. And I used to point out from the Biblical narration that we men are made of sands. You know this. It is not my creation but it is in your Bible. Thus, our fickle mindedness; our cheap heart that dissolves under light pressure. Our inability to keep secrets and be dispassionate, our manipulable heart and soul by women.
Women! I fear thee! Respect the brood who were built with bones ones that have been honed by men, thus acquiring inelasticity intolerance, passion, affectionate, agrarian hardworking spirit, ferocious in brutality
solid in fate. Thus, they are beasts of burdens while men are mere dump souls, fathers,s masculinists, chauvinistic.
For nine, they months nurture the womb throughout the better part of their life; manage a monthly visitor; raise the child day and night while the men snore away; monitor the child; wake up early to do the domestic runs, school runs included. Am I making sense to you guys?
A little test comes up: Kindly list your work schedule at home, between the hours of 5 am – 8 am every day; compare it to that of your wife and combine it all to the real management of the home, menstrual circle, pregnancy, pains of delivery, weaning and raising a child.
The prayers and curses to which a typical woman is subjected: You will not only see the women as the best, the most superior and most awesome. You will see why you should pamper, appreciate comfort, love and cherish them. You will also see the need to beg God for forgiveness for maltreatment, disgrace and humiliating your wife or women.
But also see the reason why I cannot come back as a woman for, I don’t think I have or can have the template, temperament, vigour, tolerance and humongous and robust sense of responsibility and diligence of a woman.
Women, I adore thee. I awe thee both at day and dead of the night. I reverence thee in the void of time. I pity those who think you are weak. I pity those who do not realise that you are the strong, the stronger and the stronger. I thank God for you being an essence in the firmament. Women I will not offend thee. And I will never be thee.
Lastly, look at this picture again, then you realise why all women are not yeye. You realize why I hate womanhood!
May God bless all women.
Happy Celebration of Women’s Day, Okun oo Mopelola, My great mum, And Moyo, my dearest wife.
*Ambassador Ojo-Lanre, 08933490986, sent in this piece from Usi -Ekiti.
