YOU ARE THE WEAKER VESSEL NOT HER

YOU ARE THE WEAKER VESSEL NOT HER

If you are a male and you just read the title of this post and raised your eyebrow, then this is just the right stuff you should be reading now. But if after seeing the topic, you hissed and went all macho in your thoughts with this overinflated sense of importance… I would advise that you stop reading against the backdrop of the saying …”IGNORANCE IS BLISS.” However, if you shrugged your shoulders and asked “what is this dude about to write this time?” then please by all means read on and I hope you find it interesting.

I have observed with awe the magnitude of strength that women wield and I’m constantly fascinated by the energy that is compressed in this skillfully and carefully made enigma called THE WOMAN. I am not just writing this from the standpoint of my mother and only sister (God bless their souls for all the lessons I have learnt from them and give them long life) but from all the women I have come to observe with rapt attention.

Truth be told, the woman is a wonder. Her ability to multitask is simply out of this universe and the grace with which she brings in our future generations to this world is one aspect that even embryologists (those geeks who decided to make it their life ambition to study about how a foetus is formed up to childbirth and have given us most of the knowledge we have in that area) are baffled.

Permit me to digress a little. I am awed with the way a woman will nurture a tiny drop of semen for nine months and in the long run will give to the man a fully developed miniature human. Now, whenever I think of this phenomenon, it is against the backdrop of the capacity which women possess to multiply anything that is given to them. I would not like to bore you with the theory of multiplier effect; I believe our physicists have that to worry about. Whatever you give to her, she has the ability to multiply and give to you in a greater measure. Give a woman a little love and watch her as she would shower you more love than you can handle.

Now, there lies the problem because if you give her trouble, she would also multiply it in a more greater measure and return it back to you, then when she begins to manifest the fruits of what you deposited in her, you will be the first to start running from one friend to another or from one beer parlour to another to complain. (I can imagine some dudes reading this piece and wincing and in their minds they are begging me to stop and to keep “the guys code”…. Hehehe anyways, I’m not about to break the code today… but I just want to pass a message).

I remember when I underwent a surgical procedure some years ago, when the effects of the local anesthesia that was used on me  waned, I felt so much pains that cannot be described. That experience taught me a lesson because much later, when I began to imagine about the pains of childbirth, I asked a lady who had done the same surgery I had done and who was a mother if labour pains was comparable to that of the surgery, I was shocked when she said they were incomparable and that labour pains was more.

I wonder why women are viewed as the weaker vessels, I wonder why they have been relegated to the place of second fiddle in our climes, but I make bold to claim that such perception is alien to the African man. This is because the African history is littered with many female heroines just as male heroes, this is against the backdrop of western history which appropriates the place of the heroes as male dominant arena where very few if any female dare to thread.

Let me digress a little. It is true that men don’t cry because by our biological make up, even when we do cry, we hardly shed tears (I believe that is where that saying came from though I can’t say for sure now). But the truth is that it is the men who can hardly contain pain, both physical and emotional pain in this context. (Enhe, they will start agitating now).

Besides containing pain, men, by virtue of their biological makeup find it difficult to multitask. By this this I mean the ability to be breast feeding a baby while cooking, and simultaneously ensuring that the immediate elder baby is not being naughty while responding to a question from the first child and at that same instant, she is watching the news (Or her favourite soap opera like Telemundo or Zee world or one of those their emotional movies) and to cap it all, she is chatting on her phone on both whatsapp and BBM while talking on the phone with her mother and ensuring that she also does not ignore her husband. ( Does this scenario sound like I’m exaggerating? Then I believe you have not met a woman). And as a matter of fact, she would accomplish all these tasks seamlessly.

Before you say I am out to rant. Ask yourself why it so happens that when a woman loses her husband to the cold hands of death, in 95% of cases, she would not remarry, but would remain a widow for the rest of her life. Now, compare this with the men who in 99% of cases will run and remarry, in some cases even less than one year after the demise of his wife. Yes, it is true that he needs a woman to take care of the kids, or to take care of him, but isn’t that an indictment?

I hope I didn’t touch a nerve with that, (again, this is a write up which is very open for a debate), however, I sit to write today after observing with dismay, how masculine chauvinists throw around the over bloated sense of importance of the males when indeed, it is the woman who should be celebrated.

Now, while writing this piece, something comes to mind which I believe males would start talking (or thinking) about, with the mindset of correcting in as soon an possible. Really guys, please, can you tell me why this phenomenon has been a recurrent episode… why do men talk too much??? (let me pause here before I get attacked by a mob).

  I write today to extol the virtues of the woman, to appeal to my fellow men to treat HER with respect, to see her as a very strong being (Trust me if a woman wants to kill you, you are dead on arrival), to treasure her and above all to see her as a worthy ally who can be dependent on through the good and bad. The truth of the matter is that when the male and female is placed on an equal pedestal with respect to their strengths and weaknesses, the man is indeed the weaker vessel, not the woman.

If we get this fact straight, I believe it would go a long way to save a great deal of trouble many relationships suffer today. So guys, before you slay me, please set aside your argument, pick up your thinking cap and think over all you have read because in all honesty, my desire is to help you make your relationship better. I want the best for you.

Thank you.