Femininity is not only about wild curves and a fine face.It has more to do with the calm soul inside that breathes still into every kind of chaos.
It is the cold compassion that overflows in the face of wrong
It is not about the countless stilletos that swim out when you part the drawer, or the artillery of make-up that sit till “forever” on the dressing table.
It is the adorable ‘you’ left standing when you get off your heels and wipe off all the make up .It’s the ocean of tears that laugh at your imperfections and scream at you to be louder than your fears.
Beauty is only skin deep. The journey inside a woman is a true test of courage and strength that complement the attractiveness on the outside.
When Adam saw Eve,I imagine he looked at her in awe and mused,”all of this glamour, from my own rib?”
It was clear that the deep,long sleep was completely worth it; and oh! the missing rib, it had completely paid off.
He hoped for a companion and a playmate; an equal,a partner.
But no! Not Exactly.
Their likeness was estranged. Equality for them had been strangled and replaced with equity.
She didn’t have his strength,he thought. Then she became a mother,despite her softness and yielded the 9-months of immaculate pain.
Her sense of care was absolute; no where close to what he called “maximum”. He wanted this quality soo badly until he discovered that his adrenalin could rush off the entire family on one arm to safety. He then realised how badly he lacked visible emotions of care,but deep inside, harboured compassion and love that was carefully enshrouded and buried alive in muscles.
Whatever he lacked,was right there inside his rib. When he lost his zeal,she would rise up to the occasion and cheer him off to victory.If she ever ran out of options,he would calmly loom to the top of the list ; her divine aide.
Women weren’t taken from the rib of a man to be everything a man already is.
All the extra hair, the curves and the delicateness put them on an entirely different scale
Women are a major complement that completes the bigger picture
When nature needed calm to counterpoise all the robustness and strength a man had, women came up as the best option
When discipline became too much of a tool to trim a child, women resurfaced again.
While men toil under the sun,tilling the soil and sweating buckets to be breadwinners,women keep the home and square the circle to make that bread and even stay back to raise more breadwinners and bread makers.
Whether your job is white collar or pink collar, progress is paramount.
A shovel looks very much like a spade.
But only the ground knows how differently they feel when they hit it.
Men and women are not commutable.
They fit exactly where they’re made for without overlapping.
Men and women are the last of God’s creation; fearfully and wonderfully made.
One crafted with strength,muscles and industriousness ; the other adorned with glamour,empathy and a bleeding heart.
Women are the beautiful carriages that generations come and go in.
Men,on the other hand, are the adorable,proud stallions that power these carriages and set them in motion.
Without the carriage,the horse is completely strayed; long on velocity and short on direction.
Women hold the whips to drive out our fears and give us a reason to gird up our loins, fasten our bits and bridles and lead them safely home.
Without the horse,the cart is just a piece of fine furniture with no intent of moving.
Men hold the keys that put the carriage on its wheels.
In contemporary times,why do some men and women throw out their place in the home into their offices and leave the door for human rights and equality to creep inside, sit in the sofa and soak up all the love and affection.
Trends have made it necessary for both men and women to soar up high ranks on the corporate ladder and excel in every other career.
This is an absolute honour and a perfect addition to every family.
Nonetheless,it shouldn’t subtract even an inch from your commitment to family and matrimony.
You really do have a point.It’s a great blessing to be born XX.
But don’t you forget that what comes right after the X is a Y.
A Man and a Woman were knitted together.
This beautiful chemistry is part of the creation story.
We’re on the same side of the ring.
We’re in no competition.
You’re a wonderful species and your uniqueness drops the gavel hard on “no need for comparison”.
Beautiful Show-stoppers! Stunning people!
We’re your divine beholders.