What Do Today’s Women Want?
By Abiodun Awolaja
http://www.tribune.com.ng/23102009/opinion.html
You would probably dismiss this as the effusions of an antiquated brain, but what the heck do I care I’m a young man, a delightsomely handsome Christian (Want to see my pix? ), and what I’ve got to say is true anyway. Yes, what really do these women want? In one breath, they sing emancipation, in another, they assault their own dignity. Pretending to play tennis, Serena Williams and co-travellers bare it all.
This is no jokeyou can actually tell the colour of their panties. You see, men won’t readily admit it, but one big reason why they love the sports pages in our dailies is the amount of nakedness they present. The sports pages feature European football stars and their debased girlfriends, and men find this amusing.
And in Nollywood, Hollywood and other woods, the women parade their front and back as if that is the best way to earn their daily bread. Make no mistake about it breasts are vital to any nation’s well-being. Scientists say children who boast a rather sharp brain are those who suck their mama’s breasts to perfection.
And a husband has every right to bake, roast, fry, grill, or boil his wife’s flower any way he likes it, if you get my metaphor. She is his wife. Indeed, what man wants a wife who cannot kiss him to perfection? She would be an utter fool not to. Another woman would simply take her place, except the husband is a genuine Christian. But to advertise and fail to deliver why, that’s a military crime.
The celebrity ladies are committing a crime by parading their dirty breasts around. Please go buy a bra and close yourself up: it isn’t expensive. We, correct men, are not freaked by such dirty things. It is strange flesh. We want a woman, a gem, a rose, a pearl, a ruby; in short, pure gold that we can value; yes, a woman, a mother who will give us a decent, calming kiss when we return from work, exhausted; a partner who will keep her door locked to outsiders’ view. Not the come-see-my-bottom or come-see-my-breast type. For me, if my wife shows my secret to any other man, then she should simply be hanged.
Today’s women have been deceived. They crave men’s respect, yet do not respect themselves. You see all manner of breasts most of them second hand or third handon the streets. On an okada (motorbike) recently, one had to scream at a girl to go back home. She was parading a kwashiorkor bottom; her jeans trouser could not contain her sickness. Indeed, you see old women parading their breasts and even their womanhood without any sense of shame.
In committing these crimes, the women would appear to be aided by contemporary clergy, parents and music. Nowadays, you find people claiming to be called of God to preach the Christian gospel and pastoring whores. These pastors encourage their fold to commit fornication by saying such things as “Tell somebody that you love him,’’ and encouraging their girls to hug boys. What a man who would hug a lady and not feel some vibrations?.
As for music, I’m yet to fathom what DJ Zeez means by his your-brain-has-scattered hit. (O4kasibe). Well, in one sense, these ladies’ brains have truly fon-ka-sibe-d; that is, rusted. This fokasibeisation(rust) is evidenced by their uncovered bodies. But they should go a step further by yanking off any form of clothing at all.
That would interest Lucifer and his fellow angels. The feminists describe those of us who advocate the dignity of womanhood as “ignorant and insecure individuals who equate naked with evil.’’ Indeed, not too long ago, a British guy coaxed his staff into working naked for a full day.
The staff did, claiming that this gave them an amazing sense of bonding. The story was entitled “The office of bare trading.’’ One foresees a similar situation in Nigeria soonest. That is how the feminists want to develop society.
Awolaja is one of the staff of the Nigerian Tribune.