Is your mother pushing you into the devil's claws ?

 

WOMEN, ideally speaking, would rather they didn’t cavort with (let alone kiss) any frog, but since frogs are not averse to women, relationships between the two usually occur. 

 

I am no sex expert (sex here referring to male or female), but I sometimes imagine the frogs’ main ground is their knowledge that the mother in a woman will always prevail over many other attributes she has. While logic will tell her the frog is nothing to be dated, the mother in her will tolerate the slimy nature and everything else ‘froggy’. 

 

I once had neighbours who brought to light the true meaning of Beauty and the Beast, with the woman playing the Beauty. She had good looks, a gentle demeanour and an affable manner; he was a filthy drunk, violent and careless by every standard.

 

This is what he did, day in, day out: He would do his daytime job, before heading to the bar in the evening, without fail. And no, he wouldn’t pass by home on his way to the bar, because there was nothing he was going to do there. Typical frog, he did not know how to do anything either as a father or husband, save after interacting with plenteous liquids. 

 

Well, more than three times a week, this poor Beauty would, desperate for something to feed her children on, follow him to the bar, where she would find him either clutching a bottle or fondling another woman. She would then ask him for money for house support and he would tell her to leave him alone. 

 

When she insisted on asking for money, he would, starting at the bar, all the way up to their house, a distance of about three football fields joined together, pound her like he was hitting a python, until you thought he would be a widower that very night.

 

You’re probably thinking, she must have ran away, not so? No, she did not, though many a time she counselled herself, asking, what am I risking my life for, and answering herself: But if I go away, who will look after, let alone at this man, if I go away? He beat her often and bad, but the mother in her cared for this guy who, when you threw off his violent garb, was vulnerable to many terrors. 

 

I know many were thinking that like such women are wont to do, she took the beatings for the unfed children, but when you talked to her, it was what would become of her tormentor that she thought about most.

 

You will find many a man who despise, abuse and mishandle their women, until the woman is forced to run off. When she gets to her sanctuary, however, the mother in her will begin to put her to task: Who’s going to look after your children? 

 

What if the bugger gets another woman; do you want your offspring in the hands of a step-mom? Is that what you got them for? So she would, bruised face, broken finger, heavy heart and all, retrace her steps to the very house where she had sustained all those injuries.

 

So then you want to turn to those men and say guys, why take advantage of the poor souls? Why take for granted a woman who is ready to lay bare her life to avail a wife to you and a mother to your children? 

 

It is no help, considering that the true, traditional girl here is told, your place is with your husband; in this family we don’t run away from our men. And know who tells them those things? The mother!