Ms Mysterious

Women are not only beautiful, I but interestingly strange as well.

A little boy’s love for the mother is jealously guarded in a native sense. Viewed by scholars as the Oedipus complex, this relationship is full of admiration and respect on the part of the boy and it is the foundation that determines many a man’s character in later years. That is why men first and involuntarily call out to their mothers when they are in trouble-not their fathers.

Behind every successful man there is a woman behind him. Cliche as it might sound, this is the reality that glares at us every corner we turn. The woman is ‘phenomenally phenomenal’ as the great poet Maya Angelou once observed in her poem. I reckon that it also has a lot to do with the small gestures that she extends to the people in her life.
She almost automatically fixes all the ‘petty’ issues around the house and still remains with the capacity to be part of bread-winning. She is, for the most part, the last person to go to bed and first to greet the morning.

We are talking about some tireless species. Many times, we men, are blinded by our egoistic perceptions and expend a lot of energy trying to prove we are .-stronger, more brilliant, more superior and the like. In the meantime, we are also buried in the search to understand the woman in our life.
The business is not to understand her but to appreciate her for who she is especially in our life.

The woman is a strong pillar upon which men and the society in general are cast. She is not only the soft side of existence that we want to be around when we are emotionally down, but also the anchor that holds us firmly in place when we reach out for greater heights-acknowledging the adage, behind every successful man is a woman.

So, my dear sister, mother, and the love of my life and the mother of my children, if no one told you, you are strong and remarkably important.

The barrage of arguments on women being complex, nagging or moody is myopic. Woman, you are an enigma astoundingly surrounded in mystery.

The mystery we shall not struggle to unravel, but relax in; drinking of its healing and empowering beauty.

Whoever does not understand a woman has got a lot of homework to do. The thing is, quite a number need to do this homework as I quote Maya’s poem.
Men themselves have wondered What they see in me.
But they can’t touch My inner mystery.
When I try to show them They say they still can’t see.

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