Strength of a Woman

Laraba is a gorgeously shaped bossy girl in her early teens, with highly developed bodily curves beyond her tender age and an ever present beautiful smile on an ugly face. Her nose is an extension of her forehead and her large ears are too visible from the front that they appear to be on her thin cheeks. She is the third child of four daughter, with a single brother rather belatedly bringing the rear of five siblings. Laraba was born on a Wednesday and unofficially named after the day she came into the world, like it is fashionable amongst Hausa speaking people.

With her stunning figure and wise ways, she is always a handful. She smartly rode on the immature silliness of all her companions, who mainly fumbled around her in their naïve good natured mannerisms, ever terrified of what she seemed to represent to them as a bully. Her earliest years are littered with troublesome revelations of her huge imaginative potentials. Adults had lots of reasons to dread the mere harmless sight of her, for she is every inch the subtle menace.

Laraba's travails reveal that yet again modern societies and its men remain quiet, but quite resolutely still steadfast in the sustenance of that ancient model of the gradual dominance over the women folk. It is not ever fully concealed or nearly abandoned in its impertinence. It recaptures every single edge it lets off and increasingly intimates its young men with the self esteem of its virtues, before they even fully grasp how to also intimidate with it when they are older.

Young girls in young males’ presence, are made tolerant of the arbitrary interference to the optimistic promise of their natural feminine love as shown manipulatively and reinforced. It is initially pleasing, but it doesn’t eventually gladden as it doesn’t ever exempt a single one of them. Subsequently, all women get to feel fully uprooted and well armed with an arsenal of useless weapons. In her sole brother, Laraba realizes that in their immediate community, the young boy isn’t ever seen to be criticizing the women folk. Instead he is said to be just ever critiquing as he ages into slowly appreciating them, even as his sisters resists attempts to belittle their efforts to make him their better partner.

The man forever master the woman's identity and its personification. Her lamentation is always in true isolation because he causes it with the continuous surge of his self worth. The strayed debris of her glories is made an eclectic collection of incongruities, meant to suit his pleasures. She is forced to shyly thank him for this same insult to her person over and over again. He shamelessly sees these virtues as ingenious, stimulating and inspiring. As such she is made his ultimate item of ridicule by his very own instruments of condemnation she still adores.

Laraba for one would not be restored to have faith in the same simple things that have always failed her, just as her sisters are increasingly being persuaded to accept. The girls had since equally lost their urge to kneel and gaze into the mind of God and plead their case. It seemed rather odd to obtain some slack from the same deity that puts them in their situation.

As men stained the heavens and tattooed the abyss with intimate convictions, people generally get increasingly tangled up, even when they are collaborating easily enough. They ostracize the sociopath and still emulate him. They will love their spouses and yet blackmail them. They will scorn their beliefs and still preach them. They will befriend their dogs and still eat them. It is the ultimate reflection of the double standard methodology people apply to living their daily lives. This tale of juvenile delinquency with a mature outlook, captures the feel of this ruse.