I come across this write up,I feel its nice for d guys to read it though its much but pls I beg of u try nd read so d guys in the house will stop clapping.


This was not what I really set out to do.
Since I did the piece ‘And she died’, I have
been inundated with protests from men.
How could I make men look like monsters
and women like saints? Women are mean,
ask Adam. A few male readers shared their
experiences in the hands of daughters of
Eve and some of the stories are quite
moving. So I went ‘digging’, asking more
men ‘we’ have dealt with over the years
what they think of women.
My research findings were baaaad. Women
are bad. Girls are badder. What to do?
Publish the evils that women do and how
they often catch up with them. That was
what I wanted to write about this week.
That is one topic I will write as soon as
possible. But not today. Today, I’m not
really going to hit the men, ahem, at least
not like that. Let’s just say I want to draw
their attention to some obvious facts they
daily ignore.
Now, I must confess that this piece was
triggered by a text message joke I received
from a co-conspirator. Here goes;
11 people were hanging on a rope under a
helicopter. There were 10 men and a
woman. The rope was not strong enough to
carry them all. So they decided that one of
them had to leave, otherwise they were all
going to fall. They were not able to agree
on who that person would be. Until the
woman among them gave a touching
speech. She said that she would voluntarily
let go of the rope because as a woman, she
was used to giving up everything for her
husband and kids or for men in general.
She said she was used to always making
sacrifices and getting little or nothing in
return. As soon as she finished her speech,
all the men started clapping…
All the men, of course, dropped to their
untimely deaths and she flew away alone in
the chopper. Well, what can a woman do?
That is the power of a woman, the brand
only smart men recognize and ac­
knowledge. If there had been at least one of
those 10 excitable men who could see
beyond that woman’s ‘moving’ speech, he
would be alive today. But don’t we all
know that men don’t do much thinking
when they see women they want?
In my mind’s eyes, I could see the woman
in that joke wearing a very short skirt, no
bra and a top with a plunging neckline.
How do you reason with a man drooling
over ample cleavage? If you scream ‘Praise
the Lord’, he won’t shout Halleluyah
because he is far away in la-la land. The
woman in that joke, I’m sure, also had
smooth skin, probably fair skin. All 10 men
simply threw their thinking caps in the air
or how else do you explain why they all
forgot that they did not have third hands
and that once they started clapping they
were going to drop to their deaths?
That is exactly my point. A smart woman
can make a man do whatever she wants
him to do. We are that powerful. Oh, don’t
even try to disprove it. Just save your
energy for the next time a woman is
delivering a speech and you need all your
wits about you to hang on to life instead of
clapping your way into an early grave.
Of course, I’m the first to admit that there
is something comforting about the sight of
a woman. We were created like that. Every
woman has the right gadgets to comfort a
man, make him feel safe, give him life. That
is the reason baby boys suck breasts more
fervently than baby girls and when you
wean him off breasts at 12 months, what
does he do? As soon as he is old enough
to recognize that there are other breasts
apart from mummy’s own, he goes breast-
hunting. Poor men, you can’t wean them off
breasts. They need to be regularly
nourished. Who’s complaining?
Don’t forget that this piece is about alerting
men to the dangers of their bad wild ways
on the one hand and the powers of a
woman on the other. No man should delude
himself that his woman is powerless. If you
doubt my sermon, ask yourself how much
you spend on your daughter and compare it
with how much your sons cost. Even your
little tyke is twisting you round her pink
fingers.
A smart man works all day, sits on his butt
for eight-straight hours trying to seal a
deal. He finally gets it in the can, tired but
happy. He drives home and sights these
half clad daughters of Eve along the road
and stops to give one a ride. He convinces
himself he’s celebrating his new deal.
Before you know it, he is expending more
energy and spending money that is not yet
in the bank.
I see my sisters who have not much to
show in terms of source of income living in
posh apartments in choice areas of town
and driving wonder-on-wheels. Who’s
paying? Men who are clapping when they
should be holding on firmly to the rope.
Well, the girls are having fun and the men
are not complaining. I just feel like warning
them today. Men should stop thinking that
it’s a man’s world. Please, it’s women’s
device to keep you clapping. It suits even
me to convince men that it’s their world.
But it isn’t.
My brother summed up this whole clapping-
when-you-shouldn’t business when he said
‘men are forever prostrating for their
women when the women are not riding
them.’ I’m still trying to decode that one.
Are the men still clapping?
First published December 12, 2009

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Lol.. That woman is smart jhur; all women are