I remember parents in my neighbourhood who restricted their daughters from playing in the streets with other children. So they’d return from school and be indoors. On weekends, you wouldn’t see them at all.
I guess the idea was to have them away from boys. Which is a good idea. Boys ruin and hurt girls wily nilly.
But then, at age 17 or thereabout, the girls would get just one chance to go out with friends to something social and, a few months later, they’d find out they’re pregnant.
The restrictions from the outside world didn’t help much. They merely kept them closed off to a point they yearned to be out there — in a world that only loves them for their bodies.
This is the world we live in. It’s our reality. Our jungle. Where the ones who cannot outrun the predators become fodder. And this happens every single day. Roughly combine in your head the number of girls there are in different communities and you start to see the impact of all this behaviour.
It is no surprise that there are a heck of a lot of women whose emotions remain in tatters as you read this.
What type of life is it, really, when you constantly look over your shoulder, not easily trusting because you’ve been hurt more times you are willing to count?
This is how a lot of women live their lives.
We have forced them to build ridiculously high walls around their hearts and emotions.
Albeit seductive, the ‘survival of the fittest’ mentality is not supposed to be a life style!
Turning ourselves hunters and them, the hunted, is not a beautiful way to live.