mima_sthoughts

 And so... She danced with fire on her dark breasts, With thunder and lightning above her head, Her eyes were red like crimson. She called out my name... A different one entirely,  I turned blind and deaf to my mother's thunderous call. I struck her with a four legged table, Just before father had restrained me. I wondered if this was my mother: Dressed in white, covered in native chalks,  Like the chief priestess of amadioha.  #paulopaz #2021 the ripper

I remember there was a time I was talking about marriage to my dad and all, his response was that I was too young to be thinking about marriage. To be honest,  the truth is, in the next few years our parents would be the ones asking us if we have a partner and all, so I find myself this days  imagining if I can truly tolerate a person's personalities, mistakes and utterances. To me I feel being married is being reborn because when you get married you no longer make decisions on your life abruptly and all. You live with the mindset that whatsoever decision you make can affect your spouse; as ladies we must respect the fact that the husband is the head of the house and no lady is free to take that title irrespective of feminism or "what a man can do a woman can do better".  I may be able to tolerate my husband's excesses, behaviors and choices but his family is another thing you need to put into consideration. Truly "somebody's son go find you one day" but...