Thought for the day
HOPE will not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured out in our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us. – Romans 5:5
WHEN you have lost hope, you have lost everything. And when you think all is lost, when all is dire and bleak, there is always hope. – Pittacus Lore
IN MY HUMBLE opinion I think that dedicating an entire month to women is monstrously unfair! There, I’ve said it!
Dedicating a month to women reeks of discrimination, because it means that for a whole month everyone has to celebrate and honour those inferior stains on the glorious human species – and where does that leave men?
And then to rub it in even further there’s even a special “Women’s Day”, a public holiday nogal, to further drive the point home – leaving, I would hasten to remind you, only a measly pittance of a mere 364 days and six hours over for us men. Why would we want to celebrate what happened way back on August 9 1956 anyway?
Fortunately, for the good of my fellow man (women excluded), I have come up with a brilliant plan to put these sick women’s celebrations behind us for good; and the sooner we start, the better for us men (and I mean men only).
To root out the problem let’s get into the muck – sorry guys, my fellow men, my brothers, in order to clean the sewer we have to wallow in poop for a while – so let’s look at the problem of the scourge of the sex worker.
They roam our streets luring our innocent brothers to impure, lustful liaisons, and then charge a fee for their “services” – how disgusting! What kind of sick human do you have to be to sell yourself for money … oh, wait, a correction … they are not selling their bodies, are they? They are merely providing a service, and services are only necessary when there is a demand by a dedicated consumer base.
If these women were selling themselves that would be human trafficking, wouldn’t it? And that would be wrong … wouldn’t it?
Allow me to tell you the story of one such “sick woman” who, as a sex worker, lured many “innocent” young men to filthy lustful liaisons.
Grizelda Grootboom was 18 years old when a friend at college invited her on a trip to Johannesburg to stay with her. Grizelda didn’t know that her friend had agreed to sell her to human traffickers in order to pay for her own studies.
Her “friend” abandoned her in a bare room and several men came in, tied her up, and for two weeks; repeatedly raped her and administered drugs till she was dependent. Then they turned her out onto the streets and she was forced to work as a sex slave to make them money and to support a drug habit she had not asked for.
Grizelda says that she was so angry, so humiliated, so bitter and so empty that she lost all belief that anyone could care about her – if her “friend” could sell her, if these men could do what they did to her, who could she trust?
She says that in order to blot out the pain she hardened herself, believing that this is what she deserved, disbelieving that anyone, even her family cared about her any more and she became one of those “women” that we turn our noses up at when we drive by.
Fortunately Grizelda managed to find a way out, but what about the other young girls on our streets? We do not know their story, are we justified in despising them?
Women generally are the target of much violent abuse. Karabo Mokoena (22) was murdered by her boyfriend and her body was set alight. I’ve heard some ‘men’ say: “If I can’t have her, no one will”.
News Flash – you can’t ‘own’ a woman … that’s slavery, not a relationship.
The fact that we have reminders everywhere during August of how women should be respected is tragic proof that women are not being respected. If they were being treated with esteem every day then August 9 in our country would not be observed to try to get society to learn how to value women, it would be a celebration of the day when we originally realised their value.
So like I said earlier, I think that dedicating an entire month to women is monstrously unfair; they should be respected every day.