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WHY, MUM? Scene 2

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“Why, Mum?”

Cast: Mrs. P – Mum Pam – Daughter Kate – Maid Grace – Pam’s friend Mr. P – Dad Kenny – Pam’s boyfriend

Scene 2: Pam and Kenny at Kenny’s House

Pam: Kenny, when is your Mum coming around?

Kenny: She’s coming this weekend. I need to stock up on food before she arrives.

Pam: Can’t we just take her out to eat?

Kenny: My mum would never agree to that. She taught me how to cook when I was just ten. She’ll expect home-cooked meals every day.

Pam: It’s a good thing you can cook. I don’t cook. What’s the point when we can just hire a maid once we’re married?

Kenny: I don’t mind, but if you’re going to meet my mum, she’ll expect you to offer to cook her lunch or dinner while she’s here.

Pam: Seriously? I’ll just politely tell her that I don’t cook.

Kenny: No, you can’t. If you still want to marry me, that would be a big mistake.

Pam: What do you mean? Are you marrying my cooking or me?

Kenny: Of course, I’m marrying you. But it’s just expected that every woman should know how to cook. My mum is from the old school, and she won’t find it funny if you tell her you don’t cook. She might even tell me not to marry you.

Pam: Because I can’t cook?

Kenny: Yes, it’s a big issue. A good wife must be able to take care of her family, and cooking is an essential skill for her, and for most parents. Haven’t you heard the proverb, ‘The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach’?

Pam: Is that the way to your heart?

Kenny: No, my love. I wish you could cook or at least be willing to learn, but I love you dearly, and I want to marry you. We’ll get a chef once we’re married.

Pam: But that still doesn’t solve the problem of your Mum’s visit.

Kenny: Don’t worry, baby. I have a plan. Let’s go out for lunch, and we’ll discuss it on the way.

To be continued tomorrow…

WHY, MUM ?..Scene 1

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CAST: Mum- Mrs P Daughter – Pam Maid – Kate Pam’s friend – Grace Dad – Mr P Pam’s boyfriend – Kenny

SCENE 1 (Pam’s house)

Pam: Mum, I’m hungry. I haven’t eaten all day.

Mum: What do you mean you haven’t eaten? Why didn’t you ask Kate to get you something to eat?

Pam: She went shopping.

Grace: Pam, couldn’t you just go to the kitchen and make something for yourself?

Mum: No way. She’s not allowed in the kitchen. What’s Kate there for? She was supposed to make sure Pam had lunch before she went out.

Grace: Aunty, in my house, my mum wouldn’t let the maid cook for me. As soon as I turned 13, she believed I was old enough to make a sandwich or anything I could manage before the main meal was cooked. And now I’m 19, I can cook almost any kind of meal very well. I remember she made me stay and watch the cook as she prepared the food.

Mum: Well, that was dangerous. You could have seriously burned yourself or worse. And why should Pam spend time in the kitchen when we pay Kate to do that? It doesn’t make sense.

Grace: Well, my mum believed if I burned myself once, next time I would be more careful. And that’s what happened. Also, I needed to learn for the future, when I get married.

Mum: Hmm, that’s cruel. I couldn’t take the risk and allow Pam to burn herself. When Pam gets married, she would hire a cook like I’ve done. She doesn’t need all that stress. Pam, honey, let Mum make you a sandwich before Kate gets here. And when she does, she will face my wrath.

(to be continued)

#Be Inspired By She Heals-Your Next Step

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Your next step of a thousand miles starts with just one. You might never take that next step if you worry about how hard it will be or how long it might take. We make the journey by taking each day step by step and then repeating it again and again until we reach our destination. Pray, Focus, think,  innovate, collaborate, Keep your eyes on the goal, making that move one day at a time will lead you to the finish line. Step outside your comfort zone because that’s the only way you’re going to grow, breakthrough and succeed.

 

YOU MAKE ME WANNA .

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Have you ever found yourself blaming others when you get upset or overreact? It’s easy to point fingers and put the responsibility on someone else for our actions. We’ve all been there – swearing, getting angry, and venting our frustration in ways that are not healthy.

I’ve witnessed people so consumed by their anger that they shake, scream, sweat, and swear uncontrollably. It’s as if they’re about to burst at any moment, and all you can do is urge them to take a deep breath and calm down. Some people even resort to physical violence – throwing things, smashing objects, punching, beating, slapping, kicking, and slamming doors. But what good does it do?

Anger is a destructive emotion that can harm not only ourselves, but also those around us. The fruits of the spirit, including patience, are essential to cultivate. Getting angry can lead to disastrous consequences, such as high blood pressure, heart attacks, or even aneurysms from uncontrollable fits of rage. It can also result in seriously injuring or mistakenly killing someone.

But here’s the thing – no one makes you angry but you. Allow me to illustrate: Suppose a friend playfully slaps you on the head, and you react with a smile and a laugh. In that case, you’ll exchange pleasantries and continue the conversation. On the other hand, if a stranger does the same thing, you’ll probably react by hitting them twice as hard, becoming angry and aggressive.

The same action caused two different reactions because YOU CHOOSE HOW YOU REACT. You were happy when your friend slapped you, but you became angry when a stranger did it. The point is that we always have a choice in how we react to a situation.

So the next time someone rubs you the wrong way – whether it’s your child, spouse, friend, or parent – take a deep breath, keep your composure, and think before reacting. You have the power to choose your response. Remember, NO ONE MAKES YOU ANGRY BUT YOU.

Good morning!

STRIVE, PERSEVERE AND NEVER GIVE UP

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We cannot afford to turn a blind eye to the tumultuous events occurring around us. We cannot simply glide through life with a façade of normalcy. Sitting idly by like Humpty Dumpty on the fence is not an option. As we know, Humpty took a great fall and couldn’t be restored to his former self…laugh out loud!

Each of us possesses a unique role to play and has something special to contribute to make the world a better place. Merely complaining about the state of affairs without taking steps to improve it in our own small way is futile. It has been stated that we are all performers on the stage of life, and we must come, play our roles, and depart.

Whether we are the lead actor, supporting character, or bystander is entirely up to us. Our role in this world is determined by how well we can achieve our purpose. What is your purpose? Perhaps you are already doing it without realizing it. Perhaps you need to take some time to pray and ask the Almighty to reveal it to you. Whatever the case may be, I suggest you start fulfilling your purpose right away.

You were created to succeed in whatever you put your mind to, and you were designed to lead an exceptional life, not an ordinary one. Regardless of where you were born or what type of spoon you were given, you are who God says you are, and you can achieve what He says you can achieve. My dear Brothers and Sisters, make a decision today to contribute your little bit to make the world a better place.

Leave your mark on the stage of life and ensure that future generations will remember you as someone who made a difference. Let them say of you, “You came, you saw, you conquered.” May God bless you as you make this decision.

LETTER FROM AN EX-CONVICT TO HIS FATHER

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Dear Father,

I want to start by expressing my gratitude for everything you have done for me. You provided me with the best education, took me on trips abroad, and gave me a car for my 18th birthday. You were not only my father, but also my best friend, confidant, and mentor. Your contributions to my life are immeasurable. However, I must admit that you were wrong about one thing, marriage.

You taught me that women are selfish and materialistic, that they only want money, and they cannot be trusted. You said I should never let my wife know what I am doing, never let her have access to my bank accounts, never leave my phone without a password, and I could cheat on her as long as she doesn’t find out. You also suggested that I put my wife in her place, let her know who is boss, and knock her around once in a while to keep her in check. You told me never to ask for her opinion, never discuss my plans with her, and that I could have any woman I want with my money.

Sadly, I believed you, and it affected my marriage. I saw my wife as a gold digger, and I married her only to procreate. I gave her everything she needed materially, but ignored her emotional needs. I refused to talk to her about my plans, update her on my business, come home early, or attend church with her. I even went out with my friends every night and had a string of girlfriends.

My wife endured this for six years, and I did not notice that she was unhappy. She lost weight from fasting and praying for our marriage, but I ignored her. The last straw came when I came home one Sunday morning at 4 am, having been out of the house since Friday evening. I demanded sex from her, and when she told me she was on her monthly period, I got upset and hit her. She fell and hit her head on the bedpost, slipping into a coma. Two weeks later, she died from a cerebral haemorrhage. I was arrested and sentenced to six years in prison for involuntary manslaughter.

Father, I now realize that you misled me. You forgot to tell me that not all women are the same, and that my wife would be unique and one of a kind. You did not advise me to put God first in my marriage, love my wife, see her as the bone of my bone, and my companion and helper. You did not tell me that if I treated my wife with love, respect, and kindness, we would have a happy marriage and weather any storm.

Your bitterness towards my mother destroyed my life, and I ended up as an ex-convict because of your bad advice. I hope and pray that other young men do not make the same mistake I made, and I urge you to make amends by telling them the truth about marriage. Women are not all the same, and true love, respect, and kindness can build a happy marriage.

Sincerely, Your son.

 

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WHAT ABOUT US.

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It’s amazing how when we think of spousal domestic abuse , the first person that comes to mind is the woman, her hubby must be abusing her , but we hardly ever think it’s the husband that’s being abused. Am here to let you know that Men too get abused at the hands of their wives .

Some of the reasons why this sort of spousal abuse never come to light is basically because of societal stigmatisation and shame . If a husband comes out to say he is being abused by his wife, he will be ridiculed by friends, family and even foes, called a weakling , not man enough etc. Below is a true story of a husband who was in that situation .

AB, as his friends called him , was a well educated quiet man , he had a good job , came from a middle class family . He rose fast at work, at the age of 38 , he was already a partner in his company. He had been dating BB, for a while , she was in and out of the country doing business, they got to see each other whenever she was around . After 4 years of dating and courtship they both decided to tie the knot .

Things started off okay, although BB was a bit head strong and always wanted to have her way, but AB thought to himself all women want their way and as for the headstrong, he could handle . What he didn’t realise was that there was more underneath.

It all started one afternoon, they came back from church , AB wasn’t feeling too well, they were supposed to go to BB’s best friends party, AB asked his wife to please go on her own. She wouldn’t hear of it, she got so upset , asking him questions like what do I tell my friends? They are expecting to see me and my husband etc. You must come with me , she went on and on. BB usually avoided this kind of tantrums by bowing to her pressure but today he wasn’t feeling up to it, so he insisted he was not going. Before he knew what was happening BB was pulling him up and insisting he had to go , he shoved her away from him and the next thing she slapped him hard. He saw stars immediately, couldn’t believe his eyes . AB , just stood there unapologetic , saying if he doesn’t get up, she will slap him again. Eventually , she left without him, AB just sat there in shock, not sure what to do, his parents had raised him never to lay a finger on a woman, they even went as far as teaching him never to talk down at them. What was he going to do. That was the first time.

The next time it happened , they were having an argument about the fact that she travelled too much, she shoved him out of the way, he tried to pull her back, she pounced on him and kept hitting him with her fist, all he could do was defend himself . And so it went on and on. All through this he couldn’t tell a soul. She did apologise once in a while but most times she was unapologetic.

The final straw was when they had an argument over her being disrespectful to his parents , they were standing on the stairs and before he knew it she shoved him down the stairs , he woke up in the hospital. He had been in a coma for 2 days , the doctors said he was lucky his spinal cord was not affected , he broke his arm in two places but that would heal nicely the doctor said.

This time he knew he had to do something or she would kill him, he called his lawyer and filed for divorce. He called his parents to the hospital , told them what had happened , they could not believe there ears. He also called AB’s parents , only her Dad turned up. He felt so sorry for AB , apologised for his daughters behaviour . Then he said the most shocking thing, he had suffered the same fate from His wife , the limp he has in his leg today was when she hit him with a pestle, because he asked her not to go out, this was 15 years ago, he still couldn’t walk properly.

AB, finally got his divorce , moved on with his life , he is one of the lucky ones . Everyday Husbands are being abused and are too ashamed to come out because of what people will say.
I say forget what people will say, talk to someone who can help you both, church , marriage counsellors, your priest, imam , parents , mentor etc. Don’t wait until it’s too late and you are scarred for life or worse, six feet under.

God Almighty will surely help you as you make the decision to speak out.

Good morning …….

#Be Inspired By She Heals-Being Well Adjusted

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Raising A well-adjusted person means having a mature personality and being in control of emotions and dealing with problems without becoming anxious.
To navigate the ups and downs of life requires the right support systems. Never feel you are alone, never feel no one loves you, do not put too much pressure on yourself. no matter the problem there is always a solution, Nothing is impossible. If you ever feel alone, Just take a look around and see all the amazing people God has put around you to be there for you no matter what.

#Be Inspired By She Heals Podcast -Whose Reality

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Reality is a question of perspective, what is yours might not be for others. To judge others by your values alone is you being judgmental. we all have our values and believe what we think is right. so think before you impose your values on someone else.

Dear Diary – Day 15

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I must have slept for a couple of hours at most, I kept turning and tossing, got up a couple of times to pray, my mind was heavy , I was thinking of Solape and the story of her life she had just told me, I wanted so badly to help but I wasn’t sure what role God wanted me to play , it was important that whatever I do , must be directed by God, I wasn’t about to give advice to someone so vulnerable and it not being what God wants for her.

It’s was 5.45 am , when I finally went to see if she was awake, I found her in the family lounge upstairs , lying on the couch , eyes shut, I thought she was asleep, she must have heard my footsteps cos she called out my name, just as I turned to walk out of the lounge , “am awake ” she said, I sat down opposite her , she said she was ready to continue , she too had struggled all through the night , she managed to get a few hours sleep .

She continued …. ” Once the passport was with me, the lady from the embassy, warned me that I must be at the airport 1 hour before the flight took off, she said she could arrange for someone to drop me off, she gave me a no to call when I was ready, I must arrange for him to meet me a few streets away from our house, so as not to attract attention she said. My main challenge was what to say to my hubby to make sure he went to church without me on Sunday . I thought about it for a few days. Then I came up with a plan. On Saturday night we had dinner with my father, as soon as I got home I pretended I had a tummy ache, put my finger down my throat and threw up, I made sure it happened just as my husband got up to leave the sitting room where we were both sited watching telly, I cried out in pain, he rushed over to me , called the maid to clean up, he lifted me up took me to the bathroom to clean up, then he put me to bed and called the doctor. The doctor came checked me, he said I had a slight fever and a tummy bug, he gave me some drugs and recommended a lot of bed rest for a couple of days . That did it. On Sunday my husband left for church , the maid was also left behind to look after me, even though I insisted she go with him, he insisted she stayed with me. About 30 mins after he left for church, I asked the maid to get me a bottle Coca-Cola , she said we didn’t have any, I asked her to go to the big supermarket to buy some , I also sent her some stuff I knew only the big supermarket about 5 miles away stocked . I calculated that the whole trip will take her about 55 mins, that was all I needed, I called the guy picking me up, to my surprise he was already there waiting for me, I picked up my passport and ticket where I hid it , didn’t pack any clothes , just took all the cash on me about $5000 American dollars , I had kept for a while , and I ran two street from my home, the guy was waiting in a white van, I jumped in and we were on our way to the airport , the drive took about 30mins . I got to the airport 1hr 10mins before take off, checked in and the flight took off right on time, when we were airborne , I looked at the time. It was just about the time church service ended, my husband will be on his way home in a minute , I wonder what the maid would say, I chuckled, reclined my seat and slept off in peace for the first time in a long while. I was awoken by the air hostess some hours later when it was time to put our seats back into the upright position for landing. Once we landed , I could almost taste the freedom , I was happy and sad at the same time, I was free , at the same time I didn’t know what I was going to do or where I was going to stay , in my haste I had forgotten my phone in Jamaica , didn’t remember where anyone lived , just our old house , I decided to get a taxi and go there , when I got there , the house had been demolished , he had been replaced by luxurious short let flats , I decided to rent one of them for a short while , I had the money on me , I paid for a month, still had a lot more to keep me going for a few weeks . After a week of just sleeping and ordering food from the restaurant downstairs , I decided to go out, just as I stepped out of my apartment , I bumped into a lady about my age , she was very pleasant , told me she stayed in the apartment next door, she asked me to come over later . I walked around the area , didn’t see any familiar faces , so I went back to the apartment . I went straight to see the lady I had bumped into earlier , her name was Sandra “.

She continued “Sandra told me she ran her own company supplying ushers for events , she had about 300 ushers , she was always fully booked . She asked what I do , i told I just came back to the country. She asked if I would like to work with her , she was getting really busy and she needed someone like me to be her manager . She said the Job came with a car, driver and housing allowance . I had no choice , I didn’t know anyone else in town and I was running out of money , so I asked for a day to think over it , she said I had till that evening cos there was someone else she was considering . I told her I would take it there and then. I started work the next morning ”

I looked at the time , it was 8.05, I needed to go get ready for work, I told Solape to get ready too, she could continue with her story while I worked .
By 9.30 we were both on our way to my office, I had a 10.30 , 1pm and 3.30pm appointments in the office, we could spend the time In between catching up on her story .

My meetings dragged on and on, we were planning for the house decorations , the cheque clears in a day, we had to order a lot of furniture and fittings , I hardly had a minute to myself , by 6 pm I was still in a meeting, my ES had taken Solape to lunch and then home , by the time I finally got home around 8 30 pm , all I wanted to do was go to sleep. We would have to conclude tomorrow …..whoa …its been a long day …

Good night