Sometimes you have to experience something to be able to understand.. The African wife.. For the longest time i despised my moms teaching especially of chores around the house because I figured she was being in humane and unreasonably harsh,today I could kiss her feet and sprinkle perfume in thankfulness for that treatment.. We all dream of beds of roses,but you're the wife now,you do mommys job,you baby the full grown man called your husband,you groom your home,you create and clean in the kitchen and still perform wonders in bed.. It seems simple really from a distance very doable even, except your life changes,you have to come last.. I'm still trying to find a balance but if I learnt anything from the western wife (through tv ofcourse) it's that the western husband is versatile and he doesn't find helping emasculating.. I can't point fingers though it's how our society perceives it,it's how we are groomed and even when in moments where I scream obscenities in my head at the scale that has shifted the moment I changed from miss to mrs, I applaud my mother for holding it down so effortlessly. She did it so wonderfully that I even attempted to dream I could do it like her.. I still haven't experienced the hard ships of motherhood as the African wife, I know there's good days to both worlds it's just I'm feeling like de-romanticizing the newly weds to bring out how empty it feels on most days, when he still keeps his life the way it was before the ring and well you've gained a name and I tell you that comes with a lot of responsibility but well for the most part,you're in love and it's breath taking.. There goes my two cent.. Candy

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