Dear all. We are still in Norway after travelling to London (UK) and Paris (France). I am having a real jol (fun).
When I was back home, I thought these countries were worlds apart. But it is so easy to travel from one country to the other. I am still in awe of the ocean and the chill.
Coming from a land-locked country, I can never explain my amazement at the limitless horizons when I look at the ocean.
My only sight of such endless space of course was the Makgadikgadi Pans, which I was reminded of, when I gazed at the wide ocean reaching as far as the eye could see. Ido miss home and was surprised that even in what we hear are called 'first world' countries, have 'passion killings' too. Not that I condone these cold-blooded murders when I refer to them as 'passion killings'. I abhor them.
The local media has long been questioned and rightly so, for sensationalising the cold-blooded murders of mostly female lovers by calling them 'passion killings'. Just stop for a minute and ask yourself this. What kind of "passion" is involved
in violently chopping someone you claim to love to pieces? Where is the "love" in committing a murder most foul?
We are not alone in this, it seems. Paging through The Times (an international European paper) recently, I read that 69 women have been killed by their partners this year alone in Spain.
Women rights groups are said to have taken action by showing their resentment, and arguing that judges tend to give lighter prison sentences for such killings.
What are we, as Batswana women, doing to empower ourselves? The most important question has to be, what could be the cause of these killings? After brainstorming with enough women, this is what I have to share with you. Could there be a disease called SPS or Small Penis Syndrome? Could this be what makes some men butcher the women in their lives when told "we can't be lovers anymore?"
Is that when they notice for the first time how small their penises and lives are, and get so furious that they replace them with sharp, stabbing objects?
These murders are being executed by small boys with brains the size of an ostrich's and penises the size of a gorilla's. Sounds good?
Sorry guys, but gorrilas are pathetically hung.
It is high time men realise that women are not looking for big penises. I have heard women of other colour, ask whether it is true that African men have big manhoods. These stereotypes have to be removed if men and women are to live together in harmony.
But do men, who are not man enough, murder their female lovers over jealousy, rage and other unintelligent reasons? Could this be the reason?
The answer, dear reader is blowing in the wind. One could say I am asking for too much considering what happened to
Adam and Eve in paradise according to Bible legend. We have endlessly heard that Eve convinced Adam to sin by plucking the forbidden fruit.
Just picture this scenario based on many painful true stories both home and away; Lenyora or Macho-Ego cannot swallow the fact that Tsamaya or Mama-Cita, for her own reasons, decides to end their two year thing and says byebye.
Instead he threatens her continuously by blubbering that she won't see another day if she stops seeing him, and that no other man, and God forbid, certainly not another gorilla, shall have her.
Instead of trying to convince his lady otherwise, Lenyora goes for the knife for her and a rope for himself.
Women in Botswana and the rest of the world are used to being abandoned, dumped, betrayed, and walked all over, and to having to pick up the pieces and move on with their lives, often stronger than before. Why can't men do the same? Where is gender equality? Where are the real men who dare to love and respect their women and can still stand on their feet when it all goes down the drain?
It's time for positive change and it begins with real men accepting reality. The minute men accept the size of their penises, strife will be removed from relationships.
Women have proved that life goes on after the death of a relationship. Come on guys! You can do it too. It's time to stop thinking small - walk tall!