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Illusions of Womanhood

Hallo Wonderbeau Everyone! I hope it’s well with your soul?

So I am trying to pick off my musings one by one, not because I have more time, but because I am giving up something (my personal care, at the moment) to write. But currently, I will rather write than brush my teeth. Hopefully, that doesn’t become a habit. 😬 πŸ˜…

I just read another chapter of a novel from from Notes to Women, an author on this platform, gripping stories she writes, I tell you. I stop over at her “place” on this WordPress “Avenue” to read her latest novel updates, before coming “home” to muse.

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Spot Light Within…

Weekend Writing Prompt #259- Spotlight
Sit πŸ’Ί 
Ponder in thoughts
Observe and learn
Take note
Let Light shine
Ideals sustained
Generating ideas
Honestly, think
Take thoughtful actions.
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Illusion of Innocence

This has been a long time coming. But now, I really think I must say something. Perhaps, to prevent women from being with someone who “settled” with them, rather than men who love them deeply and really want to be their husbands — for all it’s worth!

Welcome to a new week and month, Wonderbeau people!!! 🀩

It’s exciting to share my thoughts with you again. This may or may not take a while, but here it goes.

So.

Recently, some beautiful weddings happened! And I was grinning πŸ˜€ from ear πŸ‘‚ to ear πŸ‘‚.

The women had become legends in their fields. They were beautiful, very successful and famous.

They had also being single for so long.

So for those of us who are fans, their weddings were pleasant surprises.

Then of course, you had the folks who just had to find something unnice to say. Namely, their age.

The unspoken “spell” was that, a highly successful woman is less likely to marry her type, if she ever gets to that point.

By her type, I mean a man within her age group, handsome and as successful/rich, if not more successful or richer than herself.

So these recent celebrity weddings, broke that (damn) “spell”. From all accounts, the men were what some would call “high value men”.

Then it hit me.

If this is happening publicly, then a lot of this must be happening everywhere.

If you haven’t noticed, the “norm” was men married younger women, with lesser achievements and much lesser ambition than the men.

Now, I know there are men who prefer their equals in every sense of the word. However, negative narratives tend to trend more, than the positives.

So I was wondering. Are the men in their 30s and 40s, no longer interested in much younger women? If yes, why?

It’s part of the “whys”, I want to share here.

One of the reasons “some” men go for young things is the promise of innocence — something that is noticeably, conspicuously and painfully absent in today’s 18s to 25yr-olds. But I digress.

Now, females are touted to be more intelligent than males of their age. Few men, can handle that reality. The reality of dating or marrying women smarter than them.

Then there is the issue of, familiarity. Both genders of the same age group know one another too well. So there’s no room to sow any wild oats among your “classmates” because, you will not get away with it. We know the hands they are about to deal, before they even lift their hands.

Guess the female classmates know too much, so the males decided to go younger in their dating choices.

Younger women tend to hero worship older men. When I was 15, I had a wish to date a 30 year old man, because he will be more matured, more responsible, less of a playboy and ready to get married.

Now am I glad, that wish never came true. Because I probably would have been played, by a man or men, whose tricks are totally unfamiliar to me, but completely familiar with women their age.

This is why players and egoistic men go for young women. Just as men have the advantage of innocence and naivety of the young women on their side, the young women have the illusion that older men have the means and maturity to make their romantic wishes of happily-ever-after, come true.

Younger women were the clay and the older men were the potters. A lot of this relationships worked because one was the revered “lord of the Manor” while the other was the starry-eyed “student” whose “professor” could do no wrong.

Then things changed. There were a lot more Amber Heard-y younger women, than the gentle, “Yes m’lord” younger women. And men with strict preferences for younger women began to panic. Because some of them have already been in Johnny Depp shoes. Those who haven’t, are watching what is happening or they have friends who have been abused by some cute younger women.

And now, the men are beginning to see their female equals with new eyes. Women they have once scorned for being too much. Too opinionated, too competitive(successful), too “feminist”(not wanting to be subject), too rich, too high maintenance (has good taste), too “old”, and so on.

This must be an epiphany for men, who want younger women for the wrong reasons. They are being served, and they don’t like the meal. The innocence is gone. Their mates seem more innocent than the younger women who “served” them in ways they didn’t bargain for.

Now, I am miffed. Because I was beginning to fantasise about marrying a younger man. Yes. And why not? Priyanka Chopra and Meghan Markle are a bit older in age than their husbands, so what the heck?

Ironic, how both Priyanka and Meghan had a lot of bad press. I wonder why. One can only hope, it wasn’t because they “dared” to marry rich eligible bachelors who are younger than them! One can only hope. But even if it was. Millennial women grow more beautiful but “thicker” skin as they age. So what’s “bad press” gotta do with it?

Now that our classmates seem to be coming home to roost, I think we would like to know where the “hey” they have been. Because, they are not getting any welcome anything from me.

If you’re going to consider your “classmates” make sure it’s not one of those who had scorned you and gone after your younger sisters’ classmates.

You deserve better than a “burnt-out dude”. You didn’t wait this long to have the “left overs” of your younger ones. That is a humongous insult, upon monumental injury.

Do. Not. Settle. With. Anyone, who didn’t see you as a first option.

You have come this far. Pray that God connects you with the right man who will see you as all he’s ever wanted and all he will ever want, in a loving and cherishing way.

I know the wait has been long. But hold on. Don’t give up. Don’t compromise. Don’t settle with less.

Believe and trust God for the best, and God in His mercy will fulfill the good desires of our hearts in accordance to His will, in the might name of Jesus Christ.

Hold on…Your full scale laughter is closer to you than you think. Stay close to God and hold your peace. πŸŒΊπŸ’πŸ‡

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February 2021 Writing Prompts – All Inclusive

Little by little, I had to recover

From misshapen realities that hit me like feverish fiascos

Little by little, I am building up what was lost

Like the egg nest, I strived to have

Little by little, I will recover

The heart of who I am

Little by little, turbulent tranquillity is giving way

To tranquillitybeyond bliss

Stormy nights of real realities

Creating an illusion of waving winter wheat and faceless faces

If I were the wind

On balmy days

I will sail into the wild

Over splashes of indigo

And magenta in twilight

Because of you, O faceless faces

Of an unspoken language

I had to settle for turbulent tranquillity

In the midst of feverish fiascos

Whiles wishing and trying to reach

For the candy cabinet

Of the day after eventually

Eventually…

Maybe the day after eventually

I shall open my egg nest

Of an unspoken language

In painted words

The heart of who I am

Homespun fabric

With patches of moldy mishaps,

And splashes of indigo

In painted words

For nearly burying yesterdays

Of the heart of who I am

— the candy cabinet of splashes of indigo and magenta in twilight beyond bliss….

May the faceless faces

Of misshapen realities and stormy nights

Both impressive and ludicrous

Be lost in lava swirls and twin flames forever

One last reminder

Real realities

Are a mix of balmy days, stormy nights,

Splashes of indigo,

Magenta in twilight

Both impressive and ludicrous

Little by little, an unspoken language will become painted words of understanding, beyond bliss in splashes of indigo…

February 2021 Writing Prompts