Imagine, just imagine, there was a woman who cried, groaned, a woman who was at the verge to death, struggling with labour pains, she pushed until she could give birth to you. You call her Mother and she is a resemblance of all women including the one you will consider a wife.
What luck? Such great luck, to find a friend who wakes up before you do, prepares for the kids to go to school, cleans the house, prepares for you to go to work and maybe also prepares for work too. When you get back you are tired, she is tired too but still has too prepare supper for you to eat. In the inner room she has to please you so you can go to sleep well.
Your world is a smooth flow but you don't see that. A simple misunderstanding you do not hesitate to raise your hand, you beat her thoroughly as if beating a dog. She cries but you don't hear it, it's as if you want her to die.
Dear Men, when you realize that a woman is a fertile soil, you will cherish her with your life. Give her seed and she will give you a child. Share your love with her and she will build for you a beautiful nation.
