She’s lost her sense of self, forgotten what it’s like to be a sister, wife, mother to her children. She’s put all her eggs in a basket, in this marriage that doesn’t exist anymore.
It’s almost as if she’s heading to the stream ill prepared, going to a knife fight with a gun or even the simplest, and heading to the stream to fetch water with a basket.
The outcome always will be extremely deadly/ defeated.
She has internalised, accepted and conformed to what society deems a woman role and responsibility, should she be a married woman.
She’s forgotten that she’s got to do what makes her happy, instead of twisting and bending over backwards, all in the name of keeping her marriage,
her husband happy to avoid him going to look for love elsewhere. She doesn’t know any better.
Her children however keep telling her to find her happiness, because after all no one can make anyone else happy.
She’s the tale of an African woman who doesn’t or fails to understand that marriages do end, relationships sour out and it’s okay because such is life and how the world operates.
New techniques need to be learned in other to get by situations that make humans uncomfortable.
It’s okay to be uncomfortable in every aspect of life, such situations only teach mankind to improve, and consequently we create our better tomorrow.
However, this woman doesn’t accept that whatever her marriage was has totally ended. It’s classed as shameful to the African woman for not being able to keep her marriage, family together.
Divorce isn’t an option thus she lives a miserable life.
Sympathy is felt for her due to the fact that she’s loved hard.
The nightmare she lives every single day is unbearable; she wishes it to stop however she doesn’t (unconsciously) wish to pick up new tools available to change her life.
The future of the African woman is …