1./ During my quiet time today, my bible passage told the story of the woman caught in adultery.
After I dwelt on the immeasurable grace of God, several questions nagged at me.
What happened to the man she was caught with?
Which of the 2 of them was married?
2./ At least one must have been because the act was referred to as adultery.
I suspect it was the man because there’s no mention of an irate husband. But I may be wrong.
Yet no one dragged her male counterpart out, or tried to bring him to book.
3./ He obviously wasn’t there trying to fight her corner either.
Cowardly toad.
The nagging issue for me was that nothing has changed. The woman always bears the weight of guilt in sexual misconduct.
I couldn’t help but wonder at her shame.
4./Was she allowed to put on her clothes? Or was she dragged out in a state of déshabillé?
Female nudity continues to fascinate the world. At the drop of a hat, a woman is stripped bare for any offence.
Female sexuality also remains a matter with which woman are often shamed.
5./ When society decided that a woman should bear the burden of guilt in illicit sexual liaisons with men, what informed the decision to absolve men of all agency?
I came to the conclusion that everyone wants to receive the grace Jesus showed to the woman accused of adultery.
6./ Everyone likes to point fingers at her accusers.
While a good many of us are that woman and in need of God’s grace, a great many more are the accusers and wallow in a pool of self-righteousness. Dressed in a toga of faux piousness.
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The speaker is Death
There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace,
3./ I was jostled by a woman in the crowd & when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture, now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me.
We Dey Patch Am.
1./ Mr. Daniel, listened to his Madam’s conversation with her sister as they drove home. She had just finished from the market. The boot was laden with her shopping. It looked as if she was going to stock a small provision store.
Before going to the market,
2./ his Madam had already stopped at some supermarkets along the way to buy some things that she could not get in the market.
It wasn’t that he wanted to listen to her talk with her sister, but as he was in the car driving, he couldn't help but hear her conversation.
3./ His mind no too dey wetin she dey talk, but he still dey hear.
The next thing he heard was Madam telling her sister that market don dey tire am. She was telling her sister that everything was now too costly. All the prices were going up. He laughed inside him;
1./ Ivie trudged upstairs to their bedroom. She felt weary. A bone-deep weariness which had nothing to do with physical exhaustion and everything to do with her state of mind. https://t.co/e0rsPd7SgW
2./ She opened their bedroom door and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God today was one of the days Mary had got around to tidying the room before she left for her sewing classes. The bed was made, everywhere was arranged and the curtains were drawn shut.
3./ She wanted to crawl into bed, fall asleep and obliterate the memory of everything that had happened in the last few hours. But before that, she needed a shower to wash away every trace of her self-betrayal.
1./ Ivie’s hands trembled on the steering wheel as she backed out of the gate. She instinctively raised a hand in acknowledgement of the greeting by the security guard who manned the gates for the mini gated community of townhouses where they lived.
2./ Hot tears were burning the backs of her eyes. She prayed they wouldn’t drop. The children were in the car and she knew that if they saw her tears, she would have a tough job explaining them away.
3./ They bickered good-naturedly in the backseat as they were wont to do on the school-run; whereas she had to make a superhuman effort to keep her mind on the road and not crash into other cars as she drove out onto the main road. Her emotions and thoughts were in disarray.