One Crime Every Woman Commits...

Women, just like their male counterparts, are not perfect but they are priceless. I am one of them. It is incontestable that we exist in distinct forms and heights, and possess variants of captivating features, ranging from our facial and bodily features, skin complexion, degree of beauty, density, colour and fashion of hair, frequency and mellifluence of voice, style of gait, dress sense, originality of character, volume of tenderness, mass of elegance, height of ingenuity, scholarly worth, prowess to the immensity of virtues that make the real women inherent in us. Only skilled men can describe us further than I have done.
      Given the sweet portrayal of the female folk, the main thought on the mind of anyone will be how and why on earth a special breed like ours should be so offensive to hurt a fly rather than imagining much more, even to the extent of us committing a crime. So, the big deal is, which crime are we to discuss anyway?
        There is a river in which only women can swim best. There is a river bank where it seems only women are well skilled to manage well. There is an only path to the river where only women can locate and trace masterly. The river, the riverbank and the sole path are descriptions of one and same victim of women's only crime and the crime is... Take a deep breath and relax. A Yoruba adage emphasises the fact that a man whose wife is already being brought to him needs not to crane his neck like a giraffe or like a desperate searching single man. Suspense produces fun. I will tell you. I will tell you only after I have done a reasonably measure of justice to the preliminary.
     My next treat is for every reader of this piece. Men, what struck your mind the moment you set your eyes on the topic of today's discussion? That there are some crimes peculiar to women indeed? And you began to think, digest and suggest? What were your suggestions? Even at this stage, how many additions have you made to them? And you are itching to read me let the cat out of the bag? You are so interested in this one crime every woman commits that even a fellow woman is ready to admit?
     I can feel the shock and hear the queries of my fellow women. I have not said anything incriminating though. So, relax and enjoy your day believing a next date with Bukola will give you a coveted response. Remember I am a woman like you. Another Yoruba adage hammers the reality that an initial blame is for a tortoise while the ultimate blame goes to his in-laws. In essence, I am not exempted from the only crime women commit that captivates me and inspires me to write. In other words, whatever I intend to say applies to every woman, including I. And whatever you are thinking it is remains a mere guess until I tell you what it really is. And until then, I wish you all pleasant moments ahead.