Our Men Love Us

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We are loved. We were loved, once. We’ll continue to be loved and appreciated. Because of the internet, we ourselves, opened the drapes/curtains, to let the world see what’s happening inside the four walls. What was once a home, is now an open office plan.

Therefore, I cannot blame the audience from the other side of the world to think we are not loved. It will be a tragedy to conclude that the beautiful gift that is our men, does not love us. We are the millions of women that do not walk the red carpet but we are loved. We are not tenants of Instagram, Facebook, Tik Tok, YouTube and other social media, but we are loved.

We shun public places like restaurants because we cannot afford them, and we are better cooks. We also don’t believe in show-and-tell. We prefer to touch, feel and bask in no-reason smiles. You haven’t lived if you’ve never received them. Two of us in love is a beautiful thing to see. Has anyone ever stopped the two of you on the street and said: “Excuse me, are you brother and sister?”

We are loved. We are not always together with our men, because we visit parents, do volunteer work, go to concerts with  girlfriends and take kids to chess classes. We are not joined at the hip because we must miss each other. Very important, as in, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Women who wait, and wait, and wait reach a breaking point: “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for hours.” That’s not good, neither is advice we get from podcasts.

We are part of the millions of women that don’t watch them, but we have off-line conversations about men who don’t say I love you, every ten minutes, but call our parents to complain: “I don’t know Ma, but she has been very cold lately.”

We are loved now. We were loved once, but it didn’t work out. We tried it for the second time and it worked. The million women that are loved are married, single, divorced, with kids or with no kids. I must sign off now because that is staple podcast content. I just hope one day, a podcast host will remind the audience on the other side of the world, that our men are moonlight-fine and love us deeply. Don’t let disagreements fool you. As Dulce Sloan the comedian put it: He’s checking me out, because I’m pretty.

Dulce, behave yourself.

Nonqaba waka Msimang

Executive Blogger

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