The puzzled woman…
Who is the woman behind the puzzle?
By habit, people tend to acknowledge women from non-urban Africa as for being underrated habitants of virgin landscapes, subjected to a constant struggle for survival and to a usually harsh fate. Examining their culture in comparison with our big cities’ great “accomplishments”, we usually downgrade their forms to broadcasted figures of the third world societies. Adversity is their common characteristic thus we also address her as a sensitive human being deprived of basic goods, civil rights and western civilization’s amenities.
We even sometimes feel sorry when imagining how puzzled she must be feeling entering each day under the pressure of possible exploitations, ethnic cleansings, civil wars and political crisis, hunger, thirst and poverty.
You name it, she may face it.
Nonetheless, if you take a better look you cannot but admire the purity of the African woman’s skin, her inner strength, her trustworthy collaboration with men, the beauty of her exquisite jewelry, her sophisticated outfits used on celestial occasions and the colors representing untold stories of boldness and awe.
But not only from the outside is where you ‘ll find yourself deceived by the way you analyze the given circumstances. These women are actually not as puzzled as one might think. They are focused and free of unnecessary distractions.
You may take another glance and realize they mostly live in a real world, like the one we inherited from nature itself back in 20th century, with all the fatal dangers, expected losses and hardship that people are meant to come up against throughout their lives.
And even though they can realize their destiny could easily be modified by a forged alliance between the rest of us, they ‘ll never give up the fight for just another day on this earth, while we seek to colonize the other ones clinging some thousand light years away.
They are surely eager for medical care but they ‘ll probably get lucky not to infuse themselves with extended amounts of zinc vaccines, in order to avoid the one in a million chance of dying from a laboratory disease.
They fear warlords, but they don’t die in hundreds of thousands within the range of a single button’s push.
They don’t get fat by eating in a state of abundancy by they don’t get skinny by depression, either.
They only consume what they need so they don’t really feel like recycling.
They stick together in order to survive from their common enemies while we choose to divide people in order to prevail against fictitious terrorists.
They follow the spirit of each season while they are clearly considered never in fashion.
As I take a deep breath and dive into the depths of reason, I am still puzzled by the profound irony. Guess who is the puzzled one now.
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