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The other day I went to my sister's talent
show at school. My mom had asked me to come along to learn how to 'parent'. I
gladly went to also show my support for my little sister. I would do anything
to see my sister happy.
It was actually quite good. There were
children making speeches, doing chemical experiments that left me amazed, and
singing. My sister played her flute or recorder (she told us it was not a
flute. It looked like a flute to me). It was generally a good performance and I
marveled at what the children were showcasing. The events that happened at the
end of the show were the ones that had me scared. The dancing.
One girl came on stage and I almost went to
cover her up, but because of the world today, my intentions would have been
mistaken. I felt horrid and cringed in my seat. I wanted to support these girls
dancing, but my eyes always fell on her. I felt sorry for her. She was around
my sister's age (12-14). The reason is she was wearing a tight top and she was really
blessed in the chest area. Whenever she danced it would seem they would almost
fallout and there would be another Janet Jackson incident.
I am a man, agreed; men are generally referred to as thinking with their lower organ, but it is not always the case. If it was my
sister, I would have gone on stage and forced her to cover up. Not every man
wants to see boobs each and every time. I felt scared because I was thinking if
she were to walk around town and meet the 'thirsty' people of this world, what would have happened? I asked what of her parents? How do they feel about
their daughter exposing herself?
The world is no longer the same as it was
in the 1980s where women wore mini-skirts but men kept off till marriage. Today
sex has been sold all over, any slight provocation leads to unwanted
consequences. (I know, I know, I already talked about this before, but I feel the need to repeat)
My problem: She did not cover herself well.
I had no need to see skin. She is a very beautiful young girl who will one day
become a great leader, and leaders do not expose themselves. As Africans we may
have shown our body parts long before colonization, but today is totally
different. 'Her dress her choice' that is alright. However, men work harder for
hidden treasure than exposed ones.
Many women may ask why men are not asking
them out today, yet they dress explicitly. Well it is because of the dressing.
Men want to conquer not to find exposed lands. This may upset people, but as
much as men may be thirsty for big butts, breasts, twerkaholics, we still want
a decent lady. That is why most marriages are not lasting because a woman has
to constantly keep herself looking pretty and exposing her body to keep her
man.
I am scared that the next generation and
even mine will be in constant argument about dressing and whether it affects
the psychology of people. To that little girl she was fine the way she was
dressed. Not even her teachers stopped the performance to ask her to cover up.
I am happy however when she came for the second dance she covered herself and
buttoned her jacket. Someone must have listened to my silent complaints. This
is why I wrote women are queens, and they should treat themselves and be
treated as such.
I am old school. I appreciate women who
know their worth and work hard to protect. Every one has a rights to dress as
they want. I am also entitled to rights of having an opinion and my opinion is
that women cover yourselves up. You are beautiful, you do not have to show the
world to prove it.
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But I am not perfect. I saw something was
wrong and did not stand up to say it. I cannot judge her dressing because she
knows herself. With the constant pressures that young kids have during their
adolescent lives, it is very unfair to blame them when they are trying to make
a statement. Maybe her dressing was in rebellion to her parents or a way to
look 'cool' in front of her peers. If given the chance, I wish I could
encourage her, tell her she is beautiful just the way she is.
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