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The Story of the Padlock and the Key




Let me tell you a story...

Once upon a time, in far far land, there lived a beautiful padlock, whose name was Padlucky.
Padlucky had a lovely gleaming body with a nice sturdy handle that shone oh so bright.
You see because Padlucky was so beautiful, all the keys loved her. There was no key that didn't
try to open her and sometimes Padlucky let them.

But everyone judged her. Even the keys Judged her, the ones that had opened and the ones that hoped to open her one day. The keys that she refused to let open her said mean things like "so you will let tiger brand key open you and you will be showing off for me? what makes you so special"


In this Land, there also lived a key that could open every padlock. His name was MasterKey.
His friends loved him and celebrated him because you see, there was no padlock that Master key could not open. MasterKey opened padlocks from the North to the South, from the east to the west of the Land.
Even Padlocks sang his praise.


The End.,

I keep hearing this analogy of the master key and the padlock that any key can open,
despite the fact that I find it exceedingly offensive people keep using it around me. I don't like the analogy because most padlocks come attached to a key and only that key can open them. The same goes for the key, besides scratching your recharge card or your hair the key can't be used for any other thing. Women and Men aren't formed that way, we have choices, preferences and opinions.


Some time ago, I read various blog posts where women were busy having it out about cheating men. A wife wrote the letter, a mistress responded even the fierce independent ladies had a say. I think everyone answered roll call lol.
Talking about cheating spouses, I didn't fail to notice how the wife managed to blame the runs girls for taking the darling husband, i mean if a man sleeps around it can't possibly be his fault right?
it's all these rubbish padlocks that will let any key open them.

There was even a blog post I saw, can't recall where; Writer was a guy and he was telling women to be grateful and take what they get. He said it is not possible for men to be faithful in or out of marriage, that that's how they were built. I don't know who to blame for all this but we now live in a culture where people especially men are no longer held accountable for their actions. If a man cheats in Nigeria, his wife may have had enough and leave, everybody will be saying be a steadfast woman fight for your home. While I strongly advocate the fight as I believe marriage is worth fighting for but how much is too much?

While it's not okay for any partner to cheat in a committed relationship, we in society are quick to throw stones at the woman than we are at the man.
Nobody says "ahh! that woman cheated, did her husband not cook for her?
Did he add weight? is he paying too much attention to the children? is he going to church too much?
why isn't he using a waist trainer to make himself look sexier for her?
Somehow if a man cheats it is kind of the woman's fault. I am not saying here that there aren't things we do or don't do that could chase our partners away but, sometimes women or men can bend over backwards and the partner still cheats.

We need to recognize that maybe women and men operate on a similar spectrum in these modern times and we need to stop judging people based on their gender. If a woman can be faithful to her husband for 20 years of marriage, then it is possible for a man to be. Let's not fool ourselves, the women are probably tempted as much as the men are, some fall some don't and the philosophy of what you don't know won't kill you operates strongly in both cases.

Whether male or female the decision to be faithful is all on your shoulders, it's not a pre-destined genetic anything. It's you, be you, man or woman.


Disclaimer: This is in no way an endorsement for cheating, I am just saying women are not padlocks nor are men keys. I think we are a combination of both with common sense in the mix.




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