Patrick Chuka

I may never understand, truly, the inner disposition beneath all those curves; No one would ever understand the underlying strength in the homely smiles and motherly gestures; Point at that one who could understand that the female form is one of constant endurance of pain and suffering? The monthly menstrual cycle that comes with it excruciatingly painful cramps. The agony of having to push a lifeform from between your thighs, a slippery being slithered from between strained legs and sore privates. The long hours of endless screams to bring forth yet another individual. The endless juggling between family and work. Between friends and colleagues. Trying to balance being the perfect wife, amazing mum and endearing woman. Yet she maintains a certain kind of aura. Her beauty is still unfazed. Her smile never wanes. Her touch; feminine and intense, it can affect the shroudest soul and bend the toughest minds. Yet she maintains an enviable serenity, a sacredness that can only co