You cannot just pluck them up from someone's compound. They are not for plucking
You have to go into the forest to find them and you must have a reason bigger than beauty.
Because they beautify life too, but there is more
There is much more to their make up than make up. Much more to their beauty than a fine face.
The least thing about them is what they look like.
You may see their selfies on Instagram; but in business, they can account for every kilogram
They may not have thousands on Facebook, but you will see millions in their cheque book
You may not see them so much on Twitter, but they can recite 1st and 2nd Peter
"Wow you are gorgeous" is a very minor compliment for them. They hear it, and have forgotten about it the next moment". They don't blush. In fact, if you stare or smile for too long, the look you get will make you feel foolish.
They exist for deeper things than physicality and pulchritude. Their roots go into the ground. They mean business. They are not just flowers. They are trees.
Flowers are pretty, but trees are powerful
Flowers are wonderful, but trees are everything.
You can use petals from a flower to beautify a bed, but the bed itself is made from wood.
Just as you can make furniture out of the Iroko or the Mahogany; the chair, the table, the bed, even paper. For such women
You can lean on them
You can rely on them
You can see your whole future written out in them
There is even plain old firewood. Which means such a person is a combustive influence in your life. Not only a decorative iconograph, but a warm influence, a hearty hearth, a catalytic encourager.
You are admiring their beauty but when they open their mouth to speak or you watch them work in business or economy or life in general, or in the things of the Lord, you are wondering "What a woman!"
You can divorce a flower and send her packing. For plucked you were and plucked out you shall return.
But a tree? No way. It is you that will leave. You want divorce? Ehn. Divorce yourself. The house is mine. The car is half mine. The properties here and there belong to me. Even the clothes. If you are not careful. You may have to leave here naked! So oga please sit down and let us find a way to be trees together.
This woman does not have seasons of budding and wilting, she is a solid evergreen phenomenon.
She knows what she looks like, but better still, she knows who she is.
She knows she looks beautiful but she has refused to be distracted by the surface because of what is within.
She knows that when it comes to being a woman, the container has a best before; an expiry date, but the content is the real stuff. It NEVER expires, but only gets better.
So she has refused to confuse the container with the content. She has refused to place priority on what is inferior.
You will say to yourself "Chei see how they wasted beauty on this one! She cannot even behave like fine geh!!