Ain’t no way to treat a lady!I was minding my own business as usual. Or, is it? I don’t know.Anyway I was waiting for a train. It was mid-morning. At that time, trains take an hour to come. And it had just left, I guess.I don’t know. I don’t like to ask those guys that work at the rail.Most times they are not the friendly type. Like, why do you bother them? Even if you want to know when is the next train?You don’t ask. You mind your own business. While waiting I sat in the sun. Days are cold these days. And if you sit in the shade, you will want to use a loo. And station loos are one of those you cannot be sure of.They can be dirty. They can be disgusting. Why? I don’t know. Some people don’t know how to use them. They don’t care that after them another will come. They think it ends with themIt doesn’t. Anyway I waited. And while waiting I sat in the sun. And after a long time it came. It came full as usual. And a singing coach swallowed me. I did not want to. I avoid them.One day I found myself in one. And I stood next to a woman. She was singing on top of her voice. And she was singing to my ear. I squirmed and twisted my face, to no avail.She was like she was possessed. And I don’t know how I survived it.But I did. That is why I avoid singing coaches. But this time I couldn’t. However, as soon as I got aboard, the singing ceased.And I said my ‘Thank God’ inside. Found a place and sat down. No sooner had I did that than I noticed a preacher. He had a thick black beard. And looked like he was in his early forties.Well, he was a bit far from me. I could mind my own business, I thought. But not for long, for I heard him say something like in his house he beats his woman. At first I thought I was mistaken.But he repeated it: “Kwam kukhala iscathulo!” Now, that’s weird for a preacher to say, I thought. But he did. I looked at his audience. They seem not to be bothered by that. Like, it was nothing new. They know it.A woman gets kicked around. Of course, I have seen women being kicked around. And if you dare intervened, you will be told to mind your own business. The victim may even gang against you.So why bother? I don’t know. Maybe it is the right thing to do. Maybe they are weaker sex, and we shouldn’t prey on them. But we do. And preachers are calling for it. Or, are they? I hope not. It ain’t no way to treat a lady. Stay positive.