The metamorphosis of the weeping widow

By: Severius Majiedt

HAVE you ever noticed how the personality of a bereaved widow changes the moment she receives the insurance pay out from her deceased husband. Gone is the red face of the weeping wife, with tissues in hand, drying her eyes and longing for her hubby.

That face is replaced by one with heavy makeup and freshly styled hair. She now wears high heels and clutches a handbag bulging with money and credit cards. The former red eyes are now scanning her immediate vicinity for eligible male companions.
Her middle-aged friends of many years are replaced with young loud chicks walking on high heels, showing a lot of leg in a very short mini skirt, influencing the wardrobe of the formerly bereaved widow. Her middle aged housewife’s body is forced into the kind of outfits that her daughter would wear, to show off what her body has to offer.
The hairstyle that her deceased husband liked so much all those years must make way for a long, orange Brazilian weave to go with the times. Her Gospel music collection is packed away and the beat that she listens to in her brand new car is funky House and Kwaito music.
The weeping widow is transformed into a happy widow. She is renowned for her house parties, that attract hot blooded young studs half her age. The once only coffee drinking aunty is now gulping away on anything from whiskey to brandy, that promise to get her in the mood for love. She and her teenage daughter
now compete for the same men and boys. During her house parties, the photo of her dead husband and father of her children, which is usually displayed on the TV, is placed face down. What the eye can’t see, can’t hurt the heart – otherwise hubby may be turning in his grave.
The happy widow is now a fully fledged sugar mommy. On her arm and behind the steering wheel of her car, is
a very well built young man with a foreign accent. He wears small Levi jeans to show off his behind and a white vest, regardless of the weather, which show off his pumped up arms. She provides him with an eighteen carat gold tooth to boost his smile and to round off the look, on his neck, mommy bought him a thick 24-carat gold chain.
At home, her son is begging for an X-Box game console but she refuses, saying it is a waste of money. Her in-laws also ask for something because their departed son used to provide for them, but she is deaf to their pleas and cuts them off  completely. Her young lover is the only family that she needs and he completes her.
On her break-away, dirty weekends the children must fend for themselves at home without parental guidance and they start experimenting with all manner of illegal substances and people.
As sugar mommy’s money dries up, so does the love of her young stud. The house parties also become less extravagant and the number of friends decline. To try to keep her lover and to still provide for him, she starts selling what she had bought for the house. No need for an extra TV – sell it. No need for an extra microwave – sell it. No need for that computer – sell it. No need for such a big car – sell it and buy a smaller one. These sales, as well as the tough financial times can’t keep her lover and she ends up where she started, with the red face and tissues, crying for lost love, only this time with a whole lot less money.
The in laws will now ‘cover’ for a gravestone for hubby.
Happy Father’s Day to all fathers.

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