Good Women and their Children

St Kitts is one of those areas of the world where sex and its related activities are lavishly indulged in, yet openly shoveled into a corner and having a bit of back-kicked soil laid over it the way dogs do when they mess to mark out their territory. This is why we are shocked into jaw-dropping numbness when certain people in our villages become pregnant and start to show. It is only then that people find out she was doing it all along while pretending to be the Virgin Mary.
 This is a reflection of how we look at sex in St. Kitts. I imagine because of our weighty religious underpinnings, sex is regarded as something to be whispered about, and hide  under a bushel for as long as is humanly possible or until one is married.
 But marriage is not as prevalent and as popular as it used to be, and human beings have needs; so a lot of men are grabbed by their shirt collars and tugged through backdoors and kitchen windows when night time comes. Some are crammed and kicked fast and hard under beds, and many have had their fingers squeezed and their foreheads slammed as they are crammed  into clothes closets and kitchen cupboards.
Kittitian Women have had years of training in this, and in their heads are a ready measurements of the precise size of the man, and exactly where he could, would or must fit if  footsteps are heard in, around or approaching the house or the room while the man is inside.
 Sex is taboo, and men have been wounded in their attempts to hide while in pursuit of it.
I have observed, and it seems quite clear to me (although I have not dared carry out any investigative reporting or scientific study on the matter) that it is the nice women who get trapped in the web of sex, taken all the neighborhood name-calling and snobbishness from the women around (who ain't doing what she is doing but probably doing worse) and end up having a lot of children. It is the nice, generally trusting women who trust men easily, even after the last child's father turned out to be a liar, a cheat and a scoundrel, somehow or the other these nice women are persuaded to trust another man  and become his baby mamma, and this is more likely to happens to those types of women who, no matter how many children they get, still somehow-or-the-other, manage to retain the figure and good looks.
These are not foolish women, as the other women in the village derogitavely refer to them. They are just too nice and trusting, and in these days no woman in her right mind can afford to trust too many men too easily, otherwise they will remain perennially pregnant, and end up having to look after all those children completely alone.