Posted by Paul Yeenie Harry on March 01, 2005
One evening, long before Cain had even thought about killing Abel, the Adams sat in a round-table position in their new home to have a family discussion.
It was one of the most serious meetings since Adam and his wife were driven out of the Beautiful Garden because of bad behavior. Present in that family meeting were Father Adam, Mother Eve, Cain, Abel and Evena, the only daughter at the time.
While discussing from one thing to another, Cain scratched the center of his head and asked, “Daddy, why were you and Mum thrown out of the Beautiful Garden you continue to talk about?”
Father Adam took a deep breath and said, “Son, it’s a long story, and I…”
Cain did not let his father finish, and he threw in, “Yes, I know, Daddy. So, just make it short for us.” Father Adam looked at Mother Eve, and Mother Eve looked at Father Adam.
After a few seconds, Father Adam replied, “You know, your mother is responsible for our leaving the Beautiful Garden. She allowed herself to be fooled by a simple animal, which gave her a strange fruit to eat. Your mother was not smart enough to have waited for me even before attempting to eat the fruit. She took a quick decision. She was too fast. In short, the animal gave your mother a bad fruit to eat, which she also gave me to eat. That’s why we find ourselves in this place, and not in the Beautiful Garden.” After Father Adam’s long blame-shifting speech, Cain looked at Abel, and Abel looked at Cain.
Evena looked at her mother and said, “Really, Mum? It’s a pity.”
Mother Eve properly positioned herself on the smooth rock on which she sat and replied, “Yes, but your father, too, was not strong enough to refuse the fruit. I did not force him to eat it. I only smiled, kissed him and offered it to him. That was all. He ate it as if he had not eaten for days. He even forgot to consult the Owner of the Beautiful Garden before taking the first bite. Your father was weak; he was really weak, especially in my presence and under my influence.” The two boys looked at their father, and their father looked at them.
“Mum, will men always be weak in the presence of, and under the influence of, women?” Evena asked. There was a dead silence for some time.
After a few seconds, Abel remarked, “Excuse me, Daddy. If we have to be thrown out of this new place, whose fault will it be again, yours or Mum’s, and where will we be sent next?”
“Ask your mother,” replied Adam.
Allow me to rest my pen for the next joke.

