Celebrating the Women in Our Lives.
A few days ago, we celebrated women’s day. People did celebrate this important day virtually I suppose because of the many pictures of grandmothers, mothers, wives, sisters, girlfriends and girls I saw flaunted online in a number of social media sites. Unlike Valentines, this year exceptional due to the Men’s Conference, where people spend and make their better halves happy, women’s day is like a lesser version of Valentines but there is never a big fuss about it. One reason could be that these two days are not well distanced from each other, simply less than a month difference.
With a few accusations I have had before that my testosterone levels are high, which is good by the way, I will not coil myself into obscurity of the women world before speaking on behalf of the boy child. Boy child has been forgotten. It is not male chauvinism as some may take it. As a matter of fact, I recently saw calls by women on TV who believe the boy child has been neglected seriously. So why can’t we agree to change next year’s 14th February into Romeo’s day and then celebrate men’s day instead of women’s day. I mean we call it the male year and this time the males get a treat from our beautiful females. It could be a lovely thing to try. Boy child is a desiring sapien; complete with feelings too.
Some of you (women) will crucify me for this. In fact some of you have started cursing me already and wondering what kind of a ‘Monkey’ could I be. But the beauty with the thoughts of a free man is that they are a preserve of himself and his followers, who most of the time don’t exist. So just imagine that I was wondering loudly but went overboard to bang my thoughts on my computer keyboard and before long I had written them down. This however does not mean I don’t support celebrating our women.
To put my records straight, today I am celebrating women in their diversity. Right from my lovely mum, then my sister as well as all female version of friends and associates to me. I am celebrating them for a few reasons. The first reason being rather obvious that my mum bore me. Had she been a bad one, my life on whom I was dependent could have been cut short any time. Had it not been her patience and resilience as well as endurance of the labor pains, it is possible you could not be reading this article today. Secondly she fed me purely on her milk the first about eighteen months; I come from the old age village life when we could breastfeed even up to two years. So we owe our mothers a lot of gratitude for our existence today and we should thank God for them every single day.
I am wondering where fathers featured in all this circus because we spent like eighty percent of our time with our mothers. It has not changed much nowadays and with the rapid urbanization coupled with the ripple effect of globalization, children may end up spending less and less time with their parents as we move forward. Nevertheless, most mothers will still spend more of their precious time with their children. This is a very critical reason why we should celebrate our mothers and grandmothers. We celebrate our sisters and daughters because we live in the hope that maybe one day they may become mothers and will battle it out with all that comes with motherhood.
For instance my sister was very helpful to me with the technical house chores because she learnt them earlier and helped me learn them too later on. She has always encouraged me the way my mother does and this is why I celebrate her too. Why could an encouragement be an enough reason to celebrate them? You can imagine a life without hope. It is like rowing around the world without any winds to help you along the sail. There is a huge possibility that you will give up on the way.
And now one day the little rascal becomes a big boy and you date your first girl. You get to learn what false love can be to a delicate soul of a man. Maybe you may get lucky to date that one girl only and end up marrying her. These are exceptional cases for a fact. A huge number of young boys and men struggle with break ups like it were a world war battle. Because of the power of a breakup with a woman, these men end up learning what it means to have strength to battle invisible powers called emotions. And just like that, the man in them begins to develop.
I watched a short video last week in which this female broadcaster was equating a woman with a church. That if you don’t visit church while you are alive, you will visit it when you are dead. I didn’t connect it well enough but her point was at home, you can’t avoid women. They are all around us and they are part of us. We thus celebrate women because we cannot afford to ignore them; and if we do, that will spell disaster in this universe.
After the first break up and a lengthy line of others, there comes this woman who puts you together and even accepts to be a father to your children. The woman who builds the broken you after that first break up. Remember there are only two women in the life of a man, the first woman or rather girlfriend and the last one who becomes the wife. So we celebrate women also because they break and build. They come to our houses that are often habitable to us only and make them habitable to others. They come and plan our lives and make us admirable to other women. They come and things never remain the same whether for the good or bad. They are women and have indispensable power. We have to accept this fact.
So to my lovely mum, my sister, girlfriends, aunties, my daughters and all female associates, I celebrate you. I love you. I cherish you every day because I am yet to explore my full potential courtesy of you people.
I realized it is not easy to ignore you and had to celebrate you today so cheers to you all.
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