Exhuming the tattered, frayed remains of a women

Thank heavens the bogus and spurious women’s sunlight hours have passed us by, I couldn’t for another minute bare the overhaul, the glorification and suspect deification of women. I refused to listen to slave inscribed vocalisations of colossal men giving advise and honorarium value to the strength of the mouth of women, or the irritating salute to the stride they made to liberation as they firmly stood behind their men. The pictures and dialogue of women icons has a façade out glare all over it, almost like a must, it is grating to say the list. Year in and year out we hear the same phoney repudiation of women’s need, summed up in the upliftment of their socio-economic status, and a call for the end of the scourging sexual enslavement of women. Women are alleged to be the eternal victims of all societal ills, the damsels in distress who knows not how to tussle for her self, hence the need for men to fight her battles for her. Like mute hogs women sit aside and nod as men march on their behalf, chanting latter day slogans which to date have never witnessed fruitation.

It’s a stomach churning thought really, how women have been made feeble by power mongles whose interest is to be politically correct. More and more women are made cranium-less and as callous as their male counterparts. The only mission being to equate them to men, an impossible rapture even of she Godzilla, as unsightly and tough as she, she is not a men and that should not in this lifetime be the parameter by which to judge the strength of a women. This musculanisation of women must at once come to an end, the undue declaration that women must be in business, sitting in dreary board meetings or breaking their nails mining crystals is absurd in the least. The acclimation that women must lead is tedious – the structural confinement of women to todays world order is unjustifiable.

Today a powerful women is the suit wearing, Q7 driving single women with no children and thus no life, she is qualified by her dull hairstyle and ability to give orders, a flourishing bank balance summarises her qualifier to power and potency. Long dreaded speeches speaking about this woman circulate the world, filling it with more hogwash than the remains of the Tsunami. While stamped behind a podium this women is expected be on fire, firmly thanking her male counterparts for heaving realised her strength and given her the opportunity to prove them right as she steps to the challenge, as fierce as it is, as demanding and challenging as it is she took the step, not with standing that for the men around her its just child’s play.

For a long time we as women have mimicked the order of the day, and rose to the men’s occasion, we have graced their world stage undoubtedly to prove that we too can. We may have succeeded in their race to prove our worth and faculty, our zest and aptitude but we have failed ourselves, as we have not defined our struggle, our strength and wisdom. We have successfully failed to cathartic our hearts and minds. We have disgraced the plight and fight of mother hen, the ferry godmother and all other women with special feminine gifts for the world, and lucratively buried ourselves on alien manor.

I am mortified at the prevalence of this disease, and how the sufferers do not know they have been infected. When if ever will women appreciate their difference in skills, physical and logic make-up, thought, emotion and love to men? When will they define their own groundbreaking rules for success and honour, their own playing field and tools, their own qualifications to stardom and bravery? Gone are the days of midwives being the doctor of all women ills, a smile the healer of all wounds and the heart the pacifier of all evil. Why aren’t we specialising in sharing the love that make us unique creatures, the joy that feels our homes, the patience that makes us astounding beings. If all women were to use their brain power to share some pleasure and remind the world that there is more to life than success we would have succeeded in bringing peace and stability to the world, as ours would be pure soul food, nourishment of humanity and the preservation of humankind.

So I pledge to exhume all those lost souls trying too hard to imitate a failing course, to be themselves and let that be a course to live and survive.

To date we have succeeded in showing off our ability to be whatever and whoever we want to be but have failed in being ourselves – women. Yes we can be leaders, and no we do not want head outs, we can be the men and head of our homes, we can preach, mine, garden, give it to us and we will do it. The one thing we cannot do is to provide the other half to reproduce so for this soul purpose we still need our male counterparts (LOL).

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