Women ??? te QUESTION

Women’s month PROSE

By Mihlali Gqada
The question that intrigues me the most is that which query’s the depth-ness of a woman’s sense of worth. It unequivocally suggests that she is worthy of honor, and should be equated to Godlyness because of her evident demeanor; her faith and loyalty to all that she loves. A woman has long been made a mute hog, loved for her firm breasts with shape her physic and astound her male companions. Long has she been a stature to be admired by passers-on who look unto her as a feature to entertain and make stand their manhood. Her hair, eyes, lips have been a subject for speculation for far to long.

Long have man attempted to define her value as though it’s a memorandum of appeal. The world has derived much joy from her womb and politicians have gasped at the softness of her voice, mistaking it for weakness. The women has been struck by the thunderous misfortune of sadistic aggression in the hands of the patriarchal world and the rapt insane laws that enslave her body to domestic woes and prostitutive propensity…never capturing the might of her SOUL.

Though railed as the tail of the train, sold to the highest binder to induce the world of the haves, she stays strong in her soul and belief of better days to come. Young and old women hold the force of the world at the palm of their hands, for in the absence of their smile the world would be a deep dark hole, filled with aggressive human-like features who know not how to conduct themselves.

I do not seek to state the obvious, or declare the immensity of the role of women in society, because whomever does not know this in this day, is not worthy of my audience. Mine is simply to usher goodness in the hearts of woman and to declare to all those who seek an audience with me the energy by which women need to know and qualify their lives.

I vow NOT to stand shouting on a porch but to redirect my zest for the ultimate upliftment of women to intimate conversation that deliver the message of hope, that nurture the sentiment of consistent faithfulness even to those ignorant souls who believe a woman’s place is in the kitchen. I seek to allay the worries of being unable to be loved and or capable of being a wife – that GOD watches over your psyche and has readily declared you as spectacular, so any worldly declaration of your supremacy is a mere corroboration, a subtle realization of what you should readily know.

You are not just beautiful, but spiritually aligned to greatness. You are not only the mother of the soil, but the dust that gathers to synthesis all forms of vegetation that feeds our bodies, oxygenates our lungs and breathe air into our lungs. You are not just God’s prized possession but his master piece, his grand selection for prominence.

I am a delectable dime, a precious gem, worthy of all that is great, a diamond in the rough touted for exquisiteness…I am a daughter, a lover, a friend, a sister, a grandchild and most importantly I am God’s guard and he is my savior…

I AM A WOMAN because I SAY SO

I am a WOMAN because I SAY SO


Not because my breasts can feed armies of destitute children of my land
Not because the depth of my heart can love even my enemies who wish the worst for me, in days when I need their support and convictions the most
Not because I honor even the husband who betrays the vows we took before GOD to LOVE one another forever
Not because I nurture even the street kids who ring on my person and abuse my genuine concern for their livelihood

I am a woman
Not because I have a vagina which has been a curse on my person as the world rapes its kindliness, its tenderness and abuses its worth through distorted lies of the pleasures it brings to those who force themselves to taste is lovable sensual truth
Not because my ears hear the unspoken vows of a disillusioned world
Filled with false testimonies of insincere hearts
Duplicitous natives who know nothing of who they are
Where they come from
And the path created for them by those who paved the way for us all

I am a woman
No t because you, the world says I am
Because I say I am
Because I live in this skin
And am a constant sight of nauseating onslaught
Domestic quarrels which scare my body with bruising signs and codes of
The patriarchal world I nurture and continue to love regardless
I am the everyday victim of loitering societal bandits
Who see weakness in my eyes and chase my purse to feed their addictions
The girl child who dares not walk to the shop out of fear of being molested by
Neighbors who lure her to creepy corners to pleasure their sickening pedophile minds

I am the sight of fault that even my parents are ashamed off
Because I will never continue the plight of their traditional quos
It is my body that is used to amuse the staring glares of men
As my stature, in shire nakedness stands on porches of rich folk’s homes
Who poke my kuchii to demonstrate their power over my person

I am a woman
Not because I have great domestic love for cleanliness
And an uncontestable devour taste and love for cooking
Not because I can wash and iron
Or shop until I have no more money

I am a woman
Because I say so
It is true that biology alone is not the a deciding factor
But the love of ones feminine gestures
So I am a women
BECAUSE I have been honored with a womb to breed and make grow human beings throughout the world
But most importantly to be a guiding light to all that breathes on the earth’s surface
As an oracle of human life
Mine is not by body but by the power of my heart
That is forgiving
Loving
Nurturing
Caring
Sensitive
Educational
Seductively intriguing
And breathes life into destitute souls

So do not think you know me
Do not seek to define and confine me to what and who you want me to be
I am who I want to be
I am a WOMAN because

I SAY SO …