They’re indeed amazing, the black women. Yes! We’re mothers, wives, daughters, aunties, sisters, cousins, grandmothers, friends and colleagues.
She leaves her home to a new home, all in the name of marriage and, in some cases, she drops the name of her father for her husband. Who does this? It’s only us, and would always come from us — the women in the belly of the black Land.
The journey to maternity alone is more than a deadly voyage. Ah! Enjoyment of sex is for a few minutes, which she knows. During labor, the suffering breaks the heart; yet she doesn’t give up.
She’s an economist, yes! Thus she manages the little at home to satisfy the entire family. She is a marketer; she ought sells beautifully with passion and love. Her competitors and customers become her new family, too.
The African woman, such a wondrous reformer. She is always willing to improve what is unwilling. They are builders who strive to give us solid pillars for stronger buildings. If hard work is what makes people billionaires, then every African woman should be a billionaire. She toils just to make everyone around her comfortable. Her smile heals all wounds in the heart.
When an African woman is called to the table where there is no hope, passion, love, care, willingness; she turns the tables over, and brightens the future. Looking at her shows that God is indeed love.
We have the likes of Yaa Asantewaa, Her Excellency Samira Bawumia, Maya Angelou, Georgina Theodora Wood, Melody Millicent Danquah, Asmau Bint Ayub; and so on to emulate as young African ladies.
It’s high time we look at the African Woman as a guide and mentor. I hope it’s clear now? Enough of westernizing everything.
©Sidikatu Yakubu
