Because I am Woman

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By: Mrs.BMB

I am a woman.
So what?
I get into an argument with a man. He slaps me. I feel the pain. Yet they tell me I provoked him.
I get into an argument with a man. I slap him. They tell me I have no respect.
Like I don’t have a right to be angry……..
So, my level of respect for people is judged by my degree of silence in the face of brutality…..

Because I am a woman.
So what?
I am not allowed to show anger. I must sit with my legs stretched out even if it hurts. I must not talk ‘anyhow’.

Because I am a woman.
My husband or “boyfriend” cheats on me, I am told to tolerate it……to save my marriage or relationship as the case maybe. Society making the barbaric and stupid excuse that ”it is in their nature to cheat”
I cheat….and I am called a whore, if we are married i am sent packing with my obese tinker box on my head and my little one still suckling my left nipple.
Three years later……little one is tagged a bastard.
Fellow women will now tell my mother to take me for cleansing. Then, I will be flogged with a sorry excuse for a broom to get rid of the demon.

Because I am a woman.
I am judged as a good girl if I know to cook, clean and do laundry for my man. And when I don’t know how to, I am useless.
My character does not count.
Because I am a woman.
He is 28 and runs a company…..”ahhh wonderful! Successful at a very young age”.
I am 28 and I run a company ” Hmmmm, she is not even married. My dear, marry as soon as possible o. You don dey old” like being successful was not in my DNA or has anything to do with a person’s gender.
Because my life ends at forty.

Because I am a woman.
I am not allowed to have wits or be a prodigy…….
Because when I am financially buoyant….without a rich dude beside me…then I am a generous leg opener, “a runs girl”. They never see the possibility that I actually had to ups and downs to get to where I am.
Chai!!!!!!!!!!!

Because I am a woman.
I am raped. Then, it is my fault because the strap of my bra is pink and my idea of fashion is provocative. And if I am way younger, I will be flogged because I ‘allowed’ the 25year old broda nextdoor to touch me.
I am bleeding and sore….yet, they force me to admit I enjoyed it.

Because I am a woman.
My post will be considered controversial….
And everyone will try to correct me.
Because I am a woman.
I am a woman.
It does not make me less human.
PS: Woman……………………………………..
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………………………………………………Go and make yourself useful. Our day will come.:

AMAZING REASONS SOME LOVE THEIR FAVOURITE COLOUR

“Colours make me happy everywhere I go, the world is like a rainbow putting on a beautiful show..”- Barney and Friends

The World, Works and Thoughts of Bolu Michael-Biyi....

colours

Colours are important features in our daily lives and they mean different things to different people, colours also reflect situations and may serve as an indicator to a person’s mood or state of mind. Many times, we seem to take colours for granted maybe because we see them so often; nevertheless, we need to sometimes appreciate the beauty colours add to life. Substantial credits to The Literary Cafe crew, below are some of the reasons why people love their favourite colour.

Tosin:

“I like green because it represents nature, more like earthy sage green. Sometimes yellow, because it looks happy, I don’t have a favourite but I like earth tones.”

Maestro:
“White because it represents purity and peace.”

Desmond I:
“Yellow because I admire traffic warden people.”

Oversize:
“Red because it is Izakaba people colour (laughing).”

Bade:
“White because it is Real Madrid’s colour.”

Enobong:
“Black because it looks nice…

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