I hear her cry and it touched the root of my soul, i listen to her plight and the compassion in me burst open, i see her fear through the oblivious look on her face, it seem nothing could give her some assurance because she lives in the mist of obvious uncertainty and confusion,
Every day by day, she is put under the pressure of male and cultural authority, without looking out for her feelings.
There is so much seed of love in her heart but the earth where she finds herself is not fertile for the seed to grow.
Every where she goes she is judged, every thing she does is wrong, everyone she meets see her through her body without waiting to appreciate what she carries up there,
She lives in a world that trys hard to dominate her soul and body, her heart yarns for liberation, her entire being craves for a genuine affection, an affection that has no consequences.
She sacrifices her joy, subdue her inner most feelings so that the next generation can be happy, her strength is hidden, her value is underestimated, her importance is downplayed, her liberation is delayed, but all in all her contribution to the progression and continuity of life can never be ignored, she rarely hates, but so often love, she never destroys, but always construct, give her a child and she will make out a leader of generations.
She lives in the present but dwell in the future, the qualities a man never takes time to see, she sees just at a glance,
So who says an African Woman is not important, nothing is sweet and smooth without her touch,
Just a thought from me,
DAVID,