Don't bend it. Just blend it!!

They say culture does not make people. People make culture. If the full humanity of women is not our culture, then we can, we should, and must make it our culture. Having said this, it is not intended to mean the other gender is less, but rather equal. Hence, it is more sensible for me to say I believe in Equality rather than saying I am a feminist. I am NOT! This does not make "her '' stronger, wiser, better but does not make her lesser either. Why would I otherwise raise a voice or sing a song on equality? If one life can be changed through conscious reading, then it will be worth sharing stories of life lived in anguish and agony of discrimination, yet glorified by the mere existence of truth and humanity in her soulful presence in this world. A lotus that blooms in the filth of time - story after story. Don't bend her, for she is ever willing to blend!

 

So, once there was a human birth of a beautiful little girl. Her birth was rejoiced by the ones who bore her, just like a boy was born and celebrated! She grew up in an equal opportunity household and got her well-deserved education and all the vocational training anyone with ambition would vie for. The apple of her father’s eyes, she revelled in the purposeful teachings of life lessons from her Papa dearest. She wanted to become an uncorrupt officer, just like her father. Then lo and behold! She grew up fast and tied the knot (and what a “knot” it was!). Now suddenly, she became a woman! A woman of substance – parched with thirst for more of the world and herself, beaming in the glory of womanhood, despite all the rut and mire of life lived in blissful anxiety, agony and yet persistent progress. Where is the room for regret or complaint? No, there isn’t – for she is a perfect blender in her gender. She blends her sorrows and griefs with a dash of available joy and whips up a perfectly smooth and delicious cream-topping on the ice of her prudent existence. 

 

She would often dwell in the learning of techniques, soft or hard skills of everything that was/is work! Driven by her passion to excel in what she undertook, with integrity and honesty, she oftentimes “rubbed people the wrong way” or so she was told – by the well-wishers and the omniscient. There were more judgements than praise for what earnestly deserved a pat on the back, than a kick on the bottom! More hands were extended and she was grateful – because, while many pulled her down, one always lifted her up – in the form of a paintbrush or a pen that refused to stay idle. A good Samaritan was never in short-supply but the evil weighed him down, pointing the sharp dagger aiming at her vulnerability. She never lost sight of the light at the end of the tunnel and waded through the mess and mesh of circumstances. On and on she moved – with a gait of a swan and the leap of a tigress. Nothing scared her anymore for she hit the rock bottom way too many times and yet floated back on the surface, holding her breath, living on the edge – making ends meet when there was no end to anything. Sheer passion for creation drove the woman to do what others would think twice to even attempt. Yet recognition was never sought, nor given freely – for awards, accolades and praises were sold to the high and mighty.

 

Watch out for her real-life stories that would make perfect reel-life episodes IF the men and “other” women in the industry exercised some stirring of grey matter in their suave heads and acknowledged genuine work. This is the beginning of exciting solo flights of a She-man human. Come, hold hands, join the ride here!

 

I am, 

Yours truly,

A woman. I am a human.