The African Woman

The African Woman


“My future is so bright that I need a sunshade”, ” Close your eyes and they will not see your vision”, “the sky is your limit”, “whatever will be will be”. The aforementioned statements are among those things in life that spurs your thoughts and makes you to take a critical valuation about your present, your past and most importantly your future. Ask hundred people the meaning of the word ‘future’ and you would get a hundred different explanations To some, the future might be the next minute, the next day, the next month. To others it might be the next couple of years free of excruciatingly boring lectures because graduation has taken place and a successful career is being pursued. However, the holistic school of thought see the future as all encompassing. To this school of thought it involves the mistakes made in the past, how to correct those mistakes in the present and how to prevent making such silly mistakes again. That is the school of thought I belong to, professing that our future was yesterday, is today and we still be tomorrow. The concept of ‘Me and my future’ would be more comprehensible if I introduce myself.


Was that meant to be a question? I don’t think so, I think it should be the other way round; Who I am. A detailed description of the contours, crevices and edges of any body’s personality can be only captured with a compendium. So, I would be synoptic as possible. I am what Adichie would call; a strong, independent, beautiful African woman. A woman born into the society that announces in almost a scorn: “Oh, its another girl child”, when female children are born. A woman who flips her kinky hair back and faces life squarely. I would not want to be chocked up by the vicissitudes of life. I soared like an eagle and laughed in the face of life and human society. I would not want to listen to the pep talk of women not to be ambitious, shoving all that I strategically follow my dreams.

I try as much as possible not to compromise and be honest. Living a life wrapped in a facade is what I would not dream of. I wake up every morning and bless my Creator for another blank check delivered at my doorstep in form of a new day and gird my loins. I know each day is like a war which I must win because of my resilient and can-do spirit. I would not like to be constrained or restricted. I blossom away as I enlarge my coast, conquer boundaries and trespass borders to achieve my goals and objectives I have set out for myself.


Do you I really have challenges? I guess so. I am given birth to in the part world referred to as the third world. That alone is a strong indication that not everything good will come. Being a third ‘worldian’ or a third class global citizen means that your dreams are constrained globally. You make reasonable contributions and the rest of the world looks at you in a weird way, as if some nuts are loose upstairs. The only time you gain recognition is when you present yourself as an African and not as a human, when you paint…
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4 thoughts on “The African Woman” by FLAWLESS (@MAXIMA)

  1. thanks Aderonke. The post was inspired by my sister

  2. Wow! Fabulous why are refering the continuation to another site now?

  3. Thanks @Majiri. I own the blog I refer to, you are invited to read.

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