A friend once cracked a joke that feminists are women who hate men and yet want to be like them.
I read on the news every now and then of how we should involve African women in entrepreneurship and give them equal opportunities at the leadership level and the whole feminism shebang and wonder, how far have our cultures fallen and dwindled?
In my vision of an African Woman as told to me by my grandfather and my father is that my African Woman is the head of the house, or would be the head of the house (not yet married)! She’s steadfast, in charge of the next generation, house keeper, maker of the home, maker of the family, maker of everything that is nice, delicious, and amazing in her stew pot. She’s the core of a family’s discipline, she is the bearer of good news and she has the final say in bringing into the world what most men seek, a legacy.
My grandfather and father have taught me to respect the African woman, to love and to adore her, to involve her in everything. My mother, the core of our family has taught us that family is important. Yes, the African woman has the strength, the power and the wisdom to hold the family together, hers, her husband’s and her very little own.
Its sad today what we see and hear of African women. Women who think that cooking is outdated. Women who think their God given right to bear children is just that, but they have a choice not to use that talent. If they want to, they will, if they don’t, they won’t. It is amazing how some women go to church and claim to be believers in Christ and everything God stands for, and minutes later start uttering things such as my role is not to give birth. What are men supposed to do now? Learn how to give birth?
I meet young girls who can barely make rice. I think rice is the simplest dish to make. For heaven’s sake its just that, rice. And what makes it worse, they are proud. They don’t care. They believe that there place is in an office. What’s worse, MEN can now cook.
Feminism is a term people are taking advantage of under the guise of women emancipation and freedoms. Yes, we need to involve women, empower them, provide for them but not MAKE THEM KINGS! And maybe some African men have forgotten what their African mothers told them about their future African QUEENS. Handle them like queens, like the treasures they are, should be, and will always be.
I have argued about feminism with my African queen, and yes, women in African culture are rarely celebrated but that’s because they naturally supersede our mere mortal male African cultures, they are goddesses. Above all everything else.
I am afraid that we live in a generation that has been blinded. A generation that refuses to think. A generation whose cheap exploits is in how long they’ve had a hangover. A generation that think that relationships are mostly a play thing. A generation that thinks sleeping around with everyone who they can afford to bed is the greatest achievement. A generation that keeps score on how many people they’ve slept with. A generation that does not want to work. A generation that is devoid of culture. A generation destined to fail if we blindly continue at this rate.
I am not a meninist! Neither am I against woman emancipation and feminism. Do you know what’s vintage? Well, we celebrate our parents anniversaries every now and then. That is vintage. You dating someone for 2 weeks and then getting ‘bored’, that’s crap. That’s what movies have sold us. Movies whose bullshit my grandmother a week ago was saying were my entire fault. Nudity, violence, decadence. That’s all she seemed to say.
What generation are we going to create at this rate? Feminists? Meninists? Hahaha!
My vision of an African woman is that of a woman who’s willing to intertwine her life with that of mine. Can cook. Knows the value of family. Knows her role. Knows she’s a QUEEN above all else. A woman who does not want to become a man. A woman who does not what to play my role.
So, I meet this young girl in college( Campus) and randomly have a conversation. I ask her what her ideal man is. Well;
“He’s at least 5 years older. Has a house. Has a car. Can take me out whenever I feel like. Can get me anything and everything I want and ask for. . .” Wait a minute. Stop there. Are you talking about your father?
Yeah, God bless these African girls who think like this.