Its the International Women’s day 2017 edition, and it has been very colourful on the web pages, and on the radio ( I can’t tell how many times Shaggy’s “Strength of a Woman” has played on the radio today) and in the conversations.
I love the idea of being a woman being celebrated. I got caught in a few arguments from the “men too” troupe, who wanted to know why Men didn’t have their own day set apart for celebrating (They should be grateful we let them have birthdays 😁)
There has been so much citations on the victories and travails of the womenfolk, but while I was praying for all the women in my life today, I didn’t necessarily count the victories that are very evident.
I counted the victory of the woman who relentlessly kept up her children’s standard of living, in exchange for her peace of mind.
I counted the victory of the woman who didn’t resort to violence but chose to forgive every time she came in contact with the one who abused her.
I counted the victory of the woman who in spite of her agonizing stillbirth, determined to get pregnant again, and birth a child.
I counted the victory of the woman who looks nothing like all the tears welled up inside her.
I counted the victory of all the business ventures who refused to be backed to the corner by contrary forces.
I counted the victory of the woman who in spite of running her family goes on to achieve all of her dreams and goals.
I counted every woman who chooses to support other women in every way they can.
Their stories make this day special.
Their stories give us a colourful aspiration.