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WOMEN ARE LIKE FLIES RUNNING AFTER MEN LIKE FAECES


Wait... Do you know that 'When you are a successful male, women will run after you like flies to faeces!'

The ways women have been qualified over the years have been awful, yet sometimes, it is some women who have engineered themselves in certain ways of reasoning (which are beneath the female height) that are responsible for giving the female gender a prestigeless status. This has to do with a mental state of reasoning and expression which is reduced in scope and it is this state of reasoning that has mammothly cobwebbed so many females' freedom and ability to be independent and express their strength.

I can't dispute the fact that some women, not 'can't' but won't want to stand alone, just because they believe they were made to fend and feed from a man's purse. 'Of course, they are the weaker vessels, of course they are the fragile kind of humans and they know that they are.' These kind of statements are the kinds that tie women down to some mirage of greatness. Those who tend to break away from such miragous statements at the end are constantly reminded of their supposed qualities as the weaker vessels and this act is pitiably carried out by both men and women. No wonder why many women are being trapped beneath the sole of men, where they beg each day to survive. Many are beaten, molested, and still say nothing. They undefend themselves, because they understand, they have been told for many years that they should be obedient to their husbands even if they are unfairly treated. They are told by the community that they can never be as successful as the Father of the House. They believe that they can't stand without a man, or they can't live without a man's help and this has affected their ability to go farther than the foot of their dreams. And the terrible thing is that, it's just a state of mind that has become a culture in which many have been seriously immersed. I could recall some years back when an election took place at my department in school. Among those contesting for the post of the President was a lady. Despite the apparent political strength the lady possessed, some persons still held on strongly to the opinion that she shouldn't have gone for such a position. She eventually didn't win, but she, as a woman had taken a step and left a mark of prestige on the map of history. Some days back, an election took place in school and I was told a lady was elected as the departmental president.

If you are reading this and you are a lady, let me tell you, you can do all things through Christ who strengthens you and not man who strengthens you. You can stand alone and still make the best out of your life and self. You are not anyone's sole mate, even if you become someone's soul mate, you should build your own empire and his own empire will be merged together with yours, that way you will live in mutual understanding, love and respect for each other.

Every gender has the ability to attain as much greatness as its counterpart.
You just have to be the best for yourself and it is this best that will be respected. The way you see yourself should be elevating rather than self-demoting.

Dear female friend, let men also run after you like bees to nectar. Let men see you and be honoured to know you. Let your light so shine that nothing will undermine your illumination.

YOU ARE A FEMALE STRENGTH AND YOU ARE BELIEVED IN.

I am Mide Benedict and I weave words at Temple of Words.

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