Street Peeper Zimbabwe Street Peeper April 2018 | Page 37

Does
n’t it
bother you? I mean, doesn’t it irk you,
the ignominious victory that he has so
gladly, so magnanimously handed to
you on a silver platter as though you
have fought so hard for it. Doesn’t it
affront you? Or at least madden you
that he continues to patronize you with
his sweet talks and vain applauds to
which you have so effortlessly fallen
prey
The cynicism-sarcasm that he occa-
sionally studs in his flippant tone
when he tells you just how much
dynamism and aptitude you exude.
Can you really be so ignorant? Just
how much more puerile can you be,
to allow yourself to be lulled into
oblivion like a child tricked into
believing that candy and vegetables
are the same. In which world has
equality and obliteration ever been
the same?
Wake up and smell the coffee
woman! You have never been in
power, never will you be in power.
Equality is just but a chimera. A
reverie that you constantly fall in
and out of more often than anyone
should be allowed. A narcotic you
constantly inject yourself with
while he supplies you with it and
has the gall to tell you that you ‘run
the world.’ Don’t you see what he’s
doing? He has given you nothing
but an unadorned title and while
you are here rejoicing that he fi-
nally sees you as an equal, he’s out
there doing the very things he be-
lieves you are incapable of. Making
you believe that you can, you just
don’t have to.
How you have mistreated and de-
based him because he can’t tell his
Why do you want to be his equal
side of the story because remember
even? Don’t you want more than
you can speak two languages, one
that? Why don’t you appease his
of which is verbal. He cannot tell
ego and let him d o it all?
his story because the world will
You see, yours is a battle you will
always side with you, now is that
never win. Matter-of-factly, you lost the power that you so longed to
it before it even began, simply be-
have? The power to purloin and
cause you went about it the wrong abuse what doesn’t belong in your
way. While the world hails and
possession. You have defiled the
celebrates you, allow me to ac-
very word, woman. That is not
quaint you with the truth and the
equality, it’s not even empower-
truth only. Taking joy out of life is a ment. It is incommensurateness,
woman’s best cosmetic, but you
injustice in favour of women.
have taken much more than that
Have you forgotten, my dear
haven’t you? You have sucked the
women? What it means to be your
life out of him, merely because you
very being. Don’t you remember
can speak two languages, one of
your exclusive ability to nature?
which is verbal. It is his job to re-
Yours is to uplift, not to tear down.
spect you but you didn’t take it
Your empowerment is in empower-
upon yourself to give him some-
ing because truth of it all is, one’s
thing to respect. You took away his
power cannot be evidenced in the
voice in a quest to find your own.
absence of another. Isn’t it why
You allowed your insecurity to
they say behind every great man is
cloud the very value of your worth.
a woman.
You, my dear woman, put a price
tag on an entity that can never be
bought or sold. Your femininity, the
Now you tell me, what is more im-
very essence of your womanhood
portant, the head, or the neck that
has lost appraisal because you want
holds it up, and what job would the
to be deemed ‘equal?’
neck have without the head to hold
up? It really isn’t about who’s in
power, it’s about who’s carrying
Concede me the fortuity to educate
out their task in the way that they
you, woman my woman. Did you
should. Life is not a competition, it’s
really think it was going to be that
a race won only if everyone else has
easy? You didn’t think the battle
won. It’s time to redefine the word
was over did you? Well then, let me
woman. What does it mean to you,
update you. It’s only just the prel-
woman, my woman?
ude of a contentious struggle. An
untold, unremembered blitzkrieg
oppugned by your progenitors.
Nature has given women so much
They didn’t fight for their voices to
power that the law has very wisely
be heard, they fought for the recog-
given them little. –Samuel Jackson.
nition of the voices of others. You
have taken away his voice. His side
of the story is unheard.