As a month of celebration of women, l choose to celebrate this woman, me.

A few days ago was international women day. As women we did our part to celebrate one another which is awesome. This got me to think, many times it’s us women who pulls each other down. It’s women who uphold the repressing laws that are imposed on women. It’s a woman who reports another woman when falters. The list goes on and on…. As l lie in my bed wondering why, it dawn on me…. I remembered how I used never to celebrate myself, never kind to self. Until l learned to give kindness to self, l felt free to give to others and never felt unappreciated if it was never acknowledged. I remember the day l made this decision to honor self, to celebrate my personal victories. l started seeing how my sisters were hassling , l started to admire, cheer and learnt to uphold them in all truth.

Everyday l see women choosing themselves and it brings tears of joy to my eyes. It doesn’t mean that they are any less, a mother, a wife, a boss but just a woman waking up to self love. Everyday women are showing up for one another. I can tell you the struggles of being cheated on, oppressed by religion, divorced, unreturned love, lied, taken for granted, assumed desparate the list can go on…
Above all this, when l open the book of my struggles l see building blocks, lesson manuals that l should hand over to the next sister. These are my marks of victory, never to be ashamed of, my spoils of war because today like many of my sister heroines we stand, stronger and with no apology because l have earned my space. I celebrate this woman today. Me.