Respect The Woman

I was born of a woman. For those of you who knew my mum, you would attest to the fact that she sacrificed a lot. Yes a lot. My mother was a Ghanaian. I can likewise identify with the mothers of so many of my friends. Some fed and provided for me. Some continue to do same. Some are living. Some have finished their earthly assignments. Some including my biological mother never lived long enough to enjoy the fruits of the seed they sowed. I write in pure anger. This is the Major you used to know. Not the one you know today. I am back on that precarious precipice again. Hopefully for a short while. How many of you have wives? How many of you have kids? Have you been there during the birthing of your child or children? A woman in pain or distress is videotaped. Some wimp puts it out into the public domain. Though it is to court sympathy, please it is distasteful. Do not do this.
Do not debase womanhood. No man conceived you. You were housed by a woman. Rent free. Bills free. You were born of a woman. Please, I plead, RESPECT womanhood.

The writer is a motivational speaker, writer and poet. He is also currently a host on Sankofa radio (Sundays 11.30-1pm and every other Saturday beginning November 1st 20014) transmitting on WRTC 89.3 and WRTCFM.COM

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I am a social advocate with a biased focus on empowering Fathers to be role models for not only their children but all children. I also love to write reflecting articles and poems on social issues. I am married with a wonderful and loving wife with whom I have three lovely children.

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