Girlfriend, Live ! Let God Dictate Your Life!

It’s past 12.00 noon and the day is 17^th, the eleventh month of the year of the Lord (2014). I look at the dates again and yes its exactly seventeen days, yes seventeen days since October ended and I made promises to myself in the new month. Promises to live and many more which may not be related to this article! Seventeen days are gone, what have I done? Your guess is as good as mine. At least am alive.

So you ask what is so special about ‘seventeen’ and just as your concern; I realized there is actually nothing special; absolutely nothing special about ‘seventeen’.  It’s a number, just like I could pick 2, 4, 8, or even 0 .What really matters is how we identify to a date or season and what it means in our life. I relate to this day because I woke up looking forward to it. I do understand there are women out at Uhuru Park today fighting for the rights of so many women who are sited behind a desk like me today or even clueless. And so I start deriving my identity to this day. A lot must have happened to many women around the world in the last 17 days not undermining the fact that even far back in the days. In the past days we have seen very many coward men in the city undressing women publicly. However justified in their opinion they may want to be, I am very disappointed. It is very disgusting and uncouth behavior to be witnessed in the current century. I got mad sad and bitter at the same time. I actually wondered!  At the end of the day, when the curtains are drawn back and the night falls, were this ‘animals ‘proud of their actions? It is the work of the older women to give guidance to the younger woman.  Its no business for any coward to do what they did on the streets.

Then I thought further how many more women have suffered in the hands of such cowards? Just before you brand me a feminist whom for today I do not mind to be; I do understand there are good men out there. Unfortunately in the last seventeen days I have just been overwhelmed by these so called cowards. So let me stick to the cowards. How many women have been undressed emotionally, spiritually, socially or even financially and no camera caught the action. How many women have cried in the last seventeen days wondering where the cowards were and with whom? How many women have experienced the pain that crosses your heart so many times continuously within a second leaving you breathless.  How many women have just realized that it was just a fling from his end whereas from her end it was a relationship? How many women have been told on their face that he choose to walk away because he could? How many have been told that I chose her because you made me to? How many women have learned that while they were faithful for the last seventeen days that he was out there not thinking about her? And the list could go on and on.

So I choose to think past the events of the stripping on the streets and realized, I too have been stripped in one way or another and it could have been any one of us, it could have been your mother, sister or friend.  But above all we have to say NO and speak out. To all the girls that in one way or the other have gone through a difficult situation that you had no control over, on this seventeenth day of November 2014, I thought about you and the agony of bearing an untold story inside of you. This whole article was just to let you know that ‘A woman is like a tea bag – you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water.’  You are stronger than all the tears and the pain. Do not be afraid of the storm, learn to sail the ship. And above all smile often nobody can make you feel inferior without your permission. I appreciate each one of you! My dear girlfriend , choose to live and let God be the dictator and guide to your life.