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Womanity

So hard is it to write a piece on women these days and not be tagged a feminist. However, I am of the opinion that most injustices against the feminine gender come about as a result of woman's inhumanity to woman. Women, I think, are the architects of their fellow woman's destruction. Dear reader, come along and reason with me, and if at the end you disagree, please write back.
      To begin with, take my society for example. Nigeria, a country teeming with enough opportunities and  partners to go round for everybody. Yet, you will find that most women are always interested in a man who is not available. Women have no problem engaging in an affair with a married man but do not hesitate to rain curses on the woman who tries same with her father. Some women will do almost anything to ruin a fellow sisters home just to take her place and these very women are bold enough to raise their voices and say that men are what's wrong with the world.
      That aside, take the work place as another case study. While their male counterparts compete legitimately for jobs and positions of power, it is not uncommon to find ladies busy setting traps for each other.
       Move away from that and consider the twisted trails of African tradition. As beautiful as this can get, it also has its dark sides which our mothers and sisters do not fail to enforce such as supporting extra marital affairs and the likes.
       Have you ever wondered why as intelligent as women are they still cannot rule the world? Organisation is the problem. A team of strong soldiers cannot beat a team of unified weaklings. All women need is to realise that they are all on the same team and need each other. A lot of power without control is often said to be twice as bad as not having any.
     

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