POWER OF WOMANHOOD

THE POWER OF WOMANHOOD

It is a puzzle that she, who went through constant psychological and physical stress, gave potential leaders. It is true that regardless of her vulnerability, she has anticipated a future of confrontation against her oppressors.

All over the world, the perception of her has been the same until some of her offspring in the Western

part of the world took a walk down the lane of impartiality, discovering the strength, courage, power, authority, and an undying love guiding their footsteps back to her.  At this time, her importance began to flow gently like waterfalls in the minds of the society taking with it her initial image.

It is entirely a different ball game in this clime where she is still considered a weaker vessel. This society has failed to shield her from being battered, abducted, terrorized, sexually enslaved, neglected, raped, amongst other hazards she is being exposed to. Often time, she stands the risk of being forcefully sold into a bigamous relationship, all these are instigators of the post-traumatic stress disorder she suffers. Her situation is so bad that no matter how much she screams, her voice is prevented from being heard.

She has to endure long-suffering and sees anything and everything that comes her way as God’s plan for her; therefore she has to remain calm and respectful. It is high time we left God out of our wicked and selfish ways and stick to the reality. The society in its lacka

daisical attitude towards her has unconsciously laid down it thinking cap and slowly moving on the path of destruction, forgetting that her importance in the society cannot be underestimated. Therefore, she deserves every care and attention to be that strong and independent person she needs to be.

It is not strange that this generation has picked up the remnants of their fore-fathers; one would have thought that gender indifference on the part of the woman would be in its state of extinction, far from the minds of people, but instead it has grown stronger. Let the society not forget that every cracked vessel promotes leakage, which means a weak woman gives to her society incapable hands. It is the reason so many parents are less knowledgeable on how to give their children proper training, thereby leaving them to engage in deviant behaviours that are harmful to the general public. These children later become leaders in different sectors of the country and become aware of their unqualified characteristics of making strong and sensible decisions to successfully lead their people to the promise land, hence, they resort to violence and corruption, putting them at the forefront of that broad way that leads to destruction. We definitely need a change.

SHE IS YOUR MOTHER, WIFE, AUNT, SISTER AND DAUGHTER. God bless the woman…

Cheoun's Blog: NIJ: Two Years of Memories

Cheoun's Blog: NIJ: Two Years of Memories:  School Name                               TO THE GREAT MINDS THAT GRACED ND IIA Seemed like yesterday when we all gathered at th...

NIJ: Two Years of Memories



The School Nameplate of Flag

                              TO THE GREAT MINDS THAT GRACED ND IIA
Seemed like yesterday when we all gathered at the school hall as new intakes, listening to lectures from the many lecturers that were to be a part of us for two years. Yes, you all remember!
Initially, some kept to themselves while others were already bridging the gaps, making friends. Right from that moment, some relationships were formed for life. Some were just temporary as we later found out but nevertheless, it was the beginning of a journey that took two years out of our lives. Two years of bittersweet memories. Two years of unending assignments, two years of endurance, two years of ups and downs as many fell by the way- two years of getting to know one another and what a two years it was— two years of never ending drama.
The story will never be complete without talking about those classmates, colleagues and competitors (yes, competitors because we are all aspiring to be the best) which made the journey worthwhile. With smiles I remember: Ako Blessing Nchong— she came, she saw, she conquered. A modest lady in all ways. To the ‘janglovas’ who finally moved out of their cocoons, Lawal Damilola, Omotimehin Olaide and Afolabi Aduragbemi. Adebowale F. Toyin— ever controversial Toyin but sociable: a friend to many. I remember a co-worker, an easy going lady—Aloh Ann Perpetual. The quiet Amoo Omolabake; the unpredictable Adebayo Rukayat; the three Musketeers( Adesanya Adedoyin, Oshifade Tolulope, Komolafe Jumoke) who formed their friendship right from that first day at the school hall. No one can forget Ariwah Goodness in a hurry—not with her dress sense. I remember the able deputy governor, Arowolaje Oluwatoyin (being a leader is not easy and many a-times you were pushed to the limit). The introvert and ever reliable Adenekan Folake. Bassey Emmanuel Efa— a natural leader. The ever dependable Braimoh Ismail (Alfa); the hardworking Babatunde Adedayo (you submitted the most stories for our class magazine). To a friend, brother and booze partner, Bakare Oluwaseun. My very good sister, Efemena Collins—thanks for your support. To a simple lady, an introvert— Edeh Esther (always using your notes to make photocopies). I remember Fakoyejo Olalekan, an intelligent guy in the class and on the pitch. Familugba Victor – the ladies’ man. To Famuyiwa Oluwadamilare— you were a necessary distraction. Grillo Busayo—the lady that doesn’t lie. Who could forget Johnson Gabriel— Mr. controversial? Always getting shot at with invisible ‘arrows’. Ipogah Janet—witty and generous (you borrowed me a phone when mine was stolen and I never returned it). Our spiritual leader—Jesuwale Stephen (the last person to submit his scripts during exams). Our photo editor, Jimoh Abiodun— who found love in the midst of the ‘enemies’. To religious Muhammed Aishat (we shall all miss the eggrolls). To my very emotional friend, Odogwu Magaret. To the ‘grammarian’ of the class— Olaniyan Solomon (a typical Yoruba man). Ojo Funke Toyosi— I hope you’ve forgiven me for turning down your many fellowships invites. Thanks to my ‘secretary’, the most brilliant lady in our class—Soyinka Funmilola. To the leader of the ‘introverts’, Shodeke Sarah. To a very special friend, a loyalist— Sanni Omolara (I wish you the very best in life) and not forgetting the ‘feminist’, Umoh Mary (I hope to see you on screen one day championing the cause of women).
From the writer of this piece, Akinleye Olusegun—I want to say a big thank you to you all for the chance you gave me to be your class governor. It was a two years I would live to remember and I hope soonest, we can have our first re-union. I’m honoured!

N:B Not forgetting those that fell by the road side for one reason or the other: Anyoru Royal, Frank Comfort, Shedrach Wealth and Bamtefa Adewale.

The Great Minds and their HOD Mass Comm.

To me that am posting it now, I will miss you guys much and am using this medium to say a very big thank YOU to everyone that I came in contact with through my days at the NIGERIAN INSTITUTE OF JOURNALISM (NIJ) Ogba, Lagos… I appreciate everybody and I wish you guys well in life

                                        Bakare Oluwaseun appreciate you all!!!