Celebrating me on International Women’s Day
The other day, when my good friend, Ogbeni Ota was checking up on me, or I probably called him, he said
‘Yetunde(his wife) was just asking me if I’ve gotten in touch with you since the last time and I told her that
Yetunde Olasiyan is a man in a woman’s body. I know she will be fine’.
Because that wasn’t the first time I was hearing such.
My other good childhood friend had said to me after i moved to the north.
‘Yetunde how did you do it? Why did you move?’
‘Well, I just moved noni. Just chasing my dreams. Just trying to build from scratch.’
‘Wow, You are a man honestly. Your drive is too strong,’ he said.
He had suddenly sent a text today after I missed his call. He was calling to say ‘happy international women’s day’. But I am not even à woman….i am a man.
I quite agree.
Seriously, I don’t need a world recognised day to celebrate myself.
I guess I am becoming proud!
I am very strong.
I am phenomenal.
I am passionate about me.
I agree that I am a man.
Of course, which is why I have believed in my struggles. My struggles validate me. My struggles separate me from common women.
I don’t look for validation from people.
My victories have bored me.
I need new ones.
I have really come a long way. Seriously.
My struggles are more than what you know.
But I am still here.
I have kicked out so much scum out of my space.
Those scums who would bake a cake to buy my peace of mind. Smellos! Phew!
I haven’t met so many phenomenal women. Except the ones I romance on e-space.
To all those women,
Who aren’t defined by their struggles
Who don’t look like what they’ve been through
Who continue to wax stronger to the shame of those who say ‘now, let’s see what becomes of her’
May the universe always be kind to you.
Meanwhile, I was at ITF, Adetokunbo Ademola way, Maitama yesterday, attending a workshop. I had a good time eating fried rice and listening to lectures on Emotional Intelligence. Yeah, who wouldn’t need to be emotionally intelligent especially with those OBFs?