After all she had gone through, she faced death with a menacing look on her face, and a delicious jeopardy was in the air. Lights, camera and….action! And she dramatically enters the scene. Her face pale, her lips numb, and every single part of her body aching ferociously.
Her loud shrieks were the result of the merciless and narcissistic incarnate of the devil she had mistaken for the perfect husband years ago. She had done absolutely nothing wrong at all. She had just stood her ground and said no to the surreal requests of this sorry excuse of a husband. Time and again she helplessly fell victim to this form of abuse. Every single time she was left to clean up her own blood and howl in response to her agonizing pain like an imbecile. If only something of any sort would just gobble her up.
Her father, the epitome of menace, had handed her over to Joshua, the rich and arrogant man whom she had forcibly come to know as her husband. Anxiety pierced through her heart like a fine edged sword. She had no option but to flee. Mate, I have something to tell you. Fleeing was the best decision she had made since being captured by Joshua. She fled to the city where she found a job. Her childhood dream. She was an actress! The power to change the world through culture and art was now in her
hands. Woman of steel! She could reach out to paradise and claim to be a culture icon.
Kirsty Coventry, Harriet Tubman, Maria Sharapova and Marie Curie are just a few of the women who have proven time and again that women can. The unsung heroes of the world who in my opinion are criminally underrated. The heroes God sent to bring warmth to each and every home are time and again subjected to various forms of abuse. Victims of gender based violence, forced teenage marriages and undesirable belittlement.
“Enough!” she shouted! Clara Zetkin paced her eyes furiously across the packed room before iconically declaring 8 March International Women’s Day. With that she had just installed a surge of self believe in each and every woman on earth.
Finally she sat on her porch her eyes sinking into the sombre sunlight, a superstar. Sipping on the finest liquor. She wasn’t looking for knight. She was one. She gave herself a pat on the back. Woman of steel!