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The Shadow Woman: TAKUDZWA MUHOMBA (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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” …I will greatly increase your sorrow and your conception; In pain you shall bring forth children and your desire shall be for your husband and he shall rule over you.’’ (Genesis 3:16)
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I am a shadow, his shadow, he knows it, as a fact. He does not know this for what it truly means, that is his problem, he is short sighted. He loves that I am the shadow, that I stay in the shadows. To him, I am insignificant but I know what it really means being one, the significance of being the outline, the dark ‘useless’ silhouette.
I have had time to really think all this through and it’s all maddening that I had not seen the way I think before to be shallow and weak. I know, you must be wondering, how can a black outline mean anything? As far as I know, most men have always been a bunch of blinded egocentric sexists. They have always seen themselves as a superior sex and I honestly do not blame them at all, I mean God is a man after all. Imagine how that fact alone can mess with the self-absorbed brain of a typical man who thinks sexual equality does not exist because we are physically different. I am a shadow of his representation therefor making me weaker and not liable for equity. Facing the facts, I am a shadow of the male, I admit it, even the Bible made sure to emphasize that, but this clouded the other facts to males, those that prove that we are equal. Even though we are different in our make-up, we are still the same, equals.
As I look in the mirror and fully discern myself, I begin to really appreciate my complexity. The world views me to be plain and simple, that what’s shown is just as it is, but I am glad I see the sophistication now. What the world sees is just a black, plain silhouette. One that is of no substance, a weak one that depends on an object to exist. To me, it’s more than that, even if at first glance it doesn’t seem so.
When God created humanity, he realized that his male human creation shouldn’t be alone, so he created for him a helper, a partner, to confide in. That’s us, the female. In Gods eyes, He must have seen that for these people to live best, this female was going to be from his male creation. He makes them one for they are created of the same, even if their resemblance isn’t, everything else about them is the same, equal.
How am I a shadow? It’s all there, even with scientific explanation. For a shadow to be created, there needs to be light. This light is God, even the Bible says God is light. The light shines on the object (the male being created) and from the light cast on the object, the shadow is created (God creating a female off the ribs of the male) and shadow is cast and it is the congruence of the man. What does this all mean to me, a woman? It’s a no brainer, he and I are one, are in need of the same thing to exist, God, the light. What then makes the man more superior than me that he has to silence me, shut me off? Does he not know that no matter what, I am stuck with him that he can’t run from me, that I can’t be separated from him, I am him as much as he is me? Even if there is no light to make me visible, I am still in existence, in the shadows of my shadow, I am stuck with him. At first glance all this appears to be bondage, as it currently is. This means I have no say in important things, if anything at all. As I said before, most oppressing men are short sighted. Here is what he does not understand about me, the shadow woman. Everything he does, I also do, even if he doesn’t see it. This was proven when I the woman, ate the forbidden fruit, you too ate it. So, what I also do, you do too. We are linked. Its Gods will, we are in sync, we do the same, we are the same, equal. Nothing can change that, not even your vile mentality. Why do you find yourself superior to think I have to remain muzzled and unimportant?
He said I was weak. In my heart of hearts, I roll with laughter. Indeed, I do look weak, but nothing is ever as it seems. There is more to what we see for in what we see there is what we do not see. It takes seeing beyond to notice that this is a clear understatement to all women. I am in fact stronger than he thinks. My only weakness as it stands is him, for it pains me to see that I have failed to make him acknowledge our equity. God saw that his human male creation was too weak to make it on his own so he created me, to make him stronger. I am his strength, my strength is the light that gives me the power to pillar the man because God knows without me, he would be a disaster. This is the reality, even if men will not admit it, we are equals. I am the healing to his troubled waters. God said my man shall be my longing. He shall be my longing because he needs me. I will long for him sure, long to complete him, not fall under his wrath.
Every King needs a Queen. The Queen knows the foundations of compassion, love, peace, purity and fulfillment which is why they are equals in the ruling. Even if the influence of the Queen remains in the shadows, it is seen through the King. God said the man shall rule over the woman but what kind of ruler silences and does not acknowledge the voice of his equal? Even God, the Ruler of Rulers is not like that, He is fair, He listens, He considers. This is why He chose that His son be born through the woman. God Himself, letting the woman be His home. Call the woman weak, but she managed to have all the power of God stored in her, to live in her, to contain it.
Shadow woman, yes I am a shadow woman, I will remain the shadow. I refuse to be the shadow you choose and expect me to be. I am far greater than what you measure me to be. I will be, I am, the shadow that WOMANS UP. So I will let out my voice. Hear my voice, you will hear my voice.

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She Is An Army: SEKAI IMBAYARWO-CHIKOSI (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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Yes, to the normal eye she is nothing out of the ordinary. Just another middle-aged woman, struggling to bolster her waning sanity in a vicious world while grappling to strike a balance between being a good mother and devoted wife. In my eyes, and in the eyes of those who have had the
privilege to come across such a phenomenal woman, calling her ordinary would be nothing short of an insult.

She is an army. When I see my mother, I see an army. Not because she is muscular, sports ripped arms and a toned sixpack and brandishes ammunition and firearms. Neither is it because she is your typical Supergirl on a rush to save the world. Instead, it is because my mother is a fighter; ready for the war. She is all the superheroes ever created combined and more. Aged 49, my mother has successfully made it in the commercial world, emerging as one of the managers of a top-notch retail furniture shop. For a sector dominated by males, she has constantly fallen prey to chauvinistic behaviour. Instead of succumbing to the negativity, my mother has always picked herself up, trampling over her obstacles on the battlefield on her rise to the top like the fighter she is. She started from the bottom, and now she is there, at the top.

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My mother is an army, wearing her pain and experiences as her armour. Each and every scar, both emotional and physical forms part of her network of trophies, creating a record of all the battles she has ever fought and won. Having been married at a relatively young age by today’s standards, she had to shape up because she could no longer ship out. Her father’s death, the person she had been closest to in her family was another heavy blow that threatened to send her wallowing in the pits of depression. Being the optimistic and bubbly woman, she did not allow these to be setbacks in her life, she was more than geared up to get it back on track.

Thirty years later, my mother has not only levelled up to be one of the strongest women I know but has reached such a standard of greatness, a
far cry from the timid girl she was when her journey as a mother began.
Just like an army, my mother has been a shield, reminiscent of a mother hen on a bid to protect her hatchlings from the wolves in sheep’s clothing ravaging the society. In a world where girl children are most vulnerable to exploitation and manipulation, my mother has made it her top priority to keep us safe. Never a day has passed without her going out of a way to ensure not only the security but comfortability of my two sisters and I. Bluntly put across, she is the word overprotective redefined. Although we feel that she invades our privacy at times, her intentions are good and I really would not want that to change somehow.

At the end of it all, my mother is a Queen fit for royalty, a role model I adore beyond words and the epitome of love, protection, strength. Without her, my life would be a war, hectic! Although life has dealt several blows to her as a way of throwing her off-track, I can proudly say my mother has conquered. Donning a crown over her head, wearing her pain like stilettos and clad in the armour of experiences learnt throughout her life, she is an army.

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The Beauty In Me: VIMBAINASHE MUSWERA (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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First of all l want to try and define the word beauty .Beauty
can be defined by the character or physical appearance
of an individual. Some people think that beauty is how one
looks on the outside. However to others inner beauty is more
important than outer appearance .lt is difficult to explain the word
‘BEAUTY’ because everyone has their own opinion and views about
beauty.
I am a proud and beautiful African girl. l am fifteen years old
and l learn at Harare Girls High. l have long brown natural hair,
a pair of dark -brown eyes and smooth silky skin. l am a good friend,
good student, a good child to my parents and a kind human being .l am tall
and brown in complexion.


I am a dedicated and hard working young girl .Once l start something
I do it whole heartedly and l ought to finish it .l set goals in my life for
example l want to work hard in school and all that l do , pass and make
my family very proud .l believe God and family come first so l always
Keep the values ,culture and norms l was taught in mind .l am the kind of
Person who fulfils her promises. Whenever someone trusts me with
something l always deliver with no failure maybe that’s why l was given my
name “Vimbai”.

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I am a very competitive person,l have faith in my abilities and there
is no second place in my book but if l do not succeed l never give
Up and l tackle my difficulties .l love my family and friends. l love helping
people because l believe that its better to give than to receive and that
If one gives away with all their heart God rewards accordingly so l am
beautiful in all aspects.
In a nutshell beauty is to overcome your bias against your body ,learn to
appreciate and love what you’re naturally created with!!!

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I Have Something To Tell You: DARYL CHIBANGE (Vote4Me-#EssayContest)

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Your strength is compressed inside you. You fail to express it because someone is physically stronger, criticizing you, doubts your capability or you think you are too weak. The secret is, their strength is nothing compared to your capacity to withstand great force and pressure. You are a female lion and it’s time to unleash the greatness inside of you and let your roar be head. Strength is not only achieved by talking rather by ignoring the discrimination and walking towards your goal. The deepest fear is not that you are inadequate, rather it is that we are powerful beyond measure. The difference between a pessimist and an optimist is that a pessimist sees the difficult in every opportunity while an optimist sees the opportunity in every difficult. Argue for your limitations and sure enough they are yours. Patrol the towns with your head soaring above like an eagle and don’t let the enemy pull you down. Obstacles are what make challenges interesting therefore when an enemy lands on your back trying to pull you down, fly higher, and there will be too much oxygen for them to handle. The price of success is hard work, dedication to the job at hand, and the determination that whether we win or lose, we have applied the best of ourselves to the task at hand. Let your silence speak for you. Too often people under estimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, all which have the potential to turn a life around. Unfortunately for them, and rather fortunately for you who possesses most of these attributes, you have the capability to prove them wrong. The world might be male dominated but you are there to provide the foundation of hope, justice, wisdom, grace, power and creativity. Life shrinks and expands in proportion to one’s courage. Proud, rich and handsome. Impossible features of a men without a woman. Your motherly impact is enough to build a thousand rich man. Your will to live as a woman is enough to prove your capacity. Where there’s a will there is a way. To find your way out of a dark cave, you look for the smallest ray of sunshine. Similarly look for the smallest ray of hope and you will light a thousand more for one candle is enough to spread light. How long will you suppress your talents and keep your dreams a secret? It is time to shout out to the whole world and show your presence. When the world throws challenges at you, don’t say why me, rather try me and hear me roar.


It is time to make the women independent in all aspects of live, be it mind, thoughts or decision making. It is time to bring equality in the social circle. It is quintessential to empower women so that our country can be a better place. Women giving birth to the babies meaning they shape the future of our country and child development. Instead of being treated as victims of male chauvinism, women need to be treated equally to men. The growing conscience is to accept women as individuals with the capability to make rational, educated and important decisions in families, societies and at large, the nation. Over the years women have shown and proven their ability to bring a new twist to the society and economy. They have proven and shown their greatness in many different ways. Why are we still trying to hold them back? Food for thought. Women empowerment should not only end with giving them opportunities to speak and share ideas, rather they should be taught some martial art skills for protecting themselves in cases such as domestic violence.

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It is time to bring an interesting plot twist to the story of the world. Instead of a male dominated world, we bring in the concept of gender equality. It is time for women to live their dreams. As a women, you have what it takes. Don’t dream it, be it!

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