Last Sunday, in the middle of my Pilates class, surrounded by women of all ages, I was overcome by a knee-weakling sense of homecoming and belongingness. It was as if my search for who I am has finally come to its final resting place.
I felt connected to each and every lady in the studio as we pump our legs in the air, balance on our bums, and do the various curls and flexes. Their faces glow with the same fierce determination as mine as we fight to keep several of our body parts lifted in the air for as long as we can.
Maybe that is a small, small part of how man in army feel- the kind of bonding that only comes because everyone is fighting to better oneself.
But, back to the core of my telling, what I really want to expound on (for now) is how great women are. March is the month to celebrate this wonderful creation of God, known simply as Woman.
To the mothers out there, and the mothers-to-be, you ladies deserve to be pampered every minute, to be worshiped everywhere for not only bring a child to labour, but also to nourish and nurture them till they are people of their own rights.
To the rest of my sisters out there, for the support you have shown your fellow sisters in times of need, for your courage to face each day optimistic, for your kindness, gentleness, goodness to people less fortunate than you.
I bow to your strength.
May you always remember your worth, your dignity and the courage innate in you.
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