FEMINISM. MARRIAGE.

Guys,

I’m so excited to say this,

So here goes,

I WANT A BABY.!

Now before you call me shallow and all sorts of names you could possibly think of, lemme also mention that I want to get married. Happily married. The kind that’s deep, affectionate, fond, tender, sweet, passionate. Yeah, I know you’re catching on coz* I’m already there 🙂

Before I forget,

Dear Future Husband, wherever you are, just to let you know, I’ve already planned our wedding and our honeymoon. It’s in Pamukkale. We need to see the beautiful waters of Istanbul run through the great terraces.

Thank me later.

Yours,

Wife.

I digress.

I want a husband. A baby. A family to be precise.

I am a feminist. Yes, you read that right. F-E-M-I-N-I-S-T. 
Just in case you’re wondering what a feminist looks like, look no farther. Or probably just look at Emma Watson. She’s more easily googlable 🙂

I am a feminist. A sober clearheaded feminist. Born and bred by profeminists. Raised in a profeminist environment. Nurtured by a God that loves the woman just as much as the man. So it scared me, immensely, to log onto Feminist Current for some inspiration and find;

’11 REASONS NOT TO GET MARRIED.’

I shook. Literally.

Top of the list of the 11 reasons read:- ‘marriage benefits men and not women’.

Now I’m not a research analyst nor am I a human behavioural expert, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that just because a study steers to a conclusion on human behaviour and human relations doesn’t make it ‘Gospel Truth’.

The author goes on and on on how marriage is the evil in society and she hits home with:- getting divorced is difficult and annoying. 

 I understand where she’s coming from, I’m sure you all do, heartbreaks are devastating to say the least. But just because the fire burns doesn’t mean we stop barbecuing. And in no way is marriage like fire. Its more like a garden. It keeps growing depending, of course, on several factors.

While I have no dispute with individuals who have chosen off the nuptial path, I see no connection whatsoever between feminism and ‘marriage-hate’. To go out and tag feminism as an anti-mariage or anti-family organization is a huge sham to the strong women’s liberal movement.

Genesis 2:22-24.

22 And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made He a woman, and brought her unto the man.

23 And Adam said, This is now one of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.

24 Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife.

King James Version (KJV)

FEMINISM.

The advocacy of women’s rights; seeking to establish equal opportunities for women and men.

One of the most beautiful concepts I know; seeking equity, not equality, because in a woman lies a certain logic, decisiveness, subtle strength, that the world needs. And in a man lies a certain courage, outward strength, hardwork, that the world needs.

Ah! Beautiful!

MOTHERHOOD.

The love.The joy. The worries. The scare. The pride. The beauty. The fear. The care. All that comes with nurturing a young one.

So much encapsulated in one word : motherhood.

If anything, motherhood and feminism go hand in hand. One can’t do without the other. A feminist will raise her daughter to respect herself, to believe in the value of her opinion, to be generous with her time, to have a strong work ethic and to have love:both for herself, and for others. A feminist will raise her son to be brave, to be respectful, to be a man of honour, to be polite,to be noble and to go after his dreams. 

So,

The next time a lady tells you she is a feminist, for Pitts sake, don’t go all ‘so you hate men’ on her. No.! Instead, understand that feminism was, is and will never be about men. Feminism is about HER.

 HER dreams.

 HER aspirations. 

HER ambition. 

HER hopes.

 HER goals.

 Fulfilling HER  God-given purpose.

And guess what, the longer you cage a wild bird, the more it yearns to fly out, into the unknown.

As women, we are like the wild bird. We have so much within us. And we want to dive into the vast world. And give it our best. Live like we’re meant to. 

That will never stop a lady from being a homemaker, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend. You name it.

You best believe that.

And to you our gentlemen, we love you. Greatly. We need you as much as you need us. That’s just the ecosystem. It calls out for balance. You mess with balance: you mess with the base that society is built on: family.


Peace and love,

Fauna.



































Advertisements

FEMINISM. MARRIAGE.

Guys,

I’m so excited to say this,

So here goes,

I WANT A BABY.!

Now before you call me shallow and all sorts of names you could possibly think of, lemme also mention that I want to get married. Happily married. The kind that’s deep, affectionate, fond, tender, sweet, passionate. Yeah, I know you’re catching on coz* I’m already there 🙂

Before I forget,

Dear Future Husband, wherever you are, just to let you know, I’ve already planned our wedding and our honeymoon. It’s in Pamukkale. We need to see the beautiful waters of Istanbul run through the great terraces.

Thank me later.

Yours,

Wife.

I digress.

I want a husband. A baby. A family to be precise.

I am a feminist. Yes, you read that right. 

F-E-M-I-N-I-S-T.

 Just in case you’re wondering what a feminist looks like, look no farther. Or probably just look at Emma Watson. She’s more easily googlable 🙂

I am a feminist. A sober clearheaded feminist. Born and bred by profeminists. Raised in a profeminist environment. Nurtured by a God that loves the woman just as much as the man. So it scared me, immensely, to log onto Feminist Current for some inspiration and find;

’11 REASONS NOT TO GET MARRIED.’

I shook. Literally.

Top of the list of the 11 reasons read:- ‘marriage benefits men and not women’.

Now I’m not a research analyst nor am I a human behavioural expert, but if there’s one thing I know, it’s that just because a study steers to a conclusion on human behaviour and human relations doesn’t make it ‘Gospel Truth’.

The author goes on and on on how marriage is the evil in society and she hits home with:- getting divorced is difficult and annoying. 

 I understand where she’s coming from, I’m sure you all do, heartbreaks are devastating to say the least. But just because the fire burns doesn’t mean you stop barbecuing. And in no way is marriage like fire. Its more like a garden. It keeps growing depending, of course, on several factors.

While I have no dispute with individuals who have chosen off the nuptial path, I see no connection whatsoever between feminism and ‘marriage-hate’. To go out and tag feminism as an anti-mariage or anti-family organization is a huge sham to the strong women’s liberal movement.

Genesis 2:22-24.

22 And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made He a woman, and brought her unto the man.

23 And Adam said, This is now one of my bones, and flesh of my flesh: she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man.

24 Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother, and shall cleave unto his wife.

King James Version (KJV)

FEMINISM.

The advocacy of women’s rights; seeking to establish equal opportunities for women and men.

One of the most beautiful concepts I know; seeking equity, not equality, because in a woman lies a certain logic, decisiveness, subtle strength, that the world needs. And in a man lies a certain courage, outward strength, hardwork, that the world needs.

Ah! Beautiful!

MOTHERHOOD.

The love.The joy. The worries. The scare. The pride. The beauty. The fear. The care. All that comes with nurturing a young one.

So much encapsulated in one word : motherhood.

If anything, motherhood and feminism go hand in hand. One can’t do without the other. A feminist will raise her daughter to respect herself, to believe in the value of her opinion, to be generous with her time, to have a strong work ethic and to have love:both for herself, and for others. A feminist will raise her son to be brave, to be respectful, to be a man of honour, to be polite,to be noble and to go after his dreams. 

So,

The next time a lady tells you she is a feminist, for Pitts sake, don’t go all ‘so you hate men’ on her. No.! Instead, understand that feminism was, is and will never be about men. Feminism is about HER.

 HER dreams.

 HER aspirations. 

HER ambition. 

HER hopes.

 HER goals.

 Fulfilling HER  God-given purpose.

And guess what, the longer you cage a wild bird, the more it yearns to fly out, into the unknown.

As women, we are like the wild bird. We have so much within us. And we want to dive into the vast world. And give it our best. Live like we’re meant to. 

That will never stop a lady from being a homemaker, a wife, a mother, a sister, a friend. You name it.

You best believe that.

And to you our gentlemen, we love you. Greatly. We need you as much as you need us. That’s just the ecosystem. It calls out for balance. You mess with balance: you mess with the base that society is built on: family.


Peace and love,

Fauna.



































TIMES. MOMENTS. SEASONS.

By far, one of the most amazing experiences I’ve had was to meet an old friend recently, at a local deli where I occasionally have my lunch. As common courtesy would have it, we exchanged contacts and promised to ring for coffee sooner or LATER 🙂 .It dazzles me how, the more ways there are for us to communicate, the harder it is to touch base with those we love. But this time, this time I was actually going to halla at her.

It took me a solid three weeks to step up and decide I was going to give her a call. To be honest, at the moment, I’m not sure that it was the urge to genuinely know how she was doing or the fact that cable has gotten so unvaried and dull. I mean seriously,  Alejandro always ends up with Camilla, so why do they keep showing this Mexican Phillipino soap operas? But more concerning, why do we keep  following every tiny bit of episode left?

Anyhow, I got on my cell, gave her a call, had a couple of laughs and made a date for the first Saturday of January, never mind that Saturdays have grown to be my stay-at-home brunch days. I was ready to forego that for a homegirl.

We met at Moca Loca Cafe. I kid you not, they have the best tandoori chicken pieces and the ambience. Totally breathtaking. Also, for all the hardline coffee lovers, I highly recommend the restaurant. It. Is. The. Bomb. Literally.(You can take time off to check out the link I’ve attached).https://g.co/kgs/xivggd  .We talked about careers, school, relationships, food and faith. Most insightful conversation I had had in a while.

That ordeal left me thinking deeply. About time. Moments. Seasons. Allow me to quote Dr.Seuss; a man whose mix of wisdom and playfulness intrigues my mind: “how did it get so late so soon?”  I believe that as he wrote this, he was at a point in time when he felt that his life was fading away. He felt that time had gotten past him. That it was late.

The human race, being the highest intellect being of all earthly creatures (and probably even the extraterrestrial beings), is a conservative species. Tied down to numerous traditional beliefs and orthodox ways. Indoctrinated into us by the universe; mother nature. Persuaded that life events are time-bound.

We have certain prepared conventional paths in life. Go to primary school, high school, ace college, get a great job, marry the one, get lovely kids and finally, off to retirement. Not forgetting that each of these has a certain set timeline; a deadline by which you should have gone through every stage. A little delay on these, say a middle aged woman not married, is a distress signal, to society and sadly, even to the individual.

As a devout christian, I subscribe largely to the Bible teachings. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8:”A time and season for everything. A time to be born. A time to die. To plant.To harvest. To weep. To laugh. To mourn. To dance.” But never is there a time limit, a zero hour, a crux, as to when one can achieve their dreams. Or start a business. Or even meet the one.

Who are we to judge ourselves and others based on a time-line? In the view of Gottfried Leibniz and Immanuel Kant, space and time do not exist in and of themselves, but rather are a product of the way we represent things, because we can know objects only as they appear to us. Time is only but an element of systematic mental framework necessitated for a planned and organized living.

Think about it, the Jewish calender, the Islamic calendar and the Chinese calendar all give us different numbers. Supposedly each year consisting of twelve divisions that were labelled ‘months’. Each consisting ‘weeks’. Who decided a month would have four weeks? Is Monday any different from Friday? Or have we labelled every moment of our lives based on tags placed on our days. Moody Monday. Happy Saturday. Allowing our lives to be governed by little clocks on the bottom right of our computer screens, on our phones and sticks moving on our wristwatch.

There’s no such thing as too late. There’s no time limit as to where you stop dreaming or stop living. Because we live in a vast limitless universe that is not time bound.I hope you make the best of it. I pray your dreams burn so bright that you can’t help but just live and proclaim them. I pray deep down that you live true to your timeline until your journey ends. And for those that believe in the faith, I pray you believe in your timeline eternally.

Peace and love.

Fauna.