Nine – So what now?
Climbing the ant hill
Finding My Calling
My education remains an enigma. My GM tells me I am bright, having taught myself to read, write, and spell in English (more or less). I don’t mind practicing my writing. But she says I am stubborn and I refuse to learn basic math. However, I am always looking to try new things. I knew I was given a special opportunity to help those like myself. I started talking to people and meeting people from organizations with the same goals as myself. I volunteered to help them with their fundraisers and events. I sewed gowns to host in on the red carpet and friends assisted me with make-up and hair. My mission of helping African women like myself suddenly gained a voice that could be heard.
Inner thoughts: The rain was falling on me and I was crying for the girl inside me. I am trying to be the best I can be because I know I can. I want to talk about women’s rights and my place in society without ignoring being a slave. When I cried out with a mother’s grief, no one heard me Jesus. I did as much work as a man being a woman. And they say a woman’s place is in the home. Women were overworked and underpaid in factories and other work places because they were denied legal and social right sanctions. In education, marriage, in religion, everything disappointed a lot of women. We have to rely on ourselves for protection against the sexual attacks. As a black woman they say you have to be submissive, the main differences in the sex roles. But now in these days, motherhood is seen differently. In the community I come from is the other kind of life. I am not a warrior. I am a survivor and a leader and I want to contribute to my society. I want my voice to be heard. With torn and bleeding heart I smile. We always masked our thoughts and personalities in order to protect our parts and valueless lives. Being a victim of so many things all you want is just to escape from yourself. Black women are powerless. I want to right the wrongs done to them. A woman’s life is hard in its own way. I need you to stand by me.
Ten- Creating a voice for others
The Land of Opportunity
Rising Star and Entrepreneur
While I still work to pay my bills by helping other families in any way they need, I have started my own blog and website. I don’t want what happened to me to happen to others. My GA is highly supportive and helps in any way she can. I have found people to help me develop projects and articles related to those children and women still in the shadows of Africa. From my blog, I am sought out to host conferences in Washington, D.C., NYC, and the UN. I will achieve my goals so my African sisters can and will survive during the slow process of cultural change.
Epilogue – the present moment
Time to say good-bye
The plush, luxurious red carpet has been rolled up and the guests have gone on to their parties. I am so glad to remove my platform shoes and come back down to earth. I have blown my last kiss into the lens of the videographer.
I am not afraid any longer. I am understanding more and more why God has lead me to this path. They thought they could chain me forever. I am free of their chains; the little girl from a rural village in Africa.
The festivities are over. The footage hopefully captured. We will spend tonight editing it to put it on the website tomorrow. The famous actress from Nigerian was gracious and allowed me to interview her.
They tried to take away all my things. They tried to “cleanse me.” However, there are things no one can take away from a person – their dignity, their self-respect, and their faith.
Although the pageant is over, the fight continues for freedom: freedom to be whom you want to be, freedom to be the shepherd of your own life, freedom from abuse and fear, freedom to be human beings and not property, freedom to live, freedom to change the world even if it means starting over in a totally unfamiliar country.
I will sleep well tonight. I am a survivor. I have a voice that will be heard. I have a voice that will not be silenced.