In Africa, a woman is expected to let off steam in several ways; she could pour out her frustrations at her husband's unfaithfulness by becoming an active member of one religous organization or the other, she could bear more children to assert her usefulness in that home or she could simply act like the old woman who lived in a shoe (remember the nursery rhyme?) the tale goes thus: this old woman had so many children and she couldn't handle them so, she gave them a less than nutritous dinner and as a last resort, she beat them all soundly and sent them to bed.
For the single African woman who is feeling sorry for herself due to her determination to stay on the shelf,she has little or no outlet to express her deepest emotions. So, apart from seeing a shrink (which is highly un-African),she is left with the singular choice of of blogging inspite of any shortcoming she might experience as she explores that space.
I love blogging. I just discovered that i am a 'certified' blogger . In the roll call of world bloggers, my name will be mentioned.This feat has been made possible by the mere fact that i am a member of the world pulse community. I may never have tried it if i was not part of this community but Alas, the story is not all exciting especially when i have to consider my pocket. If i chance upon a genie, i will be sure to ask for a lap-top and twenty four hour intenet connection. It would help me tremendously in my media career and it will help me research more on issues that i would like to express as i intend to inspire women and other vulnerable groups in future through the Arts.
In the meantime, while i wait for my good fortune, i will have to continue going to the cyber cafe because i just cannot stop connecting