If the Joy after labor comes from the cry of the baby, how about those whose babies never get to cry? Not because they do not want to, but because they cannot. Because they are dead!
Today, I want us to take a minute or two to celebrate the women who through the pain, through the agony, through the trials and sometimes the shame still consider the thought of bringing forth, knowing that in them is the seed of change the world awaits.
Women who beheld their bundle of joy only but for twenty eight days, those whose rubies were snatched from them seconds after their birth and those who brought them forth stone cold.
Some of who still hear their babies cry beautifully, but aren’t able to stretch out their hands to hold them up, the ones who lost more than one , and the world didn’t hold back the stones of name calling. The ones who have been called witches in several languages.
Women who can still spare a smile, a kind word, and a warm welcome even when all they feel inside is turmoil. Women who silently inspire the younger generation with their strength.
We see you!
We know you!
We celebrate you!
Contributed By: Chisom Nwobodo