Being a woman.....!

 Being a woman is a multifaceted experience that transcends the boundaries of language and definition. It is a role that embodies immense strength, resilience, and sacrifice. How would the world look without women? It's a daunting thought, one that underscores the vital contributions women make to our families, communities, and societies. She turns a bad day into the best day, bringing light and joy to those around them. It doesn’t matter how ugly the day may look, but when she walks in, the light shines. Even in the midst of sorrow and pain, she conceals her anguish and radiates a warm smile, selflessly prioritizing the needs of others above her own.

Being a woman means a multitude of things, concepts that not even a billion dictionaries can fully explain. To be a woman is to carry a heavy load on the back for life, a weight that is both physical and emotional. When a woman cries, understand that she has held back her tears for far too long, silently enduring the weight of her emotions until it has finally become too much to bear. In that moment, she's not just releasing tears, but surrendering to the overwhelming burdens she has carried in secret, and allowing herself to be vulnerable.

A woman experiences things that we men can’t endure, not even for a minute. She faces challenges that are unique to her gender, from the ordinary to the extraordinary . Her experiences are shaped by her biology, her culture, and her circumstances, making her journey unlike that of any man.

They are a kind of gender that always wait for a better tomorrow, even when there is no hope. Women ignore a lot that could make nations go to war, choosing instead to forge paths of peace and understanding. They are raped and defiled, but most of them keep quiet to prevent attacks from the world. Most of the insults are made from a woman’s privacy; they are punching bags for violent men, absorbing the blows of a cruel and heartless world. They are disrespected, despite the fact that they are mothers of nations, their value and worth often diminished by societal norms.

The nine months of pregnancy are the most horrifying days of women, suffering to give life to the next generations. Most of them don’t make it out of the maternity wards, their bodies pushed to the limits of human endurance. They take in the shamelessness of their children, Because of her gender, she's often held accountable for every misstep her child takes, yet when her child excels, she's frequently overlooked, and the praise is bestowed upon the man. This paradox is a reflection of the contradictions that women face, their value and worth often tied to their relationships with men.

A man would rather walk on burning lava than take on the responsibility of carrying a baby in the womb for nine months. He would rather live in hell than experience menstrual periods, the cramps, the pain, and the discomfort. A monthly reminder of the sacrifices that women make. Being a woman is a lifetime duty that has no holiday, no respite, and no reprieve. Being a woman is a sacrifice for others to smile, a selfless act of love and devotion that often goes unappreciated and unrewarded.

I write this article to appreciate all women; I may not experience what you all go through, but I watch and listen. I see your strength, your resilience, and your beauty. I see the way you carry yourselves with dignity and pride, even in the face of adversity. I see the way you love, the way you care, and the way you sacrifice for others. And I am in awe.

Thank you for taking on a duty that none of us men can do, even if it comes with a trillion dollars. Women are the true definition of strength, superhuman in every way. Being a woman, is being an island, a beacon of hope in a chaotic world. I dedicate this to all women, especially my two mothers, Ms. Tusiime and Ms. Namayanja. Thank you. To all my fellow men, take a moment to look at your wife and mother, and thank them. A genuine thank you is better than a thousand gifts, because being a woman means to carry the world.



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