You see my gender? I de see reasons to give up on una.
So, short story…
Okay, it might be long sha, but stay with me.
A friend invited me to speak to Kingdom sisters about everything everything: lifestyle, God, relationship, politics, business, relationship, career, and relationship . It was a dope session and a really relaxing time to spend with kingdom minded young ladies.
Well, until one of the speakers decided to go MC Oluomo on me.
While I was speaking, I made references of how I want to be married to a man who knows his ways around the kitchen. I went further to say that, not just boiling water or egg, but a man who can make a proper meal for us (and the children). Prior to this point, I had shared how cooking was my most favorite house chores and that I would instead pay someone to do the major chores, especially when the kids start coming. My rationale was that I would rather spend my time bonding with my family: with hubby – talking about anything and everything and the children, helping with their home works and play time, etc.
I shared that paying someone won’t mean I won’t get the children involved in household activities. In fact, all of them MUST learn how to “cleanup” after themselves. If they are too young to wash their clothes, they will at least take their clothes to the laundry room. They will learn to pick up their dirty clothes from the floor and take their plates to the kitchen after eating and everything a child should be taught to do – especially my boys. God forbid that I raise a man who will belabor his wife.
These were my takes, and I was cautious enough to say that was a blueprint I wanted to model after. But this particular aunty won’t have it.
When it got to her turn to speak, she totally left her topic, decided to hide under “the spirit is one”, and totally spent her time dismantling everything I said. She was subtle, oh, she really tried to be subtle by using “some women”, “most women”…but it was very clear she was referring to me. Other speakers had not said anything close to her references.
Unfortunately for her, it got to Q&A period, and someone directed a question at me. I used that opportunity to be more explicit, since the question was specifically about the table that was already being shaken. Unlike the other aunty who was not bold enough too mention my name in her subs, I clearly called her name, and that was were yam pepper scatter scatter.
Aunty totally lost it. She said I was one of those women that were disrupting the order of things, that we should allow men be men and women be women. She asked how I would even think my husband should be cooking for me, and what kind of family do I want to raise? And if I thought it was right for my children to see their father cooking. It became so embarrassing and shocking at the same time, even the host could not bring sanity to the house.
What happened afterwards?
Your guess is as good as mine.
I’ll continue tomorrow.
