The Woman of my Tribe - By Jolade

H ave you met a woman from my tribe?

She is that one who has guts to go for what she wants and gets it. This particular woman has no place for mediocrity and refuses to wear a label. She has a spring to her steps and fire in her belly with all the ginger and swagger of the queen that she is.

This woman from my tribe is classy and sassy, she knows she is the IT and is not afraid to flaunt it. This one has no age barriers, she could be 16, 25, 38 or even 70! A queen is a queen regardless.

This babe from my tribe is unshackled from what ya’ll expect from the woman in your society. She is not defined by the template you laid down for her. She is audacious, she has balls yet she is all woman and down to earth sexy.

She swears like a sailor and prays like a saint, come on! She lives by her own rules. Your society’s pressures does not get to this one, heck! She is not even listening. She shuns the rules of your society and all the clichés that makes your women tremble.

Her voice is heard in the streets and she cannot be silenced. She basks in self acceptance and knows you don’t qualify to judge her. She is clothed in strength and wrapped in dignity that which is not bestowed on her by your society.

This woman from my tribe comes in various shapes and sizes, beautiful whichever way you look at her. She rocks her skin without shame, her bosom decked with jewels of her choosing, her waist and swaying hips a delight to watch as she moves gracefully to the rhythm.

No, she doesn’t care to fit into the spectrum of beauty you created for the women of your society. Here is a goddess rest assured in her own beauty and allures.

The works of her hands speak to her greatness, neither sloppiness nor laziness is tolerated where this woman of my tribe is concerned. She is dignified in labour and money is her friend. Oh yes! She could be the woman who sold you your last corn meal or that boss lady always in stilettos, it really doesn’t matter.

She knows her life is hers to build, she doesn’t play victim neither is she powerless. Her decisions are solely hers and she takes responsibility.

This woman could be soft and gentle or as fierce as a storm, yet she has full control of her emotions which she expresses freely. She loves deep and passionately, giving her all to those she loves.

Damn! What a woman.

I asked a question earlier, have you met a woman from my tribe? I would put a name to her but she doesn’t wear a label nor care for titles, but somehow, i know you have met one.

Next time you see a woman from my tribe remember to tell her I said HELLO!

Jolade is a wannabe writer who really thinks she should be a pasta chef. She is an avid day dreamer with a big mansion she resides in her head. With this one, you should expect the unexpected. She happens to like music and a great conversationalist

Related Posts

sylvester, happy new year, sparkling wine

Cheers to 2025

Every New Year holds promise, as though it is any different from the turn of

Abstract illustration of a person inside a repeating loop.

FIGHTING ADDICTION

I once spent an entire Saturday preparing to write a business plan. I did not

THE MIND IS A BATTLEFIELD

There is a particular kind of madness that visits a man stuck in traffic on the Third Mainland Bridge at half past six in the evening. I remember one such evening clearly. The cars were not moving. The okada men had long given up weaving between them and were now just leaning on their bikes, chatting. And somewhere between Adeniji and Oworonshoki, my mind decided to open a courtroom.

Central portrait of a solemn man in a patterned shirt, with a passport office money transaction to the left and a street protest to the right, framed by ornate border.

THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

I once sat in a gathering of otherwise reasonable, educated Nigerians, the kind of room where everyone has an opinion and every opinion is delivered with total conviction, and listened to a full hour of righteous fury about the state of the country. The politicians were thieves. The system was broken. Nobody in government cared about the common man. Heads nodded. Glasses were raised. It was, by every measure, an excellent vilification session, and I nodded along with the rest of them, because every word of it was true.

Sunset savanna with a cluster of green stalks and a vast root system spreading in red soil, beside a carved stone pillar with symbols and the motto “Patience. Rooted. Strength. Rising.”

LATE BLOOMER

I remember scrolling through one of those glossy “Forbes 30 Under 30” style lists one quiet night, the kind of night when you are not really looking for trouble but find it anyway. Photograph after photograph of confident young faces, each caption more impressive than the last. Founded a company at twenty two. Sold it at twenty six. Sat on a panel by twenty eight.

The Law of wasted efforts

There is a statistic that should discourage any lion from ever hunting again. Three out of every four times a lion charges after prey, it fails. Twenty five percent success. Seventy five percent waste. If a man ran a business on those numbers, his accountant would resign quietly, his investors would call an emergency meeting, and his mother would move from praying for his success to praying for his sense.

The Full Cup

There is a woman I know, call her Adaeze, who loves her husband the way a well-tended fire loves the wood it is given: completely, warmly, without……

Facebook
Twitter
LinkedIn

9 thoughts on “The Woman of my Tribe”

  1. Nicely written, impeccably articulated.

    I’m in love with this woman already.
    I am a woman from that tribe in fact.

    Thanks jolade for this reminder, that this woman isnt a social construct, but she can well be wtf she decides to be so long it aligns with her purpose.

    Great job.

  2. Yes! To answer your question. I proudly identify as a woman of ‘my’ Tribe. Living my life without apologies. The goal is peace. Lovely write up Jolade.

Leave a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Related Posts

sylvester, happy new year, sparkling wine
Life Lessons from Stories

Cheers to 2025

Every New Year holds promise, as though it is any different from the turn of every new day that we witness every 24hours. If the

Read More »
Abstract illustration of a person inside a repeating loop.
Life Lessons from Stories

FIGHTING ADDICTION

I once spent an entire Saturday preparing to write a business plan. I did not write the business plan. I reorganised my desk, first. Then

Read More »

Discover more from Akin Akingbogun

Subscribe to get the latest posts sent to your email.

error: Content is protected !!

Discover more from Akin Akingbogun

Subscribe now to keep reading and get access to the full archive.

Continue reading

Contact Us

Just write down some details about you and we will get back to you in a jiffy!