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It's A Ring not A Cape



You have nothing to prove
Not to yourself
Not to anyone
And most especially, not to any man

You are not a territory to be claimed
You are not a land to be divided and shared
You are not an inheritance to be inherited
You are not a conquest to be won
You  are not a match to be fixed

This notion that a woman needs a man to be complete or accomplished should be turned into a crime against humanity.

Matrimony is not a badge of honor every lady must put on to be respected and acknowledged.

The married woman isn't smarter than the single woman!
The married woman isn't more beautiful than the single woman!
The married woman isn't more respectful or accomplished than the single woman!
The married woman isn't more complete than the single woman!

Marriage is not a super power, neither is it a degree.
It's a ring not a cape!

Marriage is a choice and like all choices, there is always a room to change your mind even after making the choice.

Stop believing in the institution but instead believe in the substance.

Sadly, the major culprits of this sham, this delusion, this spectacle, is the woman.

It is the woman who would shame her fellow woman for not being married.
It is the woman who would shame her fellow woman for being a single mum.
It is this same woman who would shame another woman for not having children.

The woman will judge and execute her fellow woman simply because she got married first and by right, has acquired godlike attributes over the single woman.

It's a ring not a cape.

What a disease!

Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur

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