I Am She

I Am She.

A pinch and a punch for the new month. March is one of my favourite months of the year, mainly because things really start moving. March is also Women's month, to be specific, Black Women's Month.

And as a black woman, I have a strong sense to make my mark on the world and be empowered. And as a young woman I have women who inspire me to move towards my ambitions.

I aim to be an inspiration, role model(although a burden to carry), to other women and once empowered; I can also empower other women.

So which black women inspire me? Not taking anything away from them, the most important women in my life, the women in my family. My gran(epitomises Madea - the wisdom of course), my late mother who epitomised grace and class, my older sister, my babakazi (tete), a hardworking and prayerful woman, my many crazy-beautiful sisters, aunts and my sisters-in-law.

They are the grassroots of who I am, they continue to mould me and constantly remind me of who I am. Yes, every woman's inspiration should begin at home.

But those who know me, know that I am a woman of great ambition, with so much drive and passion, so it is the obvious case that there are great women of influence who inspire me for different reasons.

From the top, Maya Angelou, she is my 'I Am She'. Poet, writer and human rights activist. The woman's poetry is thought provoking and inspiring, I get goose bumps. She is the epitome of black women. Strong, intelligent, wise and graceful. I want to be the African Maya Angelou.

Then there is, Oprah Winfrey. The name says it all. Beauty out of ashes. Her life story gave weight to her talk show. She is proof that you can be black and rich, even better, a rich, influential black woman.

*Clearing throat*,The First Lady of the US of A, Michelle Obama. The woman brought sexy back to politics. She is stylish, intelligent and she must have an amazing X-factor as an ebony sister, to be a wife to a latte man(no pun intended). She is very much out there. Not intimidated by her husband's political status, but very much involved. Now that's a real woman.

Then the vivacious, Mrs Carter a.k.a Beyoncé. The woman is a threat. I can see she has taken notes from her husband's handbook. The woman works hard. An Icon at 30!(in Zim, you only get recognition after 40,truth.) She's always inspired me to get there, right there, at the top of the world. I want to leave a huge, capital letter 'E', that marks 'I Was Here',(I love that song),on this world.

Another woman with star power is the in-your-face Mizz Kimora Lee Simmons. For me, she is me. A working mother, with an empire and an out there personality. And I so relate to her story of being the outcast, odd-one-out, but then again extraordinary people should always standout.

And not of the least, from the continent, the motherland, there is the Queen of Nollywood, Genevieve Nnaji and the Queen of media, Bonang Matheba. These two women are my African dream.

When you see me working, you know where I want to get to, and maybe you will find traits of all the above in me. Then you will understand the term, 'I Am She'. Be inspired, and inspire. Dream big and never give up.

Happy Black Women's Month. Happy Friday.

P.S: Always write your own love story.

'Every woman is I Am She'- Eloya Somaine

Ciao!

Lady E

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