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Womb Politics and Vaginal Governance

Can my reproductive system just catch a break!


Expecting couple


Batho! Bothata ba hau ke bofe! Hello single ladies, how are you? I'm fine and making slow progress. It's still progress!

Gather around quickly with your glasses of wine. My gosh, please allow me to be slightly dramatic! There's no drama though. I just thought that I should be dramatic (a little bit).

My young co-workers decided to discuss my uterus functions this morning. The conversation started like this, "When are you giving your daughter another sibling?" I was taken aback by this question. I responded, "When I have a husband." I added that if it happened within the next two years.

Can my reproductive system just catch a break!

My other co-worker stated that that's too far. She said, "Don't you have a boyfriend or someone who could just give you a baby?" OMG! That's all I could say. These young ladies were literally dictating what I should do with my womb.

I did then say that I have one 'man' with whom I would have a child. Genesis! I pointed out his flattering qualities as well as the fact that he has great genes. About ten years ago, I made a promise to myself that if I didn't find a husband, I would request for Genesis to sire my next child. I've never had this conversation with him. I'm not too sure about his reaction if he ever knew about this 'plot'.

And no, I didn't imagine us together. While he's on my 'ideals' list, I've outgrown him. It's been like what 16, 17 years since we left high school. Clearly, my taste (even at it's poorest) shows that Genesis and I are in different spheres. He's only ideal on paper and by the virtue that I have never vilified him. Perceptions assist in perfection.

Still, he has great genes! He is a beautiful specimen of a black man. I wouldn't mind my next offspring inheriting his facial features, good skin, and height. Plus his ancestors seem to be kind to him - he doesn't seem to fall under any sort of curse. You know those familiar spirits of poverty, destruction, and general bad luck. Genesis is successful in his field, he is outgoing and very likable. 

So with a portfolio like that why haven't I procreated with this fine male specimen? We go back to the fact that I hate my womb being dictated to. Plus I don't want any more children. Mainly due to the fact that I believe that children belong within the institution of a union. Marriage! This union incorporates an agreed premise of stability, unity, and legacy. I am not for baby mama culture. I also don't subscribe to having a flock of children out of wedlock. 

My young coworkers are still young. They are in the ideal phase. They dream of having many babies with that ideal man. And that's where they are coming from for me. They say that they love how I talk about my daughter. I speak with pride, and every time that I'm doing something for my child, they are moved. They just believe that I should have another child. The other lady is obsessed with twins. I offer a side-eye, because I'm not 'team-up-all-night-with-twins'. One baby at a time is enough. Again, if and when I decide to be broody, I will take my first and only choice - Genesis to sire my next offspring. Most of me hope that it doesn't have to get to that. 

I still have two years, let's wait and see...

Don't be seduced by the idea of things versus the reality of it...

...always pick reality....it's more sustainable!

Don't be seduced by the idea of things versus the reality of it.


Until the next time...

...click those heels, keep those nails on fleek, and those baby hairs sleek!

A prochaine fois...

P.S.: Always write your own love story!

Ciao!

Lady E


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