THERE’S MORE TO LIFE THAN YOUR BIOLOGICAL CLOCK
Earlier today a writer, Chidindu Mmadu-Okoli, bewailed the strong focus of women on the biological clock and it created an upsurge of thoughts in me. Would I be wrong to say that we are the cause of our being objectified as ‘things’ befitting only for child bearing and cooking meals?
The biological clock is simply the body’s way of registering time. We feel this when we undergo puberty, have the need to birth a child, , sleeping, waking up, child bearing itself and even eating. However, it is sad that women have swept all the components of this clock under the carpet and deciding to hold on to marrying and child bearing. Then all of a sudden the ticking clock stops and there is an obituary post with the inscription ‘Called home to glory.’
Is this what we were really made for? Could this be why our men come back home and find nothing to urge them on because their God given help-mate has no help to render and the only thought she constantly has is about the biological clock.
What happens to the impact clock, the value clock or the spiritual clock? What value do you add to everywhere you find yourself? In church, at home, at work, your community, circle of friends, state or even country?
A seasoned woman is spicy. She has been marinated in life experiences. Like a complex wine, she can be alternately sweet, tart, sparkling, mellow. She is both maternal and playful. Assured, alluring, and resourceful. She is less likely to have an agenda than a young woman-no biological clock tick-tocking beside her lover’s bed, no campaign to lead him to the altar, no rescue fantasies. The seasoned woman knows who she is. She could be any one of us, as long a she is committed to living fully and passionately in the second half of her life, despite failures and false starts.
A young man had said earlier “I am yet to see a woman who worn an Oscar by being pretty and having a billion kids.” No woman has ever been at the helms of affairs solely because she cooks the best bean pudding or vegetable soup. It is not a hate speech but an awakening call for women to rise to own their game. To create legacies that will make the generation coming after you walk in your shadows. Love it or not, there is a revolution going on and men no longer want baby-making machines. What is needed at this point in time are help-mates to influence lives, systems and the future.
A time will come when you might be too frail to impact, to add value or even raise a finger. Are you not worried that the time on those clocks are fast-ticking away too?
If you are then, it might just be a good time to stop existing and start living.