Woman❗.... That's You.

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 The rooster crows at five in the morning but she is up by quarter to. Praises to God first, of course, followed by the three minute rule to help her blood flow because today her arteries and veins will work overtime to make sure her revolving world does not crash on its axis. Deep breath in. Now exhale. Her feet now touch the floor, oiled and revving, bracing firmly as she pleads the Lord to go before her because she knows that the challenges loom, even lurk as they continually play hide and seek with her soul. No fun in this game for Hope.

This woman called Hope starts off with the broom and cleanses her home, room by room, of the dirt and chaos of the day before. A fresh start, a new day. Clean. Sprays air freshener, serene. Hope then proceeds to the kitchen to start on breakfast for the ones she loves. Dishes are then washed, previous ones stowed away, stove top now shining, lunch bags packed, garbage put out. And go. Rev! Onward she trots , for the bathroom needs shining, the napkins need replacing,the beds needs fixing, the clothes need soaking and her plants need watering. Coffee she now drinks sitting in the shower of the morning's dawn and it is just seven a.m. Go, Hope, Go!

And so the rest of her day goes. Labour and Labour and Labour. Hope splits her determination and resilience into a thousand fragments in order to cater to the demands of her being a phenomenal woman, of her being the safety that allows everyone to fall. Who catches her? Who?Now her students are waiting, they have to learn, her children are craving, they need her love, her husband is pleading, he cashes in too, her family is anxious, waiting in earnest for their daily dose of upliftment,  all springing from Hope. 

The next time she sits is at night, and still the clock showers no mercy. Her wheels just keep on turning, spinning. Another day has passed and all she can do is look in anticipation to tomorrow. She knows that she provides the glue,  the bond that chains the framework of the lives entrusted to her care. Hope springs forth, phenomenal woman. She is majestic, strong, courageous, downright a reckoning force of fortitude. In Hope, most women exist. In Hope, most women live. Hope, such a daring, powerful woman.....yes that's you.

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