Accelerating the journey of women into power
The children came, many nights of wailing, and their mother went to them, suckled them, sang to them, watched them crawl and take the first steps. All of this development was dutifully relayed to me as I happily took them in, carried the babies only to hand them back to their mother. My job was to provide shelter and food. Hers was to bear children, watch over them, and look after me. If the children were sick, I took her and them to see the doctor, often left them there to go to work, so that I may continue to provide. A child crying at night was her duty. Hush baby don’t cry, little angels will come to look after you, singing, suckling, comforting, carrying, watching as they grew. Only successes were reported to me.
If I was sick, it was her duty to see that I was comfortable. If I had to see the doctor, she’ll be there, even if sometimes the doctor would not allow her into the consultation room. But would, thereafter, instruct her on what to do to speed up my recovery.
If any of the children were hospitalised, she would spend all day and night at the hospital, darting off intermittently to make sure all is well for me at the home front. Interviews with headmasters and Principals were mainly attended by her (sometimes I went) but not always as the army of children in the house, her own and those of relatives, (sometimes as many as 30) marched on in the relentless journey of life. If anyone was sick and stayed several days or overnight in the hospital, Mummy stayed with them. It never crossed my mind that maybe we should take turns – one night for her, next night for me in the hospital.
About 15 years ago I developed heart problems, followed by prostate problems and a host of other problems. The left ventricle of my heart was not working well – it could not pump all the blood out of my heart. The doctors prepared to operate. They were going to replace the ventricle with an artificial one. I had been everywhere, Mayo Clinic, Harvard Medical, The Heart Specialist in London and Papworth, etc. Through it all, Mummy was there: supporting, praying, and helping. I expected all she did and felt entitled that she would do all of this.
As I was bounced from one doctor to another. She jumped with me. Finally came the day of the operation. The pre-operation last talk had been held the night before. I had been shaved as appropriate. The surgeon had come at about 8:00 pm that night to tell me the operation would be at 10:00 am the following day. Mummy had listened to all of this and had continued to pray. At about 9:30 pm that night, I got out of bed, dressed up, and left the hospital. I never had the operation. Weeks later I was examined by the leading heart doctor at Papworth. He said he could not find anything wrong with my heart, no ventricular problem. That heart has been beating and I am now 80.
But then, a few years ago, Mummy became ill and I too was getting increasingly frail. But I now had to look after her as best as I could. It was in doing this and caring for her that I realised how extremely difficult it is to look after another person with love and care. I then started to appreciate all that Mummy did for me as I stumbled and tried to give her the best care I could. I sat through all her consultations, sorted out her drugs, massaged the various cricks and painful muscles.
It gave me an immense appreciation for the colossus that women have been to men. She not only looked after me but everyone else in my household. I now began to wonder at the incredible gift of womanhood. It took me all of 80 years to truly appreciate it. I enjoyed all this munificent love, care, attention without a squeak from Mummy.
I then extrapolated. If this is what comes naturally from a woman then why is she not in politics? Why do women with all this inherent good not be political agents able to transfer that inherent goodness and empathy to political institutions and the polity?
All women are not like her, but most are like her. We would have been better off if SHE was in politics. Most are built with that inherent goodness in them, and we would ALL be better off if organisations, governments, and politics had more of them contributing.
It’s really not that difficult to achieve, it just takes the will to deliver reform. A simple requirement that at any one time, half of Nigeria’s Ministers, Governors, Commissioners National Assembly, and State Assembly members and Local Government Chairman be women. Political parties should adopt the same principles. If the Senate President is a man, the speaker must be a woman. If the President a man, the Vice President a woman. At each election, it reverses.
To be continued tomorrow.
Dr. Cole is Nigeria’s former Ambassador to Brazil.
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