World With Worldpulse

I woke up this morning, stretched my hands and legs, hissed again and again thinking.... why did the day break again?, I think we should just sleep and forget the sorrows. My world is different from yours, my world is not the same as everybody. It is the world no one prays for, not a woman's prayers though.

Born in Nigeria years back but I cannot really place how I selected my destiny but with a little advise and counseling, I know I selected a good destiny but was born in a World where i cannot live out the destiny. Like every woman in Africa, i dream of a good life, good home, good husband and good children, women are trained to believe that their world revolve around husband, children and nothing else.

But the dream was aborted.

My dream never came to pass

And everyone felt I was different, strange and not a complete woman

With the introduction to one active pulsewire member, I became a new woman, who not only thought about the childlessness, the bareness and the loneliness but a new world where I can speak and be heard, where I can make friend, where even when I drink water, i will be satisfied that there is another reason for being alive again. I can now have a new world where no one will ask the number of my children or how I came to this world leaving my womb behind in the world beyond.

What will be the future of a woman without husband, children, shelter, job? Not a future in Africa, may be in other developed countries but with a new awakening, I believe that I will rise again and this time with other women like me. I want our voice to resonate, we never created ourselves, we never choose a destiny of childlessness but the world refused to accept the fact that no sane woman will suck her own eggs.
I love children, they are like beautiful flowers in a garden, how come I never had one? How come no one believe that I never choose to be alone in this strange world? How come everyone thought fleeing from me is the best.

May be this is a new world, may be I can be a woman like every other woman again, may be I can have a new lease of life, May be someone can wipe this tear rolling down again.
May be..