By Ogunlade Segun Festus 

Where are they? The Nigerian women I used to know are the ones that parade themselves with respect and a high sense of self-esteem.

Photo Credit: 54artistry- Story to Illustrate the Exposition
The Nigerian women I used to know are the ones that dress decently and moderately. They are the ones that wear clothes so as to cover their nakedness and not to expose their body for all to see. They are the ones that dress like decent women should. They wear clothes that bring out the beauty of womanhood, much to the admiration of their male counterparts. Not the  “dress to kill, ” “makeuponfleek” Instagram babes, but the ones that adore God for making them such a beautiful creature. They are not the ones that wear short dresses that they are not comfortable in all because they want to impress the menfolk, and have to use some piece of cloth to cover their laps while sitting down. They dress like a woman well-trained. 

The Nigerian women I used to know are the ones that preserve our traditional values of self-respect, hospitality and gentleness. They are the ones that behave like true African women-proud, intelligent, of impeccable dignity. They are the ones that embrace life with positivity, aspiring to change the society for the better with the power of womanhood.  

The Nigerian women I used to know are not the ones that make themselves the subject of cheap talk among menfolk. They are not the ones that are overly dependent on men around them for everything they need. Not the ones that have become like use-and-dispose tissue paper. They do not allow themselves to be overtaken by foreign culture of immorality and indecency. They are not the ones that make themselves “glorified prostitutes” because of money and other material things. 

The Nigerian women I now know are the ones that are the opposite of these women I used to know. These Nigerian women that I know are the ones that are bringing disrepute to womanhood by deviating from what womanhood truly is. These new sets of Nigerian women that I know are the “omo wobe” type. These new Nigerian women that I know have allowed themselves to be lost in the society where anything goes. I only wish these women I now know will be able to read this and retrace their steps backward towards becoming the type of Nigerian women I used to know

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