The day’s dead before my mind awakened me to a golden daylight, Perhaps some evil spirits had captured the heart of my thoughts, Or conspired with the soul of my mind, luring me towards the dens of dementia, Despite the spells of these mind-wreckers, yesterday marked International Women’s Day.

May my posthumous adorations adorn our precious breeders, tutors, nurturers – all. Who brings calm to a world so often noisy with manly boisterousness, You are the flowers every culture cherishes, the shade every home desires, Though some may cast toxic boulders and emotions when all eyes are asleep.

Our banquet is never enough, our bouquets never large enough, our laurels never bright enough, To honour your vast contributions and achievements, numbers tire of listing them, A world without you is a lesser world, a dead world, a cruel world, a blind world, One day is insufficient to honour your crowns, your sceptres, your thrones.

Every minute calls for praise to womanhood; every moment an honour to these soft beings – The so-called weaker vessels, rescuing a foundering world from manly rigidity and prejudice.