The Lectern: For The Beautiful Woman

The lectern
“Hello fine fine people,
It’s a special month of red and are we in the mood to love it up! Chocolate wrapped in red shiny boxes, pink tees shaped like hearts, and edible underwear that taste like sin, literally. 😉
Business as usual, yes?
So I thought, until Walter Ude mounted The Lectern and commenced the deposition you will find below. As I read, it dawned on me that the smiles are not all painless on all those Instagram pictures of beautiful women. It dawned on me that what I thought was an advantage of the womenfolk, may not be so advantageous after all. And even more emphatically, I realized that like many men before and after me, I have known this for quite a while, but never really knew it.
And so, I will mark this LOVE-ly month of February by raising my fist in respect, for the woman. For the fragile amazon. The tough jellyfish. The pretty rose whose ripped thorns and scarred stem no one sees.
For the beautiful woman.”
– Chisom.

For The Beautiful Woman
For the beautiful woman(edited)

There are a number of friends I love to call (not ping, not text) so we can talk, like really just talk. Eketi Ette is one of them. We had one of such calls last month, and as usual, ma girl was fired up with good humour and gist, and before you could say ‘Here we go again’, we were bouncing from topic to topic. The wanton bedfellows known as NCC and MTN. The corruption-eroded fabric called Nigeria. Relationships. Marriage. Religion. Karma.

And finally, women.

To give you a great intro into what I’m about to talk about, here’s a screengrab from one of Eketi’s Facebook posts that I’d like you to marvel at:


Eketi's Screengrab

Are you astonished yet?

The male privilege is a recognized societal vice. It is that phenomenon that has thrived for centuries, since the inception of time, nurtured and pandered to by religion and culture. The male privilege cuts across race, tribe and nationality. It is the reason why the fragile male ego and dictionary terms like ‘manspreading’ are a thing. It is also probably one of the reasons feminism roared to life.

Yes, the male privilege is real and here to stay. And it has begat a lot of evils, like the entitlement of the average Nigerian man.

The evening I had the talk with Eketi, she took me on a tour over the inundation of sexual harassment she gets virtually, in the one place on the social media where all sins are committed away from the eyes of God and man – the inbox. All she had to do was be a woman, a beautiful woman. And the privacy of her inbox was alive with the entitlement of the Nigerian man.

There is the presumption that she is a woman just waiting to swoon into the arms of the first available suitor. No, not just any suitor; but this particular suitor who has just sent her a message for her to marry him because God gave him the epiphany that she is the one for him.

There is also the assertion that because of her strong Christian beliefs, she must be wife material. Not just any wife material (no, these things are never that simple), but the missionary wife material. You know, the kind where she is expected to journey with her husband to the far reaches of Gabon because she has the smile and soul to bring hope and Christ to the godless masses.

And then, there’s the examination of the man who wants her to prove that not all beautiful women are proud and full of themselves; all she has to do is get off her high horse and say yes to him.

The common denominator that these kinds of entitled men have is one thing: the ability to transform, once the woman says no, from Enrique Iglesias wannabes to rabid jackals, snarling and tearing at the woman, desperate to wound and shred her self esteem. Suddenly, she’s no longer the beautiful, God-fearing woman who his pastor foretold would be the love of his life. In her place is now the bitter, cold-hearted shrew who will shrivel up and die by her middle-aged years. She is no longer the one whose Facebook posts are so inspiring and whose beauty shone so much, it drew him to her, oh no. In her place is the one he indignantly lectures: “Do you know who I am? Where I come from, women are not allowed to look up, let alone talk anyhow.”

It is almost comical how rapidly the amour turns into an animal. And because I’m a man who does not know how it feels to be on the receiving end of such unwarranted, unbecoming attention, I laughed. My friend was talking to me about these rigours and I laughed. At some point in our conversation however, I stopped laughing. I’d made one glib remark: “This makes me wish I could become a woman for a few days just so I can know how it feels.” And she gravely replied, “Trust me, you don’t.”

For a long time, I’d always known about the suffrage of women (not in the political sense); I’d always been acquainted with it, but in an abstract way. The way the white man knows about racism, but doesn’t really understand its import. The way a heterosexual is aware of the persecution of the LGBT, but doesn’t quite grasp the travesty of it. I knew about the woman’s suffrage, and yet I didn’t.

But then, the social media gained more prominence and more women, especially locally, began to find their way to rostrums, upon which they gave voice to their convictions, and then I began to understand just how abusive the entitlement of man has been, how denigrating the society wired to the male circuit breaker has been to the woman.

“Trust me, you don’t,” she said to me, and went on to paint the pictures that should make me grateful I was created a man.

There was the depiction of the woman who can sweat her way to the utmost echelons of success, and still fall short because she doesn’t have a husband. She who is in a childless marriage, and gets pressured to answer a Sunday service altar call for barren women, when in fact her husband is the one with the fertility problem. She who is branded a hostile deviant from norm and tradition, simply because she chooses to preserve her individuality by keeping her maiden name or hyphenating it with her married name. She who, upon this, is drilled with suspicion and distrust, should she want to travel with her children, whose passports bear their father’s name and hers of course doesn’t. She who gets patronized when her status as a single mother is perceived, and exhortations for the provision of a new husband are given instead of encouragement for her to be the best mother she can be. She who is overlooked as a potential inheritor of her father’s wealth, chattel which is passed on to kinsmen in the absence of a male heir. She who suffers the malignancy of men and fellow women when she gets up on a dais to identify herself as a feminist.

She – that woman, who makes the stunning transformation from beauty to bitch simply because she said no to the entitled Nigerian man.

I didn’t need to walk a mile in this woman’s shoes. All I needed was to glimpse those small-sized stilettos that looked like they’d really pinch, and my journey continued, a journey I hope you reading folks will join me on.

The journey to comprehending the pain in the life of the beautiful woman.


Written by Walter Uchenna Ude.




Walter is an award winning Nigerian Writer, Poet and Veteran blogger. He is a lover of the written word, the faint whiff of nature, the flashing vista of movies, the warmth of companionship and the happy sound of laughter. He writes at




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7 replies added

  1. Noreen February 2, 2016 Reply

    You don’t necessarily have to be beautiful….just be a woman. I was a tomboy, played a lot of sports and was on low cut till my final years in the university and I heard nwii so I can’t even begin to imagine what it’s like for the girlie ladies.
    There are guys like in that screen grab who will give you more than 50 persistent calls a day (I’m being too modest by saying just 50) just to demand you tell them back that you love them…how they get one’s number, I don’t know. Some will stalk you! I felt so insulted by one who plainly told me I was lucky he was asking for my love cuz a lot of girls were scrambling over him. This last guy was such a torment, I almost shed tears asking God what I had done to deserve this.

    The craziest lot are on facebook though. You turn from the love of their lives to an ugly proud girl. Even when you declare you are married (when you are single and not even dating), they let you know the ‘spirit’ wasn’t leading you but they could ‘manage’ being your lover.

    God help women….and men too

    • Walter February 2, 2016 Reply

      Noreen, pardon me. My definition of beauty was not just the physical form of the woman. It’s more a ‘beauty in the eye of the beholder’ thing. The beholder being the entitled man.
      And I’d heard about the persistent call syndrome. The girl I heard it from, I thought she was kidding until she showed me her missed call list. About 75 missed calls in under an hour. I was stunned.

      • Noreen February 2, 2016 Reply

        I understand your ‘beauty’ perspective now. Oho! 75 calls! No be me talk am.

        I remember praying for my brothers not to ever get that point of insanity, ah swear.

        • Chisom February 6, 2016 Reply

          75? Wait, so such talk of this many calls is not fiction?! Wow! The moment one thinks one has started to grasp the heights of this madness, the more astounding revelations one discovers. I am shocked.

  2. Mbajunwa Cynthia February 2, 2016 Reply

    This is simply beautiful. So many truths in it. The male entitlement syndrome.. OMG!!! Make I no start to para… Thank you Walter.

    • Chisom February 6, 2016 Reply

      Nne, calm down. We all know how you get when the ‘para’ing starts.LOL. I join you in thanking Walter for this beautiful piece, my eyes open no be small.

  3. Oma February 3, 2016 Reply

    This is such a beautiful write-up. Well done bro *thumbs up”

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