Role models can be great. They provide wisdom for how to get where we’d like to be.
Take care, though.
In our eagerness, we risk blindness and deafness to how sometimes they’re better examples of what not to do. Of the ones we love, those who are closest to us, their familiarity can feel like normalcy.
The amazing poem posted by afroliz of Zimbabwe that follows illustrates what I’m trying to say.
I believe we must all continually work to be our own best role models. Let us be lighthearted in working toward that goal. Let us be as serious as happiness when it comes to understanding which role models we might already have unwittingly chosen.
In these places where women come to die
My mother’s words take turns to hit my ears:
“When you find a man, carve a home beneath his pride and
learn to make homes from nothing.”
Then I screamed: Mother this is not my home!
This is not a home!
It carries the weight of a man’s pride
the same way corpses carry the weight of tombstones
Mother did not listen.
She too found a home
In these places where nothing remains
but a swam of men urinating on the flame of our souls
She said: that is how we make homes out of nothing
By carrying the weight of a man’s pride
© Elizabeth Semende