The rise and fall of the majesty of a woman’s breast!
Allow me to be brutally honest with my views and rather explicit in this article as I reflect on the beauty, glamour, fame, an incomparable nurturing nature of the female breasts (matiti or nyonyo in Kiswahili or amabere in Kihaya) and the agony of these majestic organs.
The erased memory of our "babyhood" is how we got our daily bread from our mother's breasts, sometimes overly indulging and playing with breast milk in our mouths, twiddling our mother's nipples and wasting milk just because we could. When we threw tantrums, the breast had a calming effect, if not a way to keep our mouths busy with anything else other than being a nuisance. We found a lot of comfort laying on our mother's breasts. Not that I remember exactly how all this felt but I see it in children today and I can tell, while they are on their mother's breasts, they are in cloud 9.
Fast forward, as our sisters, friends and cousins grow up, their breasts pop out almost out of nowhere in the teens, they rise slowly like a sun and just like the sun at midday, they protrude with no regard to the force of gravity. At this stage we actually call them "saa sita" i.e. 12 noon. Here guys start noticing them and are eager to go explore the burning heat of the sun at noon.
In the youthful and adult age, the breasts bring pleasure to both men and women. However, for women, the pleasure depends on the artistic and gentleness of the lucky chosen man. For those men who chose to drink female breasts like soup directly from a bowl with both hands and without a spoon or fighting with them like nyama choma on the bone, the treasures will not be unlocked. But for the gentle and skillful, the rewards are immense for both.
Just like the way we have people of different heights and size, so are the breasts, you will hear guys, in a very East African way saying, "ME I" like them big, small etc., as if they belong to them. Some women are confident and some insecure about the size of their breasts. Some are cognizant and grateful of the sacrifice their breasts made to nurture life and provide comfort when the breasts can no longer oppose the force of gravity and need maximum support.
The significance of women breasts to the existence of human species is beyond comprehension. How God orchestrated the existence of a woman's breast, the milk, the softness, the comforting and nurturing spirit in them is just magnificent.
But, the woman's breast, with all its majesty has been and is still under great threat from cancer cells. It is quite ridiculous how these cells can override and appear to downplay the majestic role of a woman's breast. Sadly, women diagnosed with breast cancer at an early stage are advised to immediately have the breast CUT OFF (surgically of course) as the best option. The BEST? Really? I know there's a scientific explanation behind it, but really?
How do we allow for the breasts to be cut off, put aside, be put to rest away from the rightful owner to be left with a flat chest on one side or both? Is it only because of cancer cells? What do the doctors do with the cut breasts anyway? (I am not looking for an answer to this). Where is my breast now? A friend of mine told me she asked her Doctor after surgery. Besides this ordeal, chemotherapy awaits.
If as a human species we have been to the moon and back, with sophisticated weapons to destory humanity, someone explain to me what is it with this cancer cells that we have not been able to figure out?
Breast cancer awareness is crucial, but I would like to have more awareness on how to keep these monster cells out of women breasts. Like being able to kill them cancer cells at a far distance.
Women in their strong nature, continue to silently battle these monster cells. I salute and have reverence for all victims of breast cancer. I pray for their comfort, healing and that their experience with breast cancer was and is not in vain. Receive all the healing I can give, if I have any in me.
I am hoping there's one and many scientists deserving a standing ovation with sounds of huge African Drums "Ngoma" beating for being brave enough, not go to the moon or develop the latest weapon of mass destruction, but to protect the women from breast cancer, face the breast cancer cells head on, and find victory.
Scientists, "me I" love breasts, even if you don't, please do me a favour, for the reverence of our mothers and the creator, preserve the honour of the breasts of our mothers, sisters and girls.
