March 08th, 2018

Important: This text was originally written in french and automatilly translated in english. Some translation errors may occur.

March 8, International Women’s Day. My word today is a bearer of homage, of love, of charm, of all that flows with beauty, to that beautiful Being descending from the first Goddess. Eve, according to some cultures, but as we have to go further than the plagiarists, the original documents say Isis. Truce of Egyptology. I have gone farther than the Jardin des Hesperides, to fetch apples stuffed with gratitude, and in quantities unfortunately insufficient to offer you, ladies. I know that everyone will find, thanks to your sense of sharing.
I wanted to offer first (principle of well ordered charity ….) to the women of my country, multi-dimensionally large (courage to sacrifice, tenderness to flexibility, patience to oblivion, goodness to naivety, beauty to the indescribable), to these great women who, in spite of their poverty in education (witness of the case: my mother), direct the footsteps of their children towards the paths of education, education. To these ‘mother-father’ women at a time, these ‘boss-employed’ women. These women who fed us. Small question as a reminder Who was not nicknamed infant and, They, nannies? Remember: even the simplest of cells, the most important factor of survival is food. The nurse knows what to feed us. They gave us our first food, even took our first poop. Thank you and tribute to you moms, future moms! And even if you have not had a child, you carry the germ of the maternity that I honor in you. Tribute to these women who made history: Hello Mother Marie-Jeanne, the warrior! Hello Commander Sanite Belair! Hello manman Nzinga (Angola), Hello Manman Claire-Happy! Hello to all those others whose names, in the name of dirty macho atavism, are not hoisted in the pages of history.
I split my heart and put a lighted candle in the middle. This, in my quest for a flame so special, capable of burning the infamous evils that have been made to you, to burn the sufferings a thousand times endured, the injustices, the absurd inequalities, but above all and above all, to purify these hearts and those spirits from which all that comes. A flame that can inspire men with words they did not know how to tell you about your troubles and your rare moments of happiness. A flame capable of suggesting to all humans that existence should not be only suffering for one group but the quest for another meaning, another dimension, our divinity that we will only find in unity who will absorb the suffering of all for the happiness of everyone. Woman-Goddesses, I LOVE YOU! My respects to you, Woman-Goddesses!