Open Letter to Bahamian Women (Thanks For Everything)
I was supposed to write this a month ago but, you know….life got in the way.
I’m in a group with my boy Franson Godson and James McKinney and we were discussing how amazing Bahamian women were and right after that convo I just got super busy with work, meetings, and just everything the world had to throw at me.
I bitch, moan and complain a lot about Bahamian women. The problem with my line of work is that the shit is documented. I’ve written countless articles about how they’re to blame for most relationship issues. I’ve been unkind to exes….cheating, lying, being “aint shit” for most….not showing up for some. But, in all of my ramblings, there is no place that heals me and centers me like being around my mother and sisters….there is no better feeling than being around Bahamian female energy.
I know traditionally these articles start off super amazing in the intro then I get in y’all asses midway….this isn’t that. I genuinely, and sincerely, want to take this time to say thank you….thank you for being you…and thank you for everything.
Its not easy being a Bahamian woman. I didn’t know that until one time my little sister, Danielle, asked me to go to get her and my sisters food. Because I’m generally a lazy piece of shit I asked her why she couldn’t go. She said because she didn’t want to be harassed by men.
She then explained to me that wherever she or they go out there’s always an element of fear. An element of “will I get harassed today?”.
“Is this guy rapey or is he just nice?”
I didn’t even know that jonsers acted differently when I wasn’t in the car with them….I always told jonsers, “No”, and they kept it moving.
…Vs when I’m not in the car…
say it was an education.
I’m sorry that niggas are stupid and creepy. When you’re a guy you don’t think of these things, and we end up taking something as small as that for granted.
And let me
be clear: We take y’all for granted.
At least I know I do….cause theres bound to be some nigga in the comments talking about
Y’all know the type nigga I’m talking about. They the ones that go under womens post and gas them up and tell them they are perfect and unique and queens then the minute they get in your dms and you hit them with the, “No, I have a boyfriend but thank you”…here comes the Facebook post….
Ya, that’s them.
does have a point. You are Queens….all of you.
And don’t be
ashamed to fucking say it.
I’ve dated foreign women. I’ve been around the global block a few times and I can tell you with nothing held back that no one holds you down like a Bahamian woman. No one has your back like a Bahamian woman. Sure they’ll fuck up you car and burn your clothes and pour palmolive in your cereal but, if we’re keeping it 100….chances are we deserved some semblance of that reaction.
Plus…after she does this….
…and y’all do this….
…y’all will inevitably end up like this….
And yes yes
I know, feminists in the back…..I’m describing a toxic relationship that they
both should get out of. I’m obviously exaggerating the Bahamian relationship experience.
But in the least we know that even when we argue….when shit gets tough, may it
be bills, job loss or sometimes life just isn’t fucking easy….a Bahamian woman holds
you the fuck down.
no better mothers.
I don’t trust niggas that don’t get along with their mother. I have a tall apathy towards them because a Bahamian mothers love is different.
mistake: They are lions.
I honestly don’t know how my mother did it. My mother was/is a nurse….and if you know anything about nurses, they are never NOT nurses….it doesn’t switch off.
Normal mothers when their child sneezes too loud…
When the child of a nurse breaks their leg…..in half….
My mother would go to work, be a nurse, come home and sort the house, cook, clean, give orders, manage the family, take phone calls, budget bills, pack lunch, wash….and then at night you would find her deep in her bible looking over her glasses ready to hear your complaint and always ready with the correct answer.
My fathers famous line was, “Ask your mother….she’s never wrong”.
And she wasn’t.
This island literally would not be what it is if NOT for Bahamian women.
How do you think Lynden Pindling was able to do what he did?
Both my grandmothers tell tales of marching with him, the womans suffrage movement and going door to door to garner support. His movement was NOTHING without thousands of women….mostly unspoken heroes, that had that mans back.
For all these reasons I keep a pitbull on my team. My friends Tamara, Josette, Elaine, Nastacia…..you never know when you need one of them for when the smoke comes.
And by “smoke” I mean when the lady at the bar brought me BBQ wings when I ordered plain wings with extra bleu cheese but I’m too afraid to correct her because…you know….gals…..so I just let them take the wheel….
knew I needed protecting until I surrounded myself with strong Bahamian women.
And don’t get me started on our cousins and aunts. The support system is endless. I would die for my little cousins Lyric, Cori, Treva, Dechea, Nicole, Dominique (RIP Baby)….I could be here all day listing them.
First of all, funniest women on this island…..@ Ya ma. But, honestly……I’m watching them blossom and I’m so proud because when Queens raise Queens we all win.
Gents, we can front all we want but when you have a strong support system of women around you the sky’s the limit. Y’all really need to stop liking man and get some women in your circle because NO ONE is ready for the smoke like a Bahamian woman.
Niggas on this road when you call them for help…
Fuck around and call one of your female cousins/friends if you’re in trouble….
many of you can say the same.
Listen, not ALL Bahamian women are perfect and amazing. There are some bad gals, liars, cheaters, users and abusers…..thats just life. No one is perfect.
But I would be remiss if I didn’t say…..thank you.
for tolerating us.
for being there.
Thank you for enduring what you did/do.
been rallying since Dorian and have been the rallying cry and getting shit done….thank
for praying for us even if we may not believe or serve the same gods.
for always making sure we are straight.
for checking in.
for sacrificing everything sometimes just to make sure your sons, nephews,
friends, husbands could eat.
for worrying about us.
I look at
the mother of Byron Ferguson….my God how much stronger can you be.
Bless you, queen….you are in our prayers.
I look at my grandmothers….
Our sisters, our mothers, our daughters, our nieces, our cousins and our friends…..ladies….Queens…..we have to protect them.
I was supposed to write this a month ago but, you know….life got in the way….
There’s not a Bahamian woman I can’t thank…..so thank you all…for everything.