Chiderah writes

  Africa is like a woman. Hold that thought for a moment. Let me show you how I arrived there. Today, as I walked past a nursery school, something struck me. Those nurseries are paid to do a fragment - not even half - of what mothers do every single day. They care for the child for a few hours, five days a week. They supervise, teach a little, nurture a little, manage physical needs for a limited time. And they are paid. Recognized. Respected. It is considered a profession. A career. With job titles, promotions, pensions, global standards. But every afternoon, the mother comes to reclaim her child, and with that, she resumes the full weight of responsibility. The feeding. The clothing. The healthcare. The emotional stability. The discipline. The planning. The cleaning. The nurturing. The sleepless nights. And beyond that - she is also a wife, a confidant, a counselor, a financial manager, a cook, a housekeeper, an emotional support system, often a professional in ...