Growing Up Surrounded by Women: My Unyielding Stand Against Misogyny.
I was born into a large extended family dominated by women—twelve aunties and only two uncles. My immediate family was a single-parent household consisting of my mother, my sister, and me. Most of my older cousins were women as well. From the earliest years of my life, women were not peripheral figures; they were the center of my world. They shaped my days, my understanding of strength, resilience, and love. This upbringing instilled in me a deep respect and protective instinct toward women that has become an inseparable part of who I am. Consequently, nothing ignites my wrath more fiercely than witnessing misogynistic behaviour—particularly when men bully or demean women. In those moments, I react with force, because silence would betray everything my life has taught me. My childhood was a tapestry woven by female voices, hands, and wisdom. With so many aunties around, every gathering, every meal, and every family decision reflected their influence. They were the storytellers, the car...
