THE most common theme that stuck with me through all the dazzling and rather well-attended events in celebration of women during  Women’s month has been that women should stop pulling each other down and begin to nurture a culture of support.

Yes! We all do it subconsciously…hate on that girl who  got a higher mark than you on a test, the one who’s looking a li’l extra phly today wearing that top you loved when paging through this month’s Cosmo, oh! And let’s not forget how we envy that girl who looks like she’s finally found a good man and they are building a healthy relationship together.

Just last week, a young lady tried to commit suicide on campus. Did any of us ladies ask ourselves why she thought it better to jump off a bridge rather than seek solace from another woman?

The truth is, you, or maybe a friend or a family member of yours has probably faced the challenges she felt she couldn’t live beyond.

If we were more welcoming as women then maybe, just maybe, the need for a month in celebration of women would diminish as we celebrate each other every other day.

Some of the talks given by prominent women, who were honoured guests at these events, were uninspiring. I felt something real was lacking. I think that’s the element that keeps us from understanding each other and reaching out to one another as women. The point here is not about the whole world loving you, but it’s definitely about us pulling one another up as women.

I look forward to the day when women can meet at a luncheon and none of those who attended have to breathe a sigh of relief as they walk out because the eyes of judgement and sizing-up are finally off them. The day when we can celebrate each other, advise each other, pray for one another and take joy in knowing that we can approach other women for help.

So, as the month of August came to an end this week, I feel more self-empowered in the acknowledgement of how I have pulled other women down in the past and the steps I will now take in ensuring that I look to help, rather than judge, and compliment, rather than scornfully envy, my fellow sisters.