Women make better leaders

Section B

My mother always said : "Without women, there will be no

men." I use to think deep about that, and then, one day, it

finally dawned on me. Women were the soul and

breadwinners of the family. The birth and fall of human

civilisation, and the cause of many great leaders to rule or to

crumble.

If you were to ask me whether women would make better

leaders, with a sigh I would have to say 'Yes'. Yes, women do

make better leaders. They do make better rulers, and they

definitely do better at managing things.

Call me a traitor because I am a man, but I have to admit that

women can lead better than men. History has proven that.

Women can shake the world. I will give you a few examples to

support my stand.

In Greek mythology, Zeus, the king of the gods, had one major

weakness. That was a lust for women. He exploited women,

had too many sexual encounters with them, and this led to his

ultimate downfall.

He was "greedy" for women, and was willing to change

himself into various animal forms, in order to attain the woman

of his intentions. Zeus even once changed himself into a fish

in order to obtain a nymph.

Zeus was so obsessed by women that he even fell for artificial

women - created by Hera, his long suffering wife. He was so

overcome with his lust for other women that he did not care

about the state of affairs of Olympus. This goes to show that

women can even bring down a god.

Next we take a look at the Emperor of Rome, Julius Caesar, the

dictator. He was a brilliant general and tactician. He too was

undone with his passion for the Egyptian Queen Cleopatra.

The Romans never accepted that Caesar stopped short at

conquering Egypt, but instead let Queen Cleopatra reign and

gave her the protection of Rome.

Caesar was murdered because of this "betrayal" of Rome, and

upon his assassination, the Roman Empire marched into

Egypt.

Another lustful man was King Henry VIII. He was not only

lustful but vicious as well, though he was know as the

Defender of the Church.

He had his wife Catherine of Arragon stripped of her titles and

confined to her rooms because he was so enamoured with

Anne Boleyn, and the church did not allow divorce.

King Henry VIII eventually broke away from the church, and his

lust for women was so out of controlled that he had his

knights and advisers murdered just so that he could have their

wives and sisters.

These are examples of women bringing about the downfall of

men.


Now I will name a few women who were better leaders than

men.

The first being Elizabeth I, the daughter of Henry VIII. Though

her father so wanted a son to carry on the dynasty, Elizabeth I

proved to be the greatest monarch England has ever had. It

was under her reign that England became the most powerful

country in the world.

The second was Indira Gandhi. The first and only female

Prime Minister of India, that brought it out of the dark ages.

She brought India from being a major importer of food, to be

become a major exporter of food. She also started the nuclear

program.

Thirdly, there was Margaret Thatcher - the Iron Lady of Great

Britain. She is the only woman to have been the Prime Minister

of the United Kingdom, and the leader of the Conservative

Party. These coups have never been repeated.

All these women had optimism and courage to change the

world for the better.

One might say, women are too emotional and soft hearted. Not

strong physically enough to carry heavy loads. But who do

we turn to when we need advice and comfort? Who do we

trust more? Who always has the willpower to be successful?

Who is the ever present cheerleader encouraging you on?

The answer: Your mother.

Yes, the woman who has been with you since the moment you

were born. The one who held your hand when you wanted to

walk. The one who was the first to help you up when you fell.

That woman is your mother.

Mothers lead gently, quietly. Always making us feel like it was

our idea, and never once taking credit for all the good that we

eventually accomplish.

Patience, wisdom, compassion, courage, humility, strength -

those are the traits of a leader, and most women have these

inborn.

Ask most influential people why they are a success, and they

will definitely tell you how their mothers guided them, and were

firm with their goals.

They will tell you how, even though in poverty, their mothers

would somehow work and find the money and pay for their

education. Some of these mothers have even got awards for

bringing up the children single-handedly and making

successes of their lives.

A woman is able to comfort you and give you strength. She

has the ability to calm you down, and give you encouragement

to try again when you are at your worse. She will make you

believe in yourself even when no one else believes in you. A

woman can touch a man's life.

There will always be the proverbial debate on a woman's

emotions being an obstruction to being a good leader. But

emotions sometimes make us more human, and we are able to

see things more subjectively rather then objectively.

Women are more optimistic than men and they are able to

withstand greater amounts of pressure and pain. As the

renown self-help guru, Dr Phil once put it, "men see with their

eyes, women see with their heart."

Yes history has it that men are more capable of ruling the

country, and have contributed more to mankind. However,

read the fine print, behind those men, have been women.

If women were to dictate with tyranny, there will do it much

worse than a man, and if a woman were to counsel a weeping

child, she would pour her heart and soul into it.

So, like I said, call me a traitor to my fellow brothers, but I still

stand firm that women do make better leaders, for too many

times have girls moved me more than any of my "brothers"

can.

A very big thank you to my mom, who helped to perfect the essay. This essay was my answer for my mid-term examination English paper.

Task night.

I sat there on the bench, alone watching lovers clenching their hands tightly as they strolled past me. I noticed that too many of them are having a good time, but how many actually will last. I spoke to myself and said that with the rate of people divorcing these days, I really think that these guys wouldn't last long at all. But who am I to judge?

I took a look at my watch- 9.34. I'm late. The second hand just keeps ticking. I now stared right infront of me, wandering to myself, whether is this the right thing to do. I waited long enough for them to bring it now that they have brought it, I'm lost, in a dilemma.

I got up. Stretched my right arm, tighten my jacket and strode off. As I slowly strolled along the cemented path in the park. I caught a glimpse of a black tall figure approaching. My mind focused. He came towards me, put out his left hand and said "Sir, it is all done." I smiled, and shook his hand, I used my left arm to grab an envelope in my jacket pocket, I gave it to him. He walked off, saying nothing more.

9.47, damn. Is it too late? Nevermind, I hurried my steps to the end of the path, looked to my right and left, then crossed the road. I entered the pathway, this time lighted with fluorescent lights and neon bulbs. I walked closely to the inner path and finally came to my destination and entered via the entrance of Roland's.

Roland's is a family eatery. You can here country music playing in the background, and the sound of chips being deep fried. I walked in, scanning my surrounding , and then took a seat for a table of 4.

"Whaddya' want honey?" The waitress asked me. I said just to hand me a cup of iced water. Then suddenly a man, dressed in a sport coat, with a thin mustache sat opposite me. "I waited for an hour. Where were you?" he said with his low aged voice. He handed me a file, read "Confidential".

I slowly carefully opened it. In there I saw what I needed, no wanted to see. My drink came. I asked him "Is this all?". He gave a nod. I scanned the numbers on the paper, looking at it, studying it. Then I gave my right hand, he shook it and got off.

That's it, as dreadful as I may feel, I finally have all the codes that I wanted. Every password to the every account in that university. All is now mine. Finally I can regain access to the university, after years of torment, this is now the time for payback.

I dropped 50 cents on the table and got up, I straighten my cap and headed to the exit. "Alan McCoy!?," I turned around, damn. This is not going to be good.

A Monstrosity of Paperbacks and Hardcovers.

Waking in the morning at 6 can be tiring if one is on a holiday break. After eating Tosai and Puri at an Indian stall along Queen's street is rather replenishing. Walking endlessly; up and down the streets of Chowrastar and it finally gave its very best to me. Walking in the stench filled complex of dead meat, listening to the shouts of busy butchers accompanied by the sound of their sharp blade going down on the raw stricken meat; I found a flight of stairs. I climbed it up, crossing a beggar sleeping, I walked up and found all the shops close, except for this little chinese man selling clothes. A sign caught my eye instantly: "Old and Secondhand Books". My heart raced immediately. I turned to look and to my surprise there was only one shop open. I walked towards it, the Mamak owner gave a wry smile. I found myself a little tipsy. The mammoth stacks of books drowned the entire place. I dropped my bag of corn, and popiah skin and immediately started to browse the books.

Sweat poring down my nose. Drops of it, fall to the 40-year old chemistry text book. Later I grabbed a book entitled "General Physics", I gave the mamak. Then I asked for some comics. He brought out a stack of them; my eyes teared for I have never seen such old elegant comics before. Browsing my hand through issues of Flash Gordon and War Machine made my heart melt.

The almost endless rows of book is really touching. The amou

nt of knowledge that little store held was like a used library. The smell, of aging books, and the colour of faded pages is exquisite. I am grateful for such an experience, because I love to look at books. Read them, and sometimes not able to understand them because of the complex language. That what makes the mind grow, grow with imagination and grow with intellectualism.

School's out!

That's it the first semester of school is over.

Only months left for the final battle.

For this semester is up,

many shall depart, and I shan't

see them again.

Holidays app-roach

plans?

Not done

plans?

All planned.

This dilemic feeling

all of

a

sudden.

What is it called?

Desperation,

Exaggeration,

Depression,

Stressed.

Dilemma again.

Overjoyed; ho-lidays

approaching.

Big grin from

cheek-to- cheek.

Bracing for the next ride.