The Auckland arena – now wall-to-wall with estrogen – was warmed up with hits like I’m Every Woman and Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – peppered with the occasional Kiwi anthem – just so we felt included and the odd husband-in-tow appearing on the big screen.
Just so they too felt included.
Winfrey made it known early on that the husbands deserved a round of applause: ‘spotlight on the husbands!’ she bellowed – which they didn’t much care for but graciously accepted anyway.
She gave a shout-out to the prime minister’s wife Bronagh Key with whom she is now no doubt close.
It was the women in the audience – within a female-dominant packed-house – that really resonated with their fierce new leader.
Like baby cubs following the matriarch in charge – Winfrey knew best.
“As my friend Maya Angelou would tell me, your legacy is wherever you leave your heart-print,” was one Oprahism met with nods.
Despite the very real fear that every woman in Vector Arena was simultaneously starting to sync menstrual cycles – Winfrey’s teachings – cleverly encased in Oprahisms – were usable engaging and welcomed.