Saturday 7 June 2014
Wednesday 4 June 2014
Feminism shmeminism!
Sometimes I'm not sure where to begin with a post. After its been a while I feel like I have all these thoughts in my head and I'm about to explode! It must be the writer's equivalent of blue balls I think.
Speaking of thinking, I'm thinking right now of where in the world to begin. Aha! I've got it. I'll rant That's what I'll do. After all according to the stereotypical outline of a black African woman it comes oh so naturally..right? Or am I wrong? I digress. I'm ranting supposed but about by the way...oh! yes the ludicrous amounts of Woman and girl child human rights abuses happening right now, yes even NOW as you mouth this very syllable. A woman is being raped. A child is being forced into things the most debauched of minds would find abominable. Even a woman is being humiliated and dehumanized through battery which without a doubt leads murder, the most brutal kind.
I ask this sincerely:
Why are we as a society allowing this madness of sorts to repeatedly manifest behind the closed doors of our closest neighbours?
Our not as distant as assumed relatives?
Our very flesh and bone as the oppressed and / or the oppressor through traditionalist misdemeanour's?
We live in a world were leaders as an addition to followers of Religious fanatics, manics and radicals are enraged at the very idea of a woman being educated. EDUCATION! for the love of all things - EDUCATION. One of the most basic of rights. A right that enables young girls to see beyond the dowry. A right that permits the exploration of some mental diamonds in the rough so they too can have their moment to shine and yet alas a 'man' shall say no to such empowerment.
Don't they get it? Do you? Has it never occurred to the most aggressive of misogynists that in the words of Caiphus Semenya "a woman has a right to be".
Not because we want to rule the world or rid the universe of the male species or even erase the value and purpose of men in society; at least those men that show up when they ought to.
NO!
We, and I say this subjectively want to clothe our families! We want help others in similar predicaments laced in the memories of our very own pasts so that they too can be enabled towards better lives.
Lives that are not dependent, not just on men but on anyone else as a whole.
We as women need more than anything to be equipped beyond our circumstances.
To feel safe because when push comes to shove we can deal with any upheaval that materializes.
You may attribute the rarity of this blatancy to denial, arrogance, fear or the pop culture that now surrounds feminism. But let's be uncouthly honest for a moment:
Women need men's support not their adversity.
This post is not about me burning my bra and screaming from the top of the RBZ building. For one, I don't think they would let me up there and two, I quite like this bra so NO! I'm not one of 'those' feminists. I'm am me , airing out my rants for the search engines to stumble upon.
Hoping that somehow some way I too have been heard and understood. That some how, some way through these words the pain and heartache I feel for those beautiful little Chibok girls is understood.
The anguish I feel for the numerous young women in India that have been raped and hung.
how forlorn I am that even back home within the confines of matrimony itself a woman still is treated as though her sexuality is not her own.
Speaking of thinking, I'm thinking right now of where in the world to begin. Aha! I've got it. I'll rant That's what I'll do. After all according to the stereotypical outline of a black African woman it comes oh so naturally..right? Or am I wrong? I digress. I'm ranting supposed but about by the way...oh! yes the ludicrous amounts of Woman and girl child human rights abuses happening right now, yes even NOW as you mouth this very syllable. A woman is being raped. A child is being forced into things the most debauched of minds would find abominable. Even a woman is being humiliated and dehumanized through battery which without a doubt leads murder, the most brutal kind.
I ask this sincerely:
Why are we as a society allowing this madness of sorts to repeatedly manifest behind the closed doors of our closest neighbours?
Our not as distant as assumed relatives?
Our very flesh and bone as the oppressed and / or the oppressor through traditionalist misdemeanour's?
We live in a world were leaders as an addition to followers of Religious fanatics, manics and radicals are enraged at the very idea of a woman being educated. EDUCATION! for the love of all things - EDUCATION. One of the most basic of rights. A right that enables young girls to see beyond the dowry. A right that permits the exploration of some mental diamonds in the rough so they too can have their moment to shine and yet alas a 'man' shall say no to such empowerment.
Don't they get it? Do you? Has it never occurred to the most aggressive of misogynists that in the words of Caiphus Semenya "a woman has a right to be".
Not because we want to rule the world or rid the universe of the male species or even erase the value and purpose of men in society; at least those men that show up when they ought to.
NO!
We, and I say this subjectively want to clothe our families! We want help others in similar predicaments laced in the memories of our very own pasts so that they too can be enabled towards better lives.
Lives that are not dependent, not just on men but on anyone else as a whole.
We as women need more than anything to be equipped beyond our circumstances.
To feel safe because when push comes to shove we can deal with any upheaval that materializes.
You may attribute the rarity of this blatancy to denial, arrogance, fear or the pop culture that now surrounds feminism. But let's be uncouthly honest for a moment:Women need men's support not their adversity.
This post is not about me burning my bra and screaming from the top of the RBZ building. For one, I don't think they would let me up there and two, I quite like this bra so NO! I'm not one of 'those' feminists. I'm am me , airing out my rants for the search engines to stumble upon.
Hoping that somehow some way I too have been heard and understood. That some how, some way through these words the pain and heartache I feel for those beautiful little Chibok girls is understood.
The anguish I feel for the numerous young women in India that have been raped and hung.
how forlorn I am that even back home within the confines of matrimony itself a woman still is treated as though her sexuality is not her own.
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