As the year comes to an end, I would like to point out that this has been a challenging year for Namibia, particularly for Namibian women. However much so, it has also been a rather beautiful year. We have seen the inauguration of our first female President, Netumbo Nandi-Ndaitwah, and her female leaders in key...
These past few days, I have been reading a lot of articles about how to exist in this fast-paced world, which has been completely swallowed by the internet. We are living in a time were everything feels urgent, loud, and immediate, even our healing. One article that stood out for me was the one that...
Last time, I wrote about friendships that help us navigate life and their different phases. I must say, the way many people received it reminded me that there are still communities of people who are fully willing to carry each other – friends who show up, friends who hold space, friends who do not scatter...
A few days ago, I changed my profile picture to purple, and almost instantly, my inbox filled with questions. People wanted to know what I thought that simple act would change. One message stood out. A man asked me if I truly believed that changing my profile picture to that colour would somehow make men...
Last time, I wrote about the kind of sisterhood that helps carry us through different stages of our lives. That article received a lot of feedback, not just because people agreed with it, but because so many of us are craving that kind of community. In this fast, ever-changing world, it has become clear that...
As the year is nearing its end, I want to talk about something that not many people talk about, especially in spaces where it’s not really celebrated out loud: ‘Sisterhood’. I may be speaking for all of us when I say this, but many of the phases I faced this year and even in the...
I recently saw a post that “All African mothers are siblings, and we all live in the same house”. I laughed because it is true. Whether you are in Katutura, Okalongo or Ondangwa, our mothers all seem to move the same. They refuse to sit still. Whenever I go home for the holidays, my mother...
Within the spaces where women are expected to excel, there’s a certain expectation that follow many Namibian women as they grow, study, and move into new spaces. Often, we are encouraged to go out into the world and make something of ourselves. Yet, somewhere between the village and the city, we are also expected to...
In Namibia, feminism does not always look like protests, posters or loud debates with random men at shebeens or in a cab. Sometimes, it is a woman choosing not to laugh when her boss makes a “harmless” sexist joke or when her male friends finally say something that reminds her that he is a man...
We often say, “It takes a village to raise a child,” but what happens when the village consists of women who are barely getting by themselves? I’m talking about women who care for other people’s children – nannies and domestic workers who often step in and act as mothers when the real ones are away....