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Feminism in my country

2021-03-05  Staff Reporter

Feminism in my country
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Feminism in my country is outing rapists and seeing our brethren sit and laugh with the very same men who have defiled us. Feminism in my country is watching our rapists roam the streets with their head held high because they know the justice system will always fail us. Feminism in my country is waking up everyday and fighting the very same gender who is to protect us- it is fighting our fathers, our uncles, our brothers, male cousins, pastors, lecturers and friends. Feminism in my country rests on the shoulders of tired women- but we do not give up. 

Within this generation, Feminism in my country has had the resurgence of fighting for radical change even when we know seeing change will be years from now. Feminism in my country has shackles around the feet of women who chant for our freedom. Shackles that are accompanied by phrases we are often too tired of explaining yet we still do it. Not all men are trash, surely, we ought to applaud Tom for opening a door for a lady. Feminism in my country is having god’s perfect creation breathe entitlement down our necks when we say no to their advances. Sighing with privilege as the wealthy and well-protected take advantage of one of us because he knows the justice system will never side with us. Feminism in my country is crying while looking for our sisters- yet we do not give up. 

Feminism in my country is fighting our political leaders and the justice system. Feminism in my country is double texting our leaders that it is a good day to resign even when we are left on reading. Feminism in my country is protesting and facing police brutality in their face and telling them #OnsIsMoeg. Feminism in my country is begging our leaders to legalise abortion and let us have rights to our bodies. Feminism in my country is teaching grown men about bodily autonomy as they do not already know it is not their body. Feminism in my country is teaching grown men consent. It is constant teachings that, consenting to sex is not consenting to a baby. Feminism is fighting to protect our bodies- yet we do not give up. 

Feminism in my country is a great experience. It is building safe havens for ourselves when we find each other in the bathrooms. Feminism in my country is going to pee with my drink and getting the whole squad to accompany me to the bathroom. Feminism in my country is constantly living in fear. But, feminism in my country is reminding each other that, today and always, we fight. We do not give up and we do not surrender. We will twerk to show that the freedom we seek, we will find it. We will twerk to WAP to express our sexual joy, pleasure and freedom, and show the indulgence in the power of seduction, the erotica and sexiness of consent. We will cry, yet, we will not give up. We will show up, continuously, without fear, without fail and we will do so for generations to come. 

 

• Frieda Mukufa’s lifestyle section concentrates on women-related issues and parenting every Friday in the New Era newspaper.


2021-03-05  Staff Reporter

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