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So when I realized I was no doormat and became a feminist, waayyy back 7 years ago
after a matatu tout touched me inappropriately and I smacked his ugly face, I logged
into my Facebook.
It was the next logical thing to do because literally nobody around me related to me
being feminist.
When I told a girlfriend being mistreated by her boyfriend to dump his stupid ass and
walk the fuck away, all I got was that I probably wanted that dumb ass nigga for myself.
When I told men off for disrespecting me, I got called to the side by girls grossly
brainwashed by patriarchy and who then informed me with an air of importance that I
really shouldn’t talk to men like that.
Hell, at home I was expected to get married by 30, never mind that I was just 19 at the
time and being constantly reminded that I better have marriage in mind. One day I’ll tell
y’all how I’ve never fantasized about my wedding, or my wedding dress and how
everyone was dramatic about it and telling me how weird it was that I wasn’t aspiring for
marriage.
Everyone was like,
I needed to know that out there in this patriarchy- infested world, there were women
revolutionaries looking to completely oust our unfortunate status quo.
Bihhh, did I find them in droves!
I didn’t even know that Muslim women could be feminists because I’d always seen in
Kenya Muslim women getting mistreated and forced to cover up. But guess what,
Covering up is a choice and Muslims REALLY don’t need this white saviour bullshit.
I kid you not though people. These pages had a certain air that I didn’t relate with. ALL
were run by white women who posted shit I tried hard to contextualize and relate with
but failed miserably. But I still supported despite knowing shit about what I was
supporting.
I realized that these pages wanted freedom for WHITE women not my raggedy black
ass all the way in Kenya, which they called Africa.
Shit, I realized I didn’t belong after all.
I hunted for more pages. Black Feminism pages. I only got the Shade Room which was
largely for black celebrities and really not about feminism. It empowered me all the
same. I understood black people’s struggles.
I stumbled onto Kinfolk Kollektive. It revolutionized the hell out of me. I learnt a lot of shit
about the fragility of white people and how they are always rushing to inject white logic
in spaces for black people.
But here’s the catch ladies. I STILL didn’t relate.
In a bid to understand my position as a black person in a white people’s Feminist page
better, I wrote an inquiry to one of the white people pages and got told that they couldn’t
talk about that subject because they didn’t relate.
But I got it. Really.
I got this too.
There was a whole WORLD of white feminism out there and my black ass had tried to fit
in.
So then, why in fuckity fuck was I out here talking about something I didn’t resonate
with?
WHO the fuck was speaking on my behalf? On behalf of Kenyan women? On behalf of
women in Africa?
Fucking nobody.
Feminism comes with a lot of realizations as I have just realized.
For that day, sitting infront of my computer staring at that message from one of the
Feminist pages that I’d grown to love because of ignorance, I realized that nobody gave
a shit about African women in Africa. Everyone gave two shits for Black women in
America and majority of shits were allocated to white women the world over.
Ladies and gentlemen, there was a hierarchy. And African women were at the fucking
bottom.
Armed with that sad realization, I transformed my Facebook into a war zone.
Fighting for Kenyan women, Sudanese women, Somalian women, Egyptian
women, Ugandan women, South African women, Congolese women, Algerian
women, AFRICAN women.
I gave a million shits about these women. I was done supporting a white woman’s right
to wear shorts while African women didn’t even have food or water or basic education.
Fuck that.
As usual,
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I can now hear that annoying sing song voice of white women saying our struggles are
different. Damn right they are! I’ve got to fight for my right to dignity so I don’t get
stripped at a bus station and not worry about posting shit like this and get no
repercussions! ↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓↓
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OR join a white women clique and call it “GIRL SQUAD”
When you stop acting like you are more African than Africans living in freaking Africa we
can talk.
Y’all are out here saying you want to get in touch with your roots by traveling to Africa
and posting pictures of how your “motherland” is beautiful and shit. I ain’t never seen a
YES!
Don’t play with this continent like that.
- Nancy Houston
How the fuck can you call him “darling” because in my books he certainly ain’t a darling.
Or a babe. Or a honey. Or a fucking whatever.
How the fuck can you lie on a goddamn bed or floor or kitchen counter and let him have
his way with you?
How the fuck do you not gag and throw up when you see his online comments about
women?
When he says, as they always do, that he’s read ALL the books on Feminism and
proceeds to mansplain to other women how the fuck we should be feminists, how can
you NOT shoot him that “boy bye” text?
Let’s completely remove ourselves from the online scenarios and apparate right in the
middle of your kitchen. Let’s personalize this shit.
You’re there in the kitchen with him. Your man. You’re from work. He’s from work. Y’all
asses are tired as hell after dealing with your extremely rude Indian boss who provides
horrible working conditions for you and sexually harrasses you and you have half a
mind to sue his brown ass.
Your man on the other hand has had the longest day dealing with equally rude
customers who end up calling the boss on him because he lost his patience and told the
customer to either shut the fuck up and be served or fuck off to another bank.
So you’re both now in the kitchen.
You cook.
Another time your ass is all made up-lipstick, mascara and all. Your weave is rad and
you are about to leave for work and this stupid nigga tells you to not put on too much
make up or wear horse hair.
I’d personalize more but my mood is turning dark just thinking about shitty men.
You know what, fuck my dark mood. I know y’all women need more personalization so
you can say “Ahh that is sooo me”
So settle in bitches.
I’ve had four fucking long years at a Kenyan university, and I’ll just say it, women and
dating is a euphemism for gross stupidity.
Girls barely 19 in campus want to cater for boys. Cook for them. Clean their fucking
clothes. Offer mind blowing sex. Pay their rent.
For the first year, they pay fees in cash. No, scratch that. They give their daughter cash
to go pay school fees because they trust her so much.
The girl, and I kid you not ladies and gentlemen on IDEA, fucking uses her fucking
school fees to impress a young nigga on campus.
Talking about let me cook you some mean pilau over at my bedsitter tonight.
Bruh, you think he gon refuse an offer for free food?
Talking about, let me pay your rent cause I know this month you’re hard up-and no, you
really don’t have to pay me back.
Bruh, I’m sorry but you’re dumb as fuck. This nigga done used all his money to fucking
gamble it all away on fucking sportpesa because he KNOWS your little stupid ass
gonna come through like ALWAYS!
Let’s talk about sex. So yeah, you’re “dating” You want to spice things up cause your
problematic self-esteem is terrified he gon leave you for a chic who can do the 69 while
squatting. You chasin a nigga like he’s money.
You have so much sex at his request you turn into a fucking gymnast.
HOW the fuck can you buy Omo and soap THEN bend your tired back to wash your
CLASSMATE’S clothes while he watches fucking Despicable Me while touching his little
penis just because you think y’all are dating?
HOW the fuck can you spread your legs from the east to the fucking west nearly
breaking your tendons so your classmate that does not even understand the basic
concepts in class gets to fuck you?
HOW the fuck can you and your man sit in an exam room together and pass little notes
asking what concept Question 1 is testing? Is it attractive that your man is dumb as fuck
for choosing to watch Rugrats and not study?
And his cheating ass out here talking about Beyonce done took Jay-Z back so why
shouldn’t you.
Bitch Jay-Z is a fucking billionaire, I’d take his lying ass back too. What is your broke
ass bringing to the table except herpes?
Have big dreams, being a wife isn’t the only ambition you should have.
Apply for that scholarship ,apply for that fellowship.
Don’t be out here doing emotional labor for men who don’t know worth even if it slaps
the hell out of them.
You are out here raising boys who left their mothers at home.
That one bedroom house at Roysambu you have rented isn’t going to be a home much
longer if you “fuck around and get pregnant,”.
Put dreams on hold to raise the kid of a man who wouldn’t take responsibility.
I have seen many of my friends miss exams to take someone’s child to a clinic.
There are men who can’t even babysit their own children for 1 hr for you to take an
exam sis.
They will not extend you the same grace ,you will be a sacrificial lamb for a boy on his
way to manhood.
Don’t be collateral damage.
Don’t be a co-star in anyone’s movie!
- Seraphim Sorensen
IDEA AFRICA (afroidea.com) Inclusion, Diversity and Equality in Africa
GET OFF MY AREOLA
Hi my name is Jay and I'm a feminist(yes it's a thing, no I don't have a flat chest, yes I
need good dick in my life) but like in a "a girl is just trying to have an orgasm"kinda way
not a "#banfathersday kinda of way.
Picture this you wake up it's a beautiful day the sun is out you love sunny days because
you have a lot of shorts you love shorts ...you love wearing shorts like a fat kid loves
cake...wearing shorts genuinely makes you happy plus you have these glorious long
legs soooo.....So you pick your ripped denim shorts(because denim 😌)and man do you
look good.
James from next door better be at his balcony because he needs to see how good a girl
looks today.Anywho so fast forward three hours later you're ready,ready for the sun to
hit your thighs you PKW(phone,keys,wallet...more about this in my next story)one last
look in the the mirror and BAM anxiety.
Is it too short? Are you showing too much skin? Could this get you raped?What names
will they call you this time?Will they strip you naked?Are you provoking them?(lol
wearing what you want on your own body is actually considered provoking
someone..ridiculous right?)Long story short (see what I did there?😏)you don't wear
your shorts and that's the real reason you don't wear shorts not because you "just don't
like short things" but because one minute you're just a nice bubbly girl with a promising
future who just really likes shorts the next minute you're a depressed rape survivor.
But why not right? god forbid a girl just likes shorts....nooo how?She obviously wants a
filthy looking stranger to force themselves on her that was definitely on her itinerary that
day. So yeah imagine living a life where simply picking an outfit could lead to your rape
and/or murder..Crazy right?
Look guys I'm going to go all sentimental on you now because I guess it's the most
effective way ... your little girls....your wives,your sisters,your mothers having to be
escorted by cops because they wore shorts.
Stop raising your boys to objectify girls we are not objects we're human
beings....different from you, but you know ,basically pretty human....flesh,blood and
all.And could you just not tell your daughters to cover up all the time I mean it's cool if
you want to but if you don't want it's also fine.
Your thighs are nothing to be ashamed of literally everyone has thighs.Its even
ridiculous that this is still an issue.You're raising girls with no self esteem who will
probably end up staying in abusive relationships because they are too insecure to
leave.You raise a girl to be ashamed of her nudity and here's a man who adores her
nudity he doesn't think it's shameful you think she's going anywhere?
You know what they say about how women love.That man will kill her and she'll swear it
was out of love its crazy I know. Also how disgusting is it that boys are being taught that
hitting a woman is wrong BUT it's OKAY if we PROVOKE them.or even worse hitting a
woman is a way of showing love??(him treating you like trash is not a sign of love.NOT.)
I've used crazy and ridiculous a lot but really though how else can you explain two sane
adults with two kids boy and a girl.Girl is brilliant literally 10 times more brilliant than the
boy child but said sane adults will still give the boy child better opportunities because
you know,he's a boy....the man of the house.
The girl's dreams be damned right?Si she'll get married and her husband will take care
of her ama? (first of all...joke of the century....”take care of her”?....second of all what if
she doesn't want to get married plus I don't know....basic rights as a human
being????those would be great.).
But you know what?Its going to change.... everything will.If there's one thing women are
good at it's getting shit done plus let's be honest we know women really rule the world
(Beyonce is never wrong ,can't argue with science)We just need to get rid of this behind
the shadows thing.
Preach your truth and stand by it.Otherwise queens drink water,mind ya business,eat
well,keep fit(both physical and mentally kwanza mentally muhim sana),SUPPORT
EACH OTHER,LOVE YOURSELF,get enough sleep,work hard and coconut oil.
- Joyce Akinyi
Women are constantly reminded to tone down their anger by men who fail to
understand that they are talking from a point of privilege.
No one has ever policed a man’s words and told them to keep quiet. Why?
PATRIARCHY!!
It is the reason why you here foolishness being peddled around in statements such as
“women are meant to be seen not to be heard.” What in the patriarchal whangdoodle is
that?
How and why should I not be angry yet every single time I walk out the door, I have a
mini panic attack because I am scared. I am frightened of how the males will receive me
out there. When I walk out of the house and hit the streets, I cannot stop thinking I am
being followed. Followed by an entitled douchebag who feels entitled to my body and
personal space.
The beast commonly known as the patriarchy defends such motherlovers!! Imagine
walking out of your house, dressed in a long skirt, a blouse that covers up everything up
to your chin, and in addition, you have on a big coat because of how the weather has
been behaving.
Despite all these attempts to be ‘decent’ and I use this term loosely, there is still a sick
son of a gun that will grope you, molest you, hell even rape you. Then guess what
happens? You still get blamed for all he has done.
You are reminded that you should not have been alone with a man you don’t know. Yet
you did not invite this person to be around you. They tell you that you should have at
least responded when you were greeted because your failure to reply is what provoked
the man to get violent with you. You also hear about how much of a liar you are
because a man of such great reputation and stature could never do something like that.
You are only trying to ruin him because he dumped you or some other absurd excuse to
make him look like the victim.
It is almost impossible.
Right from when you walk into a bar, the woes begin. Some high end bars and
restaurants even prohibit women who are unaccompanied from accessing their
facilities. They are prejudiced because they have the unfortunate notion that a single
woman does not have the money to afford such places.
You are supposed to be with a man. Why? Because when you are alone, you are
presumably a hooker hunting for a rich man in the hotel to wine and dine you. Their
male patrons do not want to look like they do not want to see such women but secretly
check in with them at their hotels, so they insist that any woman without male company
should not be admitted there.
Why can’t a beautiful woman sit and enjoy her drink alone? You will say no you don’t
want company but what is entitlement? They will be like, “I insist.” Insist why, mofo?
Which part of NO don’t these people understand? It is only two syllables and clear
enough for even a sloth to understand. These entitled turds will just not stop because
they have been programmed to think women belong to them and every time they want
to be with one, the answer should be unquestionably YES.
Fast forward to when you have managed to have your drink. You decide to leave.
Guess who has been lurking around behind the shadows waiting for you to get wasted
so they can exercise their ‘right’ of manhood on you. Thinking about it makes me want
to gag. You said no when you were sober.
You are still saying NO when drunk but now because your guard is down, a
nincomppop wants to take advantage because somehow your answer magically
transformed to yes because a few shots of gin and tonic happened. Outside, as you
wait for your taxi, the same person you turned down inside will want to stand with you
talking nonsense, insisting on meaningless conversation incessantly asking for your
The lies!!!Just think of how cheap women are in the eyes of the patriarchy!! A few drinks
and you should be dropping your knickers.
I cannot imagine the things women endure in this world that hates women so much. I
know for a fact that every woman walking this planet has experienced the fuckery that
accompanies the authority handed over to men at birth because of their genitalia. I want
to live in a world where I am not terrified because a person feels entitled to my body.
I want the patriarchy stomped out. I join women with a similar ambition because
together we can eliminate this beast and make the world safer for ourselves and the
women that will come after us. I should not even be fighting to be treated like a human
being but the patriarchy happened and got us here. Now I have to struggle for my own
rights and nobody will fight for me if I do not do it myself.
- PC Sangoro