HERstory – Dinah Musindarwezo
In this HERstory from Dinah Musindarwezo, she shares with us one of the most difficult choices she had to make which cost her the love of someone dear to her but which she still stands by firm.
Ingrained Sexism and Its Manifestations
This particular post is inspired by one of the most annoyingly sexist advertisements I have had the misfortune to watch, the terrible ways womyn’s voices have been misrepresented and continue to be absent among other sexist ways of Uganda’s media. The advert, running or (which ran depending on if it finally stopped airing or not)…
Learning and Unlearning: A Woman’s Perspective (By Nafula Wafula)
At five years old, I learnt that sitting on an ‘uncle’s’ laps was not a sign of regard and affection, it was for his gratification.
Childlike innocence coupled with naivety and absolute trust was backed by a far away sense of dread and shame, whose root I could never quite point to.
Why Anger Alone Is Not Enough (by Anwuli Okeke)
In what may seem contrary to some, alarming to others and a breath of fresh air to the rest, there’s a movement called “Feminist Theology” that calls for examining every aspect of religion from a gender equality perspective. What does this mean? Well, it begins with an examination and critique of the ways women have…
Childfree Women And The Freedom To Choose
One fine evening during dinner, I started a conversation around being childfree and everyone stopped eating. In response to my rather culturally disturbing thoughts, I was given the “what the hell is wrong with you” look. Now, the displeasure at the table was understandable considering the fact that we were Africans, Nigerians to be specific.…
From Foetus to Woman
(Audio recording included) We were foetuses when they mapped out our lives some of us would glide through birth canals break open wombs announce our arrival in bold wails we were born protesting then to be shushed at entry and later made to believe our voices mattered little some of us in luckless…
Coming to terms with becoming like my mother
“Every woman becomes their mother. That is their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That is his tragedy” ~ Oscar Wild. Growing up, I was always told that I was her splitting image. Some even called me by her name adding “little” as a prefix. I never believed that though. I knew she was beautiful.…
On Finding liberatory masculinities (by Nqobizitha Ndlovu)
This piece was originally written for Vanguard magazine and published on AF with permission from the author.
