I met Eden in my uncle’s house serving coffee while I was having a serious conversation with my cousins about early and arranged marriage. We did not know Eden was paying attention to our conversation until she sat beside me and told me, she had ran away from her birthplace because her parents forced her…
There’s been a massive hype on diversity and inclusion worldwide and Africa has had her own fair share. Women are a whooping half of Africa’s population but it is pathetic to note that women make up less than a fifth of corporate board memberships. A 2015 research conducted by the African Development Bank on 307…
I am a life-long student. This a report of the lessons I have learnt. I learnt that I should always sit with my legs together. That a lady does not sit with her legs apart- it is bad manners, they said. I learnt that shame was lodged in between my legs. My brother learnt to…
Our HERStories series explore the lives and document the experiences of various women from all walks of life. In this piece, our volunteer Yabi Deres from Addis Ababa strikes up a conversation with Habtamua in the city of Bahir Dar, Ethiopia.
The World Cup, an international men’s football tournament which occurs every four years, has just ended. Whether you are an ardent football fan like me or a patriot whose national team made it to the World Cup, this was an exciting, adrenaline-filled month. But as a feminist this was the time for a lot of…
In AfricanFeminism’s (AF) ongoing featuring of Inspiring African Feminists, as part of our HERStories series, we feature Scheaffer Okore from Kenya. Scheaffer is the Vice chairperson of Ukweli Party and head of programs for civic engagement at Siasa place. She holds a Bachelor’s degree in International Relations and Diplomacy from the University of Nairobi.
I recently had a mid-mid-life crisis; I threw caution to the air, left my job and did a bit of traveling (what’s a mid-mid-life crisis if not an excuse to re-live a more budget-friendly eat-pray-love?). My travels took me to Europe, and sitting on a park bench in Stockholm, I found myself a little heartbroken…
