Family planning for the third world woman



Lydia is a young woman who sells tomatoes and seasonal vegetables along the bustling streets of Lusaka’s town center. Not the best way to make money- but with limited resources, little to no education and five children she’s doing her best with what she has. As close of business comes on this particular day she counts her coins. She’s hardly made anything. She saves her little money hiding it away in her wrapper opting to walk home instead of having to take a bus and spend money she really doesn’t have. 5 km is manageable she tells herself. As she approaches home, the sun has set and all her six children are waiting. Hungry. She puts together whatever scraps she can sacrificing eating herself in order to ensure all her children are somewhat fed. Not all her children though. While she fails to eat herself, she denies her seventh child who’s on the way the nutrients needed for any fetus to develop. Her husband? Down the road at the local tavern having his daily drink. As she puts her children to sleep in her two-roomed home she feels a deep sense of sorrow. I meet Lydia a as she sells tomatoes on the side of the street. I’m always looking for new stories and experiences to document. As she tells me her story, I ask Lydia if there was something she would change if she could. Something to make her life a little better. She says she wishes she would have been able to provide for her children. The years are passing and she’s been having children which she can’t support and here she is pregnant again. So, I ask “why have so many children?”. She responds by telling me it wasn’t planned, but there was nothing she could do. Having to go the clinic for treatment is too costly and too far. Even when she received free condoms from ministry of health her husband would completely refuse to use them. If she insisted she would be beaten. And while most nights he would come home in a drunken state, it became easier to comply. With her seventh on the way she’s filled with anxiety and fear. She cannot imagine another mouth to feed. Continue reading “Family planning for the third world woman”

Objectification of Women: Zambian facets

Just what does objectification mean in Zambia?

Objectification of Women: Zambian facets


You’re getting too educated you won’t find a husband”  


“You’re a girl! Don’t dress like that! You won’t find a husband!”


“Let’s have sex. It’s no big deal. I’m a man, I have needs!”


“Look at my secretary isn’t she a worthy decoration for my office”

 – Boss

“You’re perfect for this job! Your nice body will attract more clientele”


“Girls cook, sweep and clean or else you won’t find a husband”


“No man will accept this!”


“Make me a cup of tea

–Male corporate Director to female Director


These are just a few of the objectifying and sexist remarks Zambian women are faced with day to day. Being treated or perceived as objects as opposed to equal beings has persisted within the Zambian society despite education, religious awareness, or social exposure. While it should be noted this in no way insinuates that this problem is exclusive to Zambia, nor is it practiced by every Zambian; it is important to note that it is especially dynamic from a Zambian/African perspective in that it comes from both men and women therefore having negative impacts on our society.  Continue reading “Objectification of Women: Zambian facets”

Yes, I am an African Feminist!



Being a feminist seems like a simple enough concept to the world, but few realize the complexities that come with being an African feminist.  This is because culture often times requires women to be subservient to men, resulting in vast inequalities.  Perhaps one of the most highly criticized groups of feminists, because of the culture we live in. With strong traditionalist culture the concept of one choosing to be a feminist is unfathomable because its seen as wrong. This is mostly due to so many misconceptions about the movement. So now that you’ve found yourself here, let’s take a moment to set a few things straight:  Continue reading “Yes, I am an African Feminist!”