Have we lost the true essence of International Women’s Day?

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As many people know, the 8th of March was International Women’s Day. A day that’s set apart to commemorate the movement for women’s rights world over.

In Zambia, Women’s Day fell on a Thursday, two weeks ago, with Youth day the following Monday. Because of this, the President declared it a 5 day long weekend. (Economically a terrible move, but that’s a topic for another day and another blogger).

I spent part of my Women’s Day doing what any overzealous 21 year old feminist would do: reading up on the history of Women’s Day and the movements that lead to its commemoration.

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How about a little more respect and a little less misogyny?

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It’s no secret that all too often, men are intimidated by powerful women. This is especially true in African/third world societies. From female politicians, to business women, to any woman in a powerful position; backlash can be expected. The fact there are women who are successful, having spent their lives setting up goals and succeeding in reaching them; challenges the very notion of misogyny in patriarchal societies.

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QOTD: So, when did catcalling become okay?

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From time in memorial one form of catcalling or another, is something women have had to endure. It is however apparent that in recent years catcalling has become more aggressive, more vulgar, and more offensive.

While the definition of catcalling varies from dictionary to dictionary within the context it can be defined as:

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Dear diary…

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So, today we’re going to do something a bit different.

We’re going to get a little personal.

I  initially vowed I wouldn’t really put much about myself on this blog, but rather focus on the subject of African feminism.

With time however more and more people had been asking me to share my weight loss story.

You see in the past nine months I’ve lost A LOT of weight.

Those who actually know me have seen my drastic transition and know how much of an achievement it is for me. With this weight loss came a lot of other women are asking me to share my story and how I did it.

Admittedly I’m super hesitant because talking about myself makes me feel vulnerable. Vulnerable to criticism of the person I was before in a fat-phobic world. I’m not really one to put myself out there, but this blog was created to make a difference. If telling my story makes a difference I suppose -it’s worth the risk.

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Family planning for the third world woman

 

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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”