Being a feminist.

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i’m sitting down right now with my dad watching BBC news and I am thinking if this post will be a bad idea. I am still going to write it because it is an area of my life I have been wanting to document for a while now. As well, I want to use this opportunity to try and address any misconceptions there are surrounding feminists and feminism in general.

So yeah, I am a feminist. To be more specific, I am an African feminist because I am an African woman. Did i just hear you ask what is an African feminist? Well, I am personally very interested in African women (obviously because I am one) and their roles as women in the African and global society. Moreover, I am an African feminist because I personally do not think that white feminists can ever fully understand the struggles of African women or any other women who are not white. The thing is, even within white feminism there are lots of differences among white women and their personal identification with feminism.

As a feminist, of course I am a full advocate of the equal rights of men and women in all areas of life. However, I know deep down that I cannot account for the struggle of every woman on this planet. I am African and I can’t even say that every African women feels the same way I do about being a woman in Africa. Nonetheless, I know perfectly well that as an African feminist, I have to play my part by being conscious of the individual and collective experiences of African women and all women in society.

Therefore, what I do most of the time is, I read a lot about the work other African women/feminists produce in order to be aware of their personal accounts of being African women/feminists. As well, one thing I do quite a lot of is that I look at researches conducted on women in Africa and how research has documented the positions of women in Africa.

Essentially, as an African feminist, I am always thinking about how firstly, the factor of being African has/is shaping my identity as a woman. Secondly, I ponder a lot on the impact my womanity has on my humanity. In essence, this is what being an African feminist is all about for me.

I know I cannot speak for every woman or feminist like i said earlier, but as a woman; I always wonder if my humanity(me being a human being like a man) is acknowledged before anything else.

I am going to continue this feminist antics with another post where i talk a bit more about the importance of feminism and I cannot wait to tell you about the many misconceptions lots of people have about feminists and feminism.

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Hello, my name is Anabel and I am 23 years old. I love introducing myself to people (especially because I love telling people my name). I love God and I love talking about women, Africa and education and food. This blog is about everything though so yeah.

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