She said she is a FEMINIST.


OK, so I said I would be continuing with this feminism antics.. so here I am with another post on feminism and being an African feminist.

I want to address two stereotypes that me as an African feminist I have come across. Being African and being a feminist to a lot of people is like being Ghanaian and saying something barbaric like your favorite jollof is Nigerian or Cameroonian jollof. it is just weird. But it doesn’t have to be.. I mean it is definitely crazy to say things like Nigerian jollof is your favorite… but being an African woman and being a feminist is not crazy.

Below are two questions I often get asked when I tell people I am a feminist.

“wait… so do you hate men?”

NO NO NO NO! like seriously NO. I do not hate men. Honestly, I do not hate men. I cannot speak for every woman or feminist but I do not think that other feminists hate men or that is their ultimate aim. As an African feminist, I see myself as being in partnership with African men and I want equality for them as well as myself. I think the assumption of feminists hating men comes from the clear fact that feminists advocate for the equal opportunities for women just like men. However, when a feminist say she wants women to get equal pay like men or she does not agree with women being treated like second class citizens in society.. that does not mean she hates the male species. I want all these things for women because I see the humanity aspect of women just like i do with men.

Of course, it has been very difficult for the feminist movement to get their views across so it seems like everything that they say or want for women will be at the loss of men.. but no that is not the case. As a woman, I do not want to feel or even believe that my sex organ will be the reason why I do not get to be the CEO of a tech firm or not being able to drive a lorry (i hate lorries by the way). I want to be able to apply for a job alongside a man and the person who is most qualified for the job should get it.. that’s it! The man should not get the job because this is typically a man’s job or i should not get the job because only women are known to do jobs like that.

I am a feminist and I like men.. they are OK. You know what some are more than OK just like us women.

“so if you want women to be treated like men.. will it be OK for me to hit you back when you hit me?”

Firstly, any man or woman who thinks that equality among the sexes mean people should get the go ahead in physically and domestically abusing people should be checked.. like all the checks: mental physical and spiritual.

As a feminist, I do not want to physically abuse a man and get away with it.. and I certainly do not want a man to hit me and go free. when a guy thinks that it is ok to hit a woman because she is female and that equates to her being weak then it is wrong. See as a feminist, that is my main issue- the motives behind the way women are treated in society. I do not think because I am a woman, that should be the reason  why I do not get access to certain things or I am not able to do some jobs and so on.

The reality however is that, we do live in a world where women are treated the way they are treated because they are women. so as an African feminist, I have made it my job to consciously correct myself and others around me to see womanity not as a synonym to weakness but as an equivalent to HUMANITY.

The thing is I know men and women are different.. we have clear biological differences. But let me tell you one thing.. God did not intend for those biological variances to be used negatively against men or women. He really didn’t. I asked God once and he said he did not so anybody who says otherwise is a liar.





School… school is a place. Actually school is a building. School is not synonymous to education. School is not equal to a good life (coming from someone who has spent the last 17 years in that building). School is just a building. In fact… school is just a place where people go to…like the market.

A school is a building where children are taken to grow and yet they end up coming out more lifeless. School is a place where adults teach children how to chase after things that they are too young to understand.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had so many experiences in that building; many good and bad ones. Nonetheless, I still find myself thinking that it’s a place where children maybe should not spend most of their 24 hours.
I mean we are told education is the key to success and the school building is where that success begins. Yet, school boys and girls are constantly caught in the battle of lost identities. School boys and girls are unsure if being a pupil is the same as being an active participant in their societies.
I spent most of my primary school days following the loud children in order to not feel so alone and get caught up in my own uncertainties. At the age of 8, I noticed the school building was a place where I had to be loud or go home crying.
In high school, I realized my true identity in the school building because other school boys and girls did not approve. But by that time, there was nothing I could do about being black or tall or female or African. So, I ended up battling with my own identity whilst trying to live the life of a good studious high school girl for my parents.
The thing is, school is actually a building where if you are warned about it before you enter… well it will not be any different because not every boy or girl will come there with the same mindset as you.
However, the school building is a place where boys and girls from different homes come to make homes for themselves within themselves.
It’s not too bad for a building put together by adults who are indirectly battling with uncertain identities.

We are not mountains we have to move.


Immigrants are not mountains. The movement of people from one territory to the other is not a crime.

The migration of third world peoples (kings and queens) to other parts of the world for economic betterment is not a crime.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move.
We have to move to search for “greener pastures” even though the lands we go in search for these better lives are the cause of our own territorial disorganisation.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move.
African immigrants are not fraudsters. My parents just want me to do better than they did so that I don’t have to work 12 hours a day to send 99% of the money back home.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move. We have to move to take back what was originally ours. We have to move to show our children what it looks and feels like to be us.

To be an immigrant. To be African in Europe. To be African in the land of former colonial leaders. To be African on a continent of uncertain identities. To be African outside of Africa.
Immigrants are not mountains. We have to move.

To my Power(less) African leaders


When you let power get to your head, you forget that to be powerful means to serve.
When you let power get to your head, you refuse to acknowledge those who are in need of your services.
When you let power get to your head, you become the oppressed turned the oppressor.
When you let power get to your head, you turn a blind eye to poverty eating away the people’s integrity.
When you let power get to your head, you mimic the leaders from whom you worked so hard to gain your freedom.
When you let power get to your head, you put on the eyes of the foreigner who thinks barbaric is synonymous to Africa.
When you let power get to your head, you don’t understand what it means to be powerful.
To be powerful means to serve.
To be powerful means to know the needs of the people you are serving.
To be powerful means to let the people tell you what they need.
To be powerful means to serve and to lead by serving those in need.