When i say that i am a feminist, i get these stares from other women, the ”you are one of them” look. I look about me as if i have extra limbs or horns growing out of me. But i am a different kind of feminist, one who advocates for awakening the voices of women and young girls everywhere, to embrace who we are and stand up for ourselves. My mother and i still have not found common ground on the subject, she worries about my marriage prospects, haha, but i do not think that i am that ”intimidating” and i do not want to be with a man that find me intimidating.
Let us celebrate equality for both men and women and give a platform that celebrates the strengths of both sexes without looking down on the others
(This is a personal transcript. I take responsibility for all typos. The symbol “[–]” simply indicates African names and references unfamiliar to me.)
So I would like to start by telling you about one of my greatest friends, [–]. [–] lived on my street and looked after me like a big brother. If I liked a boy, I would ask [–]’s opinion. [–] died in the notorious [–] plane crash in Nigeria in December of 2005, almost exactly 7 years ago. [–] was a person I could argue with, laugh with and truly talk to. He was also the first person to call me a feminist. I was about 14, we were in his house, arguing, both of us bristling with half-bit knowledge from books that we had read. I don’t remember what this particular argument was about, but I remember that as I argued and argued, [–] looked at me…
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