I am an Afro feminist. I abide by the African feminist Charter. It has been like so for over four years now. For most of us feminists, you grow up with ideologies that vary from other people in the community, family members at home, colleagues or friends at school or work.
You are just different. You question everything you do. You get insight first before you subscribe to things in society. For everything there is always a "Why?" Yes! That's me. My name is Joy by the way, pleasure to e-meet you.
FYI e-meet you is electronically meet you though I find virtually meet you to be more, interesting with a bit of oomph!
Growing up as the "rebel" or a "dissident" (in the language that my sisters from genocide fested countries would comprehend), I never really quiet understood why i was "the problem child".
Most importantly, why I couldn't find a name to describe the things, the opinions, the frustrations I had about the way I viewed the world. To cut the long story short, I got to understand feminism when I was doing my undergrad.
Yup, it all began to make sense as I connected all the pieces and joined all the dots I had shelved in the back of my mind. I began to identify myself as a Feminist. I felt liberated and free. I spoke my mind. I was daring. Unafraid.
Super confident that I had found a voice in me that had been hidden for the longest time. By the way, no one will ever, speak or say things on your behalf.
If you have issues to say, say them yourself because no one has the time to ever dare think that maybe, you have something to say. Claim your space, let the voice in you roar. So, that was me- Joy. I spoke. I had a voice. I had courage. Somehow, it seems to have vanished.
I have grown so fearful. I am in an abusive relationship. I am in battle with the extreme side of patriarchy. The system is fast killing my spirit. I am bruised.
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