gender posts

The issue of social change pertaining women can only transform when women themselves, come to the Awakening of their selves. The idea of transformation and policy can only work when women who are in strategic positions within the political, social and economic spheres are able to talk and stand up for themselves. At the moment in South Africa there seems to be number of women in strategic position within the public and government fields, but very few of them are making tangible change in the advancement of women’s right in their constituency. We have political organization that have women’s league, who have not utilized their positions in the leagues to advance the general South African woman rights.
As a woman is involved in youth politics and activism, it worries me when still I cannot find adequate writings and books on Afrikan woman, who were part of the movements to liberate South African, woman in Afrikan stories of liberation have no names, rather there are attributed as ‘women”. Where is their identity and what are their names?

Because she has battle lines. Her markes tell a story that only we can understnd. you see the lines of Afrikan greats and the tears of her soul for this mother forsaking land.She is Bantu, she is Ashanti, She has even been called Azania, some choose to call her Afrika. I call her woman




Religion and "traditionalism", has screwed up the lives of many women and societies views of woman . Christian doctrines, Islamic doctrines and traditional believes. 
The God i know in my bible is a God that has no gender based bias, Afrikan cultures that i have studied and continue to study shows the construct of female oppression being an import from unAfrikan cultures. 
So when we think about what God says about women or what Afrikan tradition says about women, lets remove borrowed knowledge and dig for true knowledge. 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FETryXMpDl8

My blackness and gender blinds the world from my abilities. My blackness and gender gives a story that has already been summed up for and about me.

Until i speak in my white sounding English accent, the white woman stops and smiles, forgetting that i to, like the "garden boy and kitchen girl" i too am black. That the garden boy and the kitchen girl are my mother and father. My English allows me to sit on their table, to discuss the weather, but not business.

My gender causes confusion, as i rather speak to the white boss directly and not throught his white secretary. But the anger comes out when i rather speak to his black worker rather then his secretary.
My blackness accompanied by my breasts, seems to cause more confusion. I speak the English accent that opens up the door to speak about the weather with the white man, but my gender and my blackness opens the door to speak about what is for dinner with the black man.

My blackness and gender scares the world, because no one knows what it can do in 2016.

My Dark Afrikan sun kissed skin, forms part of my heritae as an Afrikan woman. Weather i may have ashy skin or not, it can and will never take away from my beauty, wheather my hair fits your social mold or not, it will never take away from my Afrikaness. I am an woman with skin kissed by the harch, but loving Afrikan sun.