So I have this problem, right?

This has been a great year for me, btw.

I’ve decided to take the #KillAllMen approach of feminism, which I will explain to you in the future. But first I should tell you about this problem I have which led me to join the #KillAllMen battalion of the feminist army.

I have learned that all oppressors and people in privileged positions know exactly what is going on, and therefore I need not waste my energy educating anyone about their oppressive ways, nor about the advantages they enjoy at the expense of everyone else. THEY KNOWWWW BETTER. This started when racism became a thing to me (Only after I moved to South Africa  did I see white people treating indigenous citizens as though the latter’s presence in their own home is a disturbance to the former’s life..) Anyway, I surfed twittersphere to get a feel of racism from people who’ve been living consciously with it much longer than I have. 

Silent tweeting, twatching, scrolling and getting lost in this world I saw some very interesting people and I found exactly what i was looking for – critical discussions about race, call out culture on fleek and Black Twitter getting racists fired from their jobs. So many insights and leads for me to follow to find great writings on the race situation in the world. It was great. When I was satisfied, I had to find out how these spaces behaved around feminist conversation. 

Okay, so the problems now. Confusion. Self doubt. WTF-ness all around.

When I saw these women’s liberation conversations happen, I noticed something strange. That the same people who don’t want to be racisted want to sexist women.

Hau? Guys?

Weren’t we fighting for everyone to be free?

When did it become a fight for your freedom alone? 

I was doubting myself. Is feminism really a thing that is necessary? Maybe they’re right, I’m trying to break up the black family so that I run away with a white man and enjoy the economic benefits he reaps from [my] black man’s sweat. Maybe feministing is just another tool of white racism to divide and conquer the black community. Maybe feministing is just another route away from my culture, the way things should be. I’m running farther and farther away from my roots. Maybe through feministing I have lost my way… 

That is how the black man made me feel about wanting to be released from under his foot – that I was betraying my blackness. That was my problem.

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Who Fears Death, by Nnedi Okorafor

Hello, it’s me.

I recently read an African sci-fi novel from a feminist author, YAAS. If you remember, I vowed to only read from African authors primarily, women take priority over men. Should I compromise on this vow I’ll read from people of color, but NO WHITE AUTHORS.

Back to the Goddess, Nnedi Okorafor. I met her. At African Futures, I was there specifically to hear her reading and hopefully get to chat with her (which I did) and she is lovely. I love that she read her book the way I did with the little voice in my head, we might be soul-twins.

About the book. It’s set in the future, a distant future where computers are ancient and traditional magic practices are widely accepted. That’s what I first loved about it. Perhaps it speaks to my belief that in order for us to move forward we should remember who we are and love ourselves? I’m not referring to that imaginary pre-colonialism Africa was a happy peaceful place when we all shat rainbows and farted out fairy-dust, I’m looking at you traditionalist, sexist African man. Anyway, yes, the story follows Onyenoswu (translated: Who fears death) who is a magical being born of evil and goes on to save the world. Not exactly like that, she’s a “normal” girl, she gets her mensies, she falls in love and does the sex, she makes friends and they fight, she hates authority and is a spoiled brat – I know, sounds just like me, right? That’s precisely what makes this book addictive. It’s *relatable.

And when I was done with it, well, I had that gap left in one’s soul at the end of December vacation. I miss the friends I made in the book and I want to read them again, I want to know if my favorite couples makes babies.

(*My spell-check thinks this isn’t a real word, lol)

The Beginning

I’ve adopted a system: “Work all week. Slack all Weekend.” I put this system into place for the first time during this week and I LOVE IT.

Now, in this weekend of slack I have decided to spend all day (Saturday) in the computer lab, watching YouTube videos. What a waste of time, right? Wrong. I decided to start first by watching videos of a young lady I admire- she’s a Panda. She reads a lot and reviews interesting books. Also, she is a feminist. Another favorite tweep whose YouTube channel I visited on this day is Ubuntu, who is a male feminist. Notice a pattern? Continue reading