Posts tagged ‘Women’
Let her gather among sisters.
Dropping her cape at the door.
Here, she can be in her natural element.
Soft, vulnerable, open and beautifully feminine.
Her feelings, welcome
Her thoughts, unlimited.
Her laugh, as loud as she wants.
Her words, healing.
She’s a young African woman.
Finding her voice.
One story at a time.
Cooking is not a gender role but a life skill!
Over the past 3 months I’ve had the opportunity to share the same house with different people who’re travelling in and out of the country. As a long-term Airbnb resident, I get the joy of interacting with different people and learning from their stories. Yay! 🙂
However, one of the observations I’ve made is how oftentimes male housemates struggle with food and nutrition.
There’s a Kenyan guy who depended on Festive bread and tea for every meal. And occasionally he’d buy pizza from Pizza Inn. FOR A WHOLE MONTH!!!
There’s also an African-American guy who actually asked me to help him make a cup of coffee. COFFEE!!!
There’s a Ugandan guy who always waited for his girlfriend to prepare his food so that he could eat. EVEN AT MIDNIGHT!!!
Friends, this is the danger of gender roles!
It robs a human being of their capacity to be self reliant. And one can’t surely depend on another for their own food and nutrition. It’s dangerous and anaemic.
However, not all of the guys have been like that.
My good friends, 2 Japanese guys, often used to cook really well and we’d even exchange recipes and ingredients. They even gifted me with a little coffee maker when they left. ❤
My new Kenyan-Tanzanian housemate who upon arrival dropped his bags and went to buy food. He’s staying with his son and is already preparing some food for both of them, along with a serving of good whisky.
And an Indian guy who was often in the kitchen, preparing meals for his wife and himself. His wife barely entered the kitchen for she was unwell. And I saw that he really loved preparing food for her. I’m sure his acts of intimacy rewarded him in the end 😉
Ladies, you know what I mean? When someone takes their time first. God bless such men, we need and value them!
So let’s kick out this nonsense of gender roles and see each other through the God-given lens of purpose roles. If you see the world that way, suddenly you see the magic of being human.
We can really do anything.
Oh, how heavy the load of our hope when we make it the responsibility of One.
Oh, how heavy the load of our dreams when we make them the responsibility of One.
Oh, how heavy the load of our deepest of trust when we make it the responsibility of One.
Oh, how heavy the load of our purest of love when we make it the responsibility of One.
One that isn’t ourselves.
One that isn’t God.
One that just can’t make us whole.
One that genuinely can’t be strong enough to carry it all, even if they truly care.
One who deceives us that All they’ve got it All.
All is not All.
For the last 4 days, a stranger has been calling and texting me using multiple numbers. He knows my name and it’s scary!
It all began with a, “Please help me, I’m homeless” message. It soon graduated to a, “May God forgive you for ignoring me” message. Today I woke up to “Why??? I love you, I’m not giving up” message. Truecaller confirms that it’s been 35 calls and 23 text messages.
After calling the police hotline to report, the officer advised me to visit a police station and make a report and get an OB number.
Yesterday, I visited a police station and as soon as I stated my case, the male officer didn’t even look at me and pointed me to a chair using a pen. I sat down and waited.
When a female officer walked in, she asked me to state my case and immediately referred me to another male officer to help me make a report. It seemed she was the only one making things happen at the police station.
But as soon as she left to handle another matter, the male officer laughed and said he didn’t know what to report about my case. He read through my messages and abandoned my phone at the reception, as soon as another male officer came though with a request for a spare tire.
Luckily, another female officer walked in and immediately attended to my case.
As she recorded my statement and handed over my phone… her male colleagues distracted her with kicks in her shin, spanking her bottom, and another even forced a hug on her. I could see that she was uncomfortable but afraid to tell them to stop.
Walking out of the police station reception, I saw a group of policemen in civilian clothing silently staring at me in a way that made me feel like bolting away.
All I felt was a deep sense of shame and betrayal as a Kenyan woman.
Because it seems that our women are seen as objects, and not whole worthy human beings who deserve respect.