So the World celebrated The International Women’s Day yesterday – which is a good thing, don’t get me wrong – but, what happens today?
Do we go back to the shadows where women are beaten, downtrodden, objectified, maligned et cetera, et cetera?
Yesterday, this thought played in my mind all day.
The thought played in my mind that right as we speak, there’s a woman somewhere being raped, pummelled into the ground from manly fists, railroaded into sexual slavery and all unsavoury thoughts you can think of.
I am tired of societies false platitudes and putting band-aids on sore wounds.
We as a people must continue to raise strong women. Women who rise above adversity to say no. Women who call bullshit what it is. Women who know themselves and love themselves. Women who would make a difference to their progeny and generations to come…
This is not about 1 day. It’s about a lifetime!
I am every woman. A survivor by many miles. I don’t need a day to tell me who I am ‘cos I already know who I am.
It’s never a comfortable topic to write about the abuse of the girl-child and even grown women and an issue most would like to wish away and hide under the veil of humour. Yet, the statistics and spate of abuse and violation of females are horrendous.
A lot of times, violation comes from close quarters. These incidents leave a not so strong female broken, disillusioned, embittered and bearing the burden of guilt and shame. Her silence costs her everything and it takes a lot of grace for a victim to overcome the burden of violation.
Society has not helped by casting silent and even vocal blame on victims, thereby making their burden a lot heavier and their silence more ominous.