Socio Political Vagina

You know… I know some intelligent women who are strong, purposeful and hard working. These are women who give back, teach, mentor and lead. Women who take risks so that life can be better for many.

It pains me to see that ever-so-often (And this is me being diplomatic) when they need a helping hand, the men in our communities expect them to prostitute themselves for that help.

You need a bursary and someone reminds you that you have a vagina.

You need a mentor, back to your vagina.

You need start up capital and again your vagina.

Why can’t the men in our spaces lift us up without having to look down at our vaginas.




Forgiveness is a heavy road. It’s also a lonely road.

“It’s a decision you have to make by yourself, and not just for others, but also for you.”

Now, I have heard this being said in many ways and by many people. At times, I too have experienced snippets of this wisdom in my own life…I am however, finding it extraordinarily difficult to do so at the moment.

I always let myself get worked up about things I cannot change. And now here I sit with writers block and whole lot of anger. Most of it misplaced and exaggerated over time. My pride won’t let me back down, so I won’t even see reason. At what point in this journey will God step in? Maybe He is already here… Maybe He has always been here. Waiting.

Maybe my level of unforgiveness is the reason I am not seeing God move and change situations in my life. The very pride that consumes me and hinders me from being reasonable might be the very reason I see very little good in my situation.