Month: April 2015

Feminism10 Comments

Can it end with me?

Kenyan Feminist

I have been sexually harassed for 20 years of my life. I have grown up and lived most of my life in a society where touching and talking inappropriately to women, myself included, has become all too normal, and in all spheres of society. My first experience with this reality dates back to 20 years ago. A certain green dress is etched in that memory. Not only because it was a beautiful dress, given to me as a gift, but more because the first day I wore that dress, at the age of 12 was my first experience with sexual … Continue reading Can it end with me?

Uncategorized2 Comments

A Kenyan’s plea for Somali refugees

Kenyan Feminist

During my first year at the university I met a young Congolese woman. I would meet her in class, and in some cases sit next to her, but other than the occasional hallo, I never got to talk to her much. She spent a lot of her time alone and seemed to be in her on world. On one occasion, the two of us were paired for an assignment. At that time I knew very little about the war in Congo. As we were discussing our assignment one day, I asked her whether the war had affected her family. I … Continue reading A Kenyan’s plea for Somali refugees

Politics3 Comments

Out of the ashes of apathy, Kenya must rise

Kenyan Feminist

Something is not right in Kenya. Something is amiss. Something needs to be done, and that something needs to be done NOW! Something needs to be done URGENTLY about the apathy that is currently characteristic of Kenyan society, because it is saying too much, and I don’t know what to make of it. Last week I wrote about a woman that  was publicly raped at 7am, in Nairobi, by a street boy/man, and people did nothing. If anything, they talked and made jokes about the incident. In the same article I talked about the different ways that Kenyans have responded … Continue reading Out of the ashes of apathy, Kenya must rise

Feminism11 Comments

I fear that you will not protect me

Kenyan Feminist

A woman was raped right outside my office in broad day light, as the public watched. A colleague of mine happened to overhear the street vendors discussing and joking about the incident. The woman, who is alleged to be a sex worker was laying unconscious by the road side, and a street boy/man decided to have his way with her. The street vendors watched and went about their business because she was a sex worker. My guess is that a sex worker, who had passed out, they imagined that there was nothing to rescue her from; after all she had … Continue reading I fear that you will not protect me