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Feminism shmeminism!

Sometimes I'm not sure where to begin with a post. After its been a while I feel like I have all these thoughts in my head and I'm about to explode! It must be the writer's equivalent of blue balls I think.

Speaking of thinking, I'm thinking right now of where in the world to begin. Aha! I've got it. I'll rant That's what I'll do. After all according to the stereotypical outline of a black African woman it comes oh so naturally..right? Or am I wrong? I digress. I'm ranting supposed but about by the way...oh! yes the ludicrous amounts of Woman and girl child human rights abuses happening right now, yes even NOW as you mouth this very syllable. A woman is being raped. A child is being forced into things the most debauched  of minds would find abominable. Even a woman is being humiliated and dehumanized through battery which without a doubt leads murder, the most brutal kind.

I ask this sincerely:
Why are we as a society allowing this madness of sorts to repeatedly manifest behind the closed doors of our closest neighbours?
Our not as distant as assumed relatives?
Our very flesh and bone as the oppressed and / or the oppressor through traditionalist misdemeanour's?

We live in a world were leaders as an addition to followers of Religious fanatics, manics and radicals are enraged at the very idea of a woman being educated. EDUCATION! for the love of all things - EDUCATION. One of the most basic of rights. A right that enables young girls to see beyond the dowry. A right that permits the exploration of some mental diamonds in the rough so they too can have their moment to shine and yet alas a 'man' shall say no to such empowerment.
Don't they get it? Do you? Has it never occurred to the most aggressive of misogynists that in the words of Caiphus Semenya "a woman has a right to be".
Not because we want to rule the world or rid the universe of the male species or even erase the value and purpose of men in society; at least those men that show up when they ought to.
NO!
We, and I say this subjectively want to clothe our families! We want help others in similar predicaments laced in the memories of our very own pasts so that they too can be enabled towards better lives.
Lives that are not dependent, not just on men but on anyone else as a whole.
We as women need more than anything to be equipped beyond our circumstances.
To feel safe because when push comes to shove we can deal with any upheaval that materializes.

You may attribute the rarity of this blatancy to denial, arrogance, fear or the pop culture that now surrounds feminism. But let's be uncouthly honest for a moment:

Women need men's support not their adversity.  

This post is not about me burning my bra and screaming from the top of the RBZ building. For one, I don't think they would let me up there and two, I quite like this bra so NO! I'm not one of 'those' feminists. I'm am me , airing out my rants for the search engines to stumble upon.
Hoping that somehow some way I too have been heard and understood. That some how,  some way through these words the pain and heartache I feel for those beautiful little Chibok girls is understood.
The anguish I feel for the numerous young women in India that have been raped and hung.
how forlorn I am that even back home within the confines of matrimony itself a woman still is treated as though her sexuality is not her own.

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A satirical look at the Economics of Two Cows.

Post by Prof. Dr. Gerald Hüther.

#EPICFAIL: John McCain calls Nigerian Pres. Goodluck Jonathan 'some' dude...

Should I be incensed or rolling on the floor from the giggles?  *shrug*
 What's your take?
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John McCain wants to send US troops into Nigeria, ignoring "some guy" named Goodluck Jonathan pic.twitter.com/EgyUDMY1FB
— Geoffrey York (@geoffreyyork) May 14, 2014

This Thing

Sadness, we don’t always scrutinize its history its root cause. I’m not a shrink so I am not about to provide Latin definitions of depression, sadness and general lowness.

What I do know is there’s this thing that makes me sad…this thing ...sucks the joy out of me...hell I can’t even mention it because well it jeopardises one of my most favourite things in the world. 

When this thing is done with me I feel...worthless, unappreciated and enslaved. I feel a level of fury cannot contain.

A speck of dust a wrongly constructed sentence could send sparks flying. This thing... is Diablo inspired...rooted in evil...covered in the blood of others just as me who are stuck in a thorny place of passion and poverty.

Love and contaminated efforts flushed down with semantics and sanitizer.

This place may be destiny fulfilled...it may be a truck stop of severely stale food in a shitty service station. 

Fuck!

It might even be my penance for passion over the realities of life.

 Everything about it is worn and torn out by pigs who’d sooner eat their own flesh than save another. This thing is life as I know it... my moulded, rat nibbled, super skinny slice of daily bread.

There’s this thing that makes me sad.

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Stand

What is it about me you adore?

Is it too significant to ignore?

I don’t carry myself lightly,

Even if people and surrounding things try smite me into oblivion,

Yet still I carry on.

Tormented loneliness in my soul,

No, that’s not a window in my eye it’s a gaping hole.

 

Once I lost control,

All for love,

Its loss and echoing emptiness,

I ‘AM’ OUT OF CONTROL!

My emotions are on a roll,

Doing the pantsula, kicking dust in the air,

I breathe in contempt, NO! I am NOT content,

With the best of it,

I guess it’s the rest of me I should be worried about.

 

Once again I’m out and about, wondering,

Where is she?

Where is the one and only,

Whose body is as holy as a temple?

Let’s get rid of this phony,

‘Cause right now I can’t tell…

Is she here with me?

Buried deep under a lot more of me?

I think I met her once her name was Stephanie.

We’d skip gleefully through the dark corridors of life,

Hand in hand,

‘Thicker’ than thieves.

I told her “you have my heart” and she cut off her sleeves.

Dammit! Have you seen  her?

‘Cause it’ll be like bringing in the sheaves when we are finally together.

 

When she comes around,

If…

I’m still hopeful,

Shit! I’m living on a prayer so…

When she comes around,

Crown her…

If your wallet is under

Do it on a budget

Bow down but don’t lie…

Just let her, even for a minute …Stand

Just…let her do it,

For this moment…

 Let her Stand.