There are often comparisons between Feminism and African Feminism with the lines being as Black and White as they are Grey. African Feminism conquers from Love rather than attempting to describe itself.
Since I’ve Loved You Africa, I have had more questions for you than answers.
I have wondered throughout it all, if all you have to offer me is anomalies, contradictions, histories of heart break and hesitations to fulfil your own aspirations. I often stand back watching on the news the attacks on the peace and reputations of those who dare to touch you where it hurts.
I have come to learn, as best captured by Wangari Maathai, that the challenges before you do “not only stem from national and international policies, but are also moral, spiritual, cultural and even psychological in nature.” Coming into my Womanhood, my direction has had to shift from questioning and theorising to a bolder reality of believing that you have been courting me all along, waiting for me to avail myself to lean into the required implementations and touch you where it hurts.
The mammoth responsibility to alter institutional deficits and defeat Goliath; mean a need for the bold rejection of the norms of Development which have for decades been geared specifically at emulating Western success stories, yet only leading to the further diminishing and disempowering of your economies, industries and children; stunting your growth, delaying the coming of your glory days.
Since I’ve Loved You Africa, You have been a prayer praying itself in. You have been educating your children only to lose them to opportunities in the West. You have been seeking, warring, conferencing, trying, allowing all to Gift you to themselves. Allowing plunder.
Our Men, in efforts to keep afloat have lead themselves into leaning into realities of villainization, so much so that even in Peaceful states, they have no Peace, wreaking havoc in their own homes.
Those men who survive the trials and temptations many lean into, are often falling victim to the damages caused by the majority communally, nationally and continentally, because of the Watered down strength within the Values which Biko, even in his grave thirsts for.
Our Women, Our Women. Us.
Thandiswa Mazwai says we have forgotten who birthed us. In all honesty I cannot help but agree. The mere mentioning of the Noun, Pronoun, Verb, Adverb, Adjective “African Woman” is a lot to be, to carry, to embody.
It is the responsibility of being, that makes burdensome the blessing endowed upon us by the honour of choosing Womanhood, as an African.
Since I’ve loved you Africa, you have not ceased to be fruitful. Feeding not only your own, but the entire world.
While those opposed to the African Renaissance seek a Prophet or Three to plunder you have raised Tens of Millions within your 1.2 Billion Leaderful Family.
Since I’ve Loved You Africa, You have proved that even with the pains exerted on you by external factors, you are a friendly face, befriending by choice the Russias and China’s of the world.
My love for you has kept me up many nights. In the Cold. Considering mostly how to begin to be this Noun, Pronoun, Verb, Adverb, Adjective “African Woman”.
Oh Motherland, Faith without Action is dead the Holy book says.
But you are action and Power all on your own.