How I found my voice through feminism

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when i was 21

i was physically assaulted

i was wrestled down to the ground and

choked

three dirty fingers were thrust down my

throat

and they scratched until i could not

scream

nothing prepares you for such an

experience

i still remember where i was

and what i was wearing

i remember the colors on the wall the

smell of the place

and the look on the faces of the people

who hurt me

i’ve always been a big girl in size so

lying in a

fetal position on a strange floor

was something i would never have

imagined for myself

i asked myself how something that i

just hear about could be happening to

someone like me

even though the people who hurt me were

strangers

we got engrossed in a battle

that took over most of my life and those

closest to me

people always say i have a very bubbly

personality

so i continued to live

to smile and to simply exist

but people did not know that under all

the jokes and laughs

was a young woman who was still trapped

in her misfortune

now 2017 saw the rise of the metoo

movement

spotlight was shared on harvey weinstein

a top hollywood executive who was

accused of harassing

so many women most of the people who

came

up and spoke against him were top

hollywood stars

i resonated with the with the me too

movement

because i still had not found a voice to

share my experience

looking at all the famous women on stage

all the famous women

coming out speaking against him i asked

myself a question

if women coming from privilege

have been unable to share their stories

until now

what more women like me

where do we take our stories

where do we share our pain

is there a need for us to come together

and create a platform

where our voices could be heard

taking into account my inability to

voice out my pain

i closely followed the movement

women who were leading the discussions

were feminists

and as a woman who has proudly

identified herself as a feminist

i decided that feminism would be the

right vehicle

that would channel my story

i got all that energy and finally i

decided to create

zambian feminists on facebook

zambian feminist is an online platform

and blog

over the years we have managed to reach

women

in zambia and also other parts of the

continent

with almost 40 000 followers and a

monthly reach of

over a hundred thousand people we

have successfully created a community

that is not limited by wars

through the page i’ve managed to reach

so

many people from so many parts of the

country

the first thing i decided to do was

write about my own experience as a

survivor of physical assault

it was something that i had never yet

publicly spoken about

this is because i still had unresolved

issues with my pain

and resolved issues with the experience

and the fact that i knew

i did not get the justice i deserved

so i decided to write about my

disappointment

my anger and the fact that i had no

control over something

these people decided to do to me

i put all that into words and put it on

the internet

i was amazed by the responses i got

so many women from different parts of

the country

also had a story to tell a story

just like my own for the first time

i did not feel alone

i was amazed

by the responses but i realized that as

much as people resonated with me

they were still afraid to share their

own stories

culture plays a huge role in how women

decide to share their stories

taboos and societal expectations hold

women back

i realized then that there’s so much

more to discuss than just harassment

i also felt that we need to address the

pain that

many women go through pain that cannot

be displayed

picture this molenga is a young woman

she’s riding in the back seat of the car

next to her is a bag of unused baby

clothes

she’s too tired and sore to talk

in the front seat of the car is

mulenga’s husband

driving and on the passenger side

is mulenga’s mother awkward silence

pierces the car

as they are stuck in lusaka rush hour

traffic

mulenga gave birth to a stillborn baby

boy

no christ came from the baby to announce

his arrival into the world

instead of excitement fear engulfed her

as the baby was taken away from the body

it had called home for nine months

traditionally still born babies

do not count so early in the morning

the matriarchs of mulenga’s family came

and got the baby

and buried him in an undisclosed

location

she never got to say goodbye she never

got to hold the baby

and from the time that it happened she

had been encouraged to

just be strong

she was going back home to an empty nest

while her entire body was still in

mother mode

writing about mulenga gave me the

opportunity to highlight the silent pain

that many women

in our country go through mulenga

represents our mothers

she represents our sisters our cousins

and even our friends

after i posted that story online i

received

so many responses from many women who

had experienced

that loss that heartbreak

you cannot define or describe

many women got the opportunity through

the comment section on facebook

to describe their loss to describe their

pain

and for some they took the opportunity

to finally

name the babies they had lost

storytelling is my medium of choice

through a feminist perspective

i believe that for us to bring

change that is sustainable we need to

get

comfortable with being uncomfortable we

need

to discuss those stories that make

people feel uncomfortable and uneasy in

their seats

we need to show that culture plays a

huge role

in how we show ourselves to the world in

how we present our identities

i decided that maybe we should push it a

little bit further

and write something that i knew my

mother would probably not be

proud of so i decided

let’s talk about labia elongation and

how

many women in our country have gone

through it

but many are still afraid to talk about

it

labia elongation happens to so many

women in zambia

and across africa writing about it made

me feel

so scared i felt like i was

writing about something so sacred in

taboos i was worried that the ancestors

would come and strike me on my computer

but it happens to so many women and it

is an

open secret that is passed on from one

generation

to the other me not writing about it

would be failing the younger girls

coming

in our footsteps younger girls who still

do not

understand their bodies and the fact

that what we choose to do with our

bodies

must be solely left to us as women

i believe that every young girl deserves

that option

by staying silent on things that affect

us

we deny people who are hurting the

privilege to speak

out women who have had problems

conceiving

women who are unable to hurt their

babies

women who do not understand their bodies

know their sexualities

we need to get comfortable with being

uncomfortable i’m always being

told that feminism is a man-hating

machine

that it is there to make women feel

bigger than men

that what happens to women also happens

to men

i’m always being told that maybe i’m

practicing it wrongly

it is very an african

or maybe i should just leave it to the

white women

but feminism is about reclaiming a voice

that is silenced

before it is heard it is about standing

in the spotlight

and using your truth to reach many women

who are going through the same

exact problem you might be going it is

about

breaking down patriarchal structures

that benefit a select

few feminism is about reclaiming your

voice as a woman

reclaiming your experience and

reclaiming

your pride we need to create platforms

that will be there for many women to

feel counted

heard and appreciated we need to create

platforms where women can talk about

their

experience and highlight the issues and

struggles they’ve had

involving physical and sexual assault

we need to encourage women and also men

to look at themselves look at our

culture

look it in the eye and dare to ask

dare to question dare to challenge

and dare to be different we need to get

comfortable with being uncomfortable

when i was 21

i was physically assaulted but

when i was 31 i finally

found my voice

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