I went to a pub close to home today to unwind and learn about my new environment in Senegal.
I climbed to the roof top with my 2nd class of red wine and sat on a table with a young man.
He wasn't overly dressed.. I could tell he was a local who wasn't well to do..
He was slightly tattered but honestly I love conversations and he looked like a simple guy.
We talked .. He didn't speak much English so it was half half conversation
Before an hour 2 male friends of his joined the table..One from Guinea and the other from Senegal..
I could tell this was the routine- A bottle or 2 of beer before they ended the day.
I gisted with them and lauged...
I was about to leave so i I paid for my drink and told them it was a pleasure.
But before I stood up, he whispered in my ear 'How much..I want to take u home'
I was shocked but laughed it off..
I'm not a sex worker I told him.. I just came to have a drink.. He apologised but followed me downstairs..maybe to him this was part of the game and I needed to to be cajoled...
I saw his shock and disappointment as I left the bar
As I left i wondered what could have made that impression.. I wore a maxi dress, cardigan and flip flop.. I certainly didn't look like i was hustling.
But it dawned on me that the mere act of going to a bar on my own and chatting with men branded me a prostitute.
My work and what you see is not my fight in the feminist agenda. My personal life is where my fight resides.
It's in the way I choose to live without wanting kids or getting married.
The way I challenged the uncle everyone feared at age 14
The way I date and get intimate with who I want unapologetically...
The way I go to shacks, gather women 15/20 Years older and teach them how to masturbate and negotiate sex.
The way I crave a blunt and I go get it on my own, whilst my weed guys instruct their male customers not to talk to me as I do not like to be disturbed.
The way I go to police stations to talk to the officers on violence against women..
Ever since I can remember the one thing I have wanted was my own space- not even a car.
When you ask my sister what my dream home is, they will tell you -An estate.
But here I was sleeping on the floor everyday for the last 4 years!
I never share my personal life but I feel compelled to share even though my whole body is fighting it.
I started lolotalks 8 years ago with a webcam when I was in the university. This was during my 2nd degree..
But I want to zoom in on the last 4 years today.
I had wanted an office in my home - where I can work and create content.
I had a choice- Keep the bed or make the place an office. I chose the office.
I was broke- this was my daily reality.
I cleared the room and got a plastic table!! My God I was so happy!
At 3 months old, my family cut out of clitoral head (FGM1) because they didn't want me to grow up to be promiscuous.
This was never disclosed to me till I was an adult whilst I was educating my younger sisters about FGM and its implications.
Naturally, I am curious about my body and I teach about sex and pleasure- I noticed that I didnt have a clitoral head but never wanted to believe that it was due to FGM
I assumed I just didnt have a thick clitoral tissue even though direct stimulus to the clit hurts and I need to work around the clitoris to find the spot that external tissue where most of the pleasure nerves is located was cut.
7 Ways to Teach YOUR children Consent without mentioning SEX.
1.Teach Your Children To Say NO
Teaching kids to say no might seem like an insignificant gesture, but the impact goes a long way especially in African cultures where children are not encouraged to be assertive or disagree with an adult as its seen as disrespectful.
This kind of parenting condition children to accept anything an adults says or does as superior and correct, passing the message that their own opinions and decisions do not matter when talking to adults.
Uwa was raped & killed in Redeem church, which did nt acknowledge her death until public opinion forced them
If ur church-or any church-is more focused on protecting its name than protecting its congregants,why are u not enraged? What value does ur church place on u as a woman?
Women make up the majority of the congregation and church workers- offering themselves tirelessly year in year out.
The church is now a danger zone for women - so what actions are your churches putting in place to ensure women's safety?
When pastors are accused of violence and celebrated, bad behaviour in men enabled with scriptures and the silence of women exhorted.