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Introducing myself and my journal: Defining me

About Me:
I am twenty twenty four years old (just one more month to get there!), female with an inectious smile. I am passionate about women's rights, women's issues, women's problems, women's long as it affects women, it affects me. I study law at the University of Nairobi and my keen area is on Women in the Legal Process (not a surprise by now) as well as International Humanitarian Law.....because women tend to suffer most in armed conflicts.

I also love writing and poetry (open mic more specifically). When I am not working, I am either reading, writing (poetry and fiction) or on World Pulse :). I believe in Change and draw inspiration from Mahatma Karamchand Ghandi who said I should become the change I want to see.

I am also a volunteer in the Humanist Movement and love helping out with kids.

I work during the day, attend class in the evening and have fun during the weekends.......all that is me.

My Passions:
Advancing Women's Rights in Kenya

My Challenges:
Finding time for myself

My Vision for the Future:
Equality and equity

My Areas of Expertise:


Navalayo's picture

I agree, its a curse.

My favourite school of thought (at least the one that makes sense the most) is the Utilitarian school. Here, they believe that whatever has maximum benefits is good, while whatever has most disadvantages is bad. If you then put being a man or woman on the same scales, it is obvious that being a man is better.

Think about it. A girl has more problems when she is born compared to a boy. Hardly are you five years old and you have to learn to 'act like a girl' which means picking the plates from the table for your older sister to wash. School is another problem if you are unfortunate enough to be born in the rural area, where schooling the girl is pointless. In my rural home (we call it 'Ushago' in the common Swahili slang), families still up to today educate their girls only up to the primary level. After that they are ripe for marriage! My own cousin got married at just twelve years old, AND WITH HER PARENTS' CONSENT! Whatever arguments the rest of us had to offer were irrelevant.

Anyway, going back to the thread of 'unfortunates', you become a teenager and can hardly get out of the house without saying to where, with who and for how long, which is usually after permission has been granted. You are naive enough to sleep with this one guy and you end up pregnant. He ends up going scott free after completely denying that the child is his (but will come back later in life when the child is successful).

If I am lucky enough to get by without getting pregnant, I sample sex while struggling not to get pregnant. Contraceptives are not free and I have no idea where to get them from in the first place! So one month is one stress after another, until I am safe again and will go back the same road the next month as if I had never learnt a thing!

My brothers get to watch TV all day as I cook, clean, air, scrub, lay the table, set the food and clean up afterwards. I am still tired but I am the one to wake up and cook again after my father comes back home late at night. Not forgetting I have to read, exams always seem to catch up with me and at the same time need to see my friends and do the things I like.

I am the one to get pregnant, the one with mood swings, the one to agonize over the baby while hubby dearest is in someone else's bed. I am the one who gets HIV and learn about it during the clinic attendance instead of from my husband. I give birth and feel the pain alone. The best he can do is show up with a bunch of plastic flowers. I worry about my boss not laying me off because it’s my third pregnancy in three years and he can’t keep on paying while I am pregnant.

I am the one to take care of the kids, to wash and bathe them, to make sure they are satisfied and dry in bed. I wait for him when he comes home late reeking alcohol and I endure the beating he will give me for not cooking well if he could have done better.

When I look back, I can’t help but wish I was born a man.

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