Showing posts from March, 2020

My Difficult Childhood Unknowingly Drove me into Depression; Lily Okeyo

“It is okay not to be okay”. This is a statement taken so casually but carries so much weight. It is estimated that 300 million people worldwide suffer from depression which is the most common type of mental disorder. Kenya happens to be ranked 6th in Africa in the number of depression cases at about 2 million.It is also estimated that 4 in 5 people who commit suicide are depressed at the time of their death. 
The most common causes of depression are biological changes experienced during pregnancy, genetic predisposition, psychological risks and social factors. (WHO, Kenya Mental Health Policy/Act 2014)
Even with the shocking statistics, most people suffering from mental disorders are not aware of their conditions. This is the story of one Lily Okeyo who underwent a prolonged period of depression when she was between the ages of 21 and 23 years. Which resulted to her having several suicide attempts and was almost successful on the fourth attempt. She goes on to explain, “what made the si…

I Will Not Report

I will Not Report by Sarah Masive

I know that a crime has been committed against me, I know that our legal system has laws that should protect me, I know that there are lawyers that would gladly represent me for free, I know, but I will not report this.
Every other day we hear of such cases in court, How the survivors get victimized again by supposed protectors, How the focus shifts from the crime to the character of the victim, As if it is suddenly okay to take someone's money because they didn't put it in their wallet, No, I will not report this.
Have you ever tried to wash away a stubborn stain from a stiff carpet, You could almost use a stone to force it out, That is the same vehemence with which I bathed, I wanted to wash away every thing, every scent, every piece of DNA that could associate me with him, And yet I know that I'd need evidence so, why bother? I will not report this.
You know how learned everyone is today? Every second person you meet is a lawyer or a judge, Armed with …

This Poem

This Poem by ToonHood
This poem is born out of shock, born out of torn wombs inspired by the torn souls of women and girls from countries and regions where war is the breakfast, lunch, dinner and supper, and bomb blasts and gunshots their daily bedtime stories.

This poem is born out of cries of women who when men fear bullets shot to kill them, they count shots from different millitalia, gangs or rebels, that impregnate them and their minds with memories and depressions, so they run to give their wombs a break.
This poem is born of hopelessness in women who once had hope of changing the world but the world ended up changing them;
women whose faces shows no identity,
women whose names dictates no personality,
women who fled to the peaceful countries near them but found no refuge,
women who auction their emotions in the streets to sustain their living,,
women who have sex with different men trying to find out whether they could make love,
women who got raped more times in a day than they got foo…

Dear Mama

Dear Mama by Kimwomi Brian
I’m sorry I’m never appreciative for all the good things you’ve done unto me. Even though my love may seem unrequited to you, best believe my soul is humbled and meek before you. Many are times you’ve shown your selfless motherly love unto me even when the world was not receptive towards me. Always taping my back and assuring me for as long as my heart drums against my ribs I have no reason to lament.
I remember days when you’d serve yourself the lowest share and serve us plenty just to ensure we have more and don’t wake up at wee hours on empty tummies. Instances when we’d take ugali and cooked bananas for lunch, just because we had no vegetables to accompany a balanced diet meal. 

Whenever our neighbors would boast about having a three coarse meal, you always assured us it’s going to be fine. Each time when we would have to scramble for food and you ended up missing, yet you sweat in the kitchen preparing for us.
Days when you would get rained on in the farm,…

Scaling the Height of Patriarchy

Scaling the Height of Patriarchy by Stephen Juma Women are considered the pillars of their families, homemakers, and contributors in society, but some continue to be subjected to oppression and discrimination in any male chauvinist culture.  They can, however, prove to be resilient and independent people who can overcome these challenges and rise to success in a patriarchal society. 
Women of Africa and the African diaspora have been through many challenges that include biased cultural practices, gender discrimination, sexism, racism, economic dependency, among others. Their problems always seem to stem from the fact that they are women.
Understanding Gender Gender, according to Butler is “a social role that is performed” Butler describes gender as something you don’t have but as an identity constituted in time through a stylized repetition of acts (Butler 2004, 157). Children grow up with a notion that they are either boys or girls and internalize the social roles assigned to their respe…

Who is an Ideal Woman?

A while back, I was invited to be part of a mentorship session organised by the alumni of Daraja Academy. The invitation was extended as a motivational speaker and I had a hard time preparing my presentation. 
As I reflected on my High School experience to pick a learning point, one thing came to mind about the autographs we would sign as we left school. There was one question that was common in almost all the autographs I signed, that of, what is your ideal guy or girl? Just like that, I got motivation from my own autograph. One of my friends simply wrote, Ideal guys just like idea gases never exist!
Daraja Academy is a girl’s school and I wanted to be able to relate to the struggles of teenage girls which are often related to becoming an ideal woman. These struggles can either be from within or without. The portrayal by media and social standards of whom an ideal woman should be has created an inner struggle in most young ladies.
Women both young and old have been trapped in the parado…

Dear Dad

Dear Dad by Corazon  Kunyobo
Today the crowd wants to hear me sing your praises, They know I'm a poet; a poem they expect, But I don't know where to start from, I don't know what to say.
Tell me dad, Have I lost a father or a molester? How do I face everyone and say I've lost a father? A father who turned me into his satisfaction tool Every time mother left?
See, I'm not crying for you, You don't deserve it, I cried for you, that day you forced yourself on me I cried for you, the days I felt pain urinating, I cried for you, the nights nightmares of you kept me company.
To you I was a ripe woman, Yet a 12 year old kid to my mum, Did you ever think about her? How she'd feel knowing that you owned the chicken and the chick, How she'd feel knowing that she begotyou a wife?
You became a stranger every time she left, You said you were teaching me adult stuff, You said you'd kill me if I told anyone, You said I was sweeter than her; my mum😭 And so I'd coil at the corner of m…