My Afrikan Feminism

10 May

I am a woman of Afrikan origin who embraces and celebrates the knowledge that, like all women, she is a personification of the Goddess and that she is a part of a sisterhood that has been celebrated and venerated in a past age but is, in the present age, oppressed and is weakened but not defeated. Accosted but not destroyed. When asked to define Afrikan feminism I say that Afrika is one big beautiful calabash filled with different and magnificent colours, shapes and sizes of stones, seeds, sands, waters and flora. I am one of those and I know that although I am an individual I am also a part of a whole. A family of creation. My core feels deeply and widely because it is not just my pain and sorrow or elation I feel when I feel but it is the feelings of the other occupants of this bag, however different they maybe from me. My feminism comes in when I identify with my warrior self. She whose quest is not to conquer and destroy, but to empower the members of her community – in its entirety and diversity – but especially the members of the sisterhood. Those who know what I know but have forgotten over time and space. Her quest is to remind them that they have the power to choose, not just to survive but to live and manifest the Goddess in them. It is not about getting them to walk my path – because mine is set out just for me – but to find their own set out just for them individually and choose to walk them. I seek not to teach them the ways of others but to teach them to find their own way as others have, whatever those ways may be.

This continent, our Mother, tells a story of beauty, of love, of hatred, of freedom, of oppression, of joy, of sorrow, of anger, of spirituality, of faith, of wisdom, of knowledge, of science, of magic, of tears, of laughter, of music, of dance, of passion, of sexuality, of sensuality, of death, of unity, of conflict, of family, of friendship, of loyalty, of acceptance, of hospitality, of rejection, of animosity, of hunger, of plenty, of abundance, of wealth, of generosity, of theft, of sacrifice, of loyalty, of betrayal, of envy, of jealousy, of pride, of heaven, of hell, of destruction, of creation but most of all, a story of strength and resilience, a story of survival. A story of Life. A story that cannot be told by one person or told only once or told in just one way or in just one voice. Hers is a never ending story.

They call Her the “dark continent” and tell stories of desolation and destruction but no light has ever shone brighter than the light that She shines and that is why She remains the most coveted in the world. She represents each and every woman born to Her and we represent Her. She is the beginning and She shall be the end, whenever She chooses it to be so. This is the story of the Afrikan woman. The Afrikan feminist. For as long as we continue to wear the shackles around us, the shackles around our minds and our bodies, She too shall She continue to wear the shackles around Herself; In solidarity and in mourning. No one can tell Afrika who She is and no one can tell you who you are. No one but yourself. Not the ram of patriarchy nor the serpent of matriarchy. Just you. My feminism is not to tell you who you should be but to tell you, and them, who I am. To pave the way for you to do the same if you so choose and hopefully I will inspire you to make the choice to choose for yourself too sister. That is my Afrikan Feminism.

© Doreen Victoria Gaura/ Colouredraysofgrey, 2012


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7 responses to “My Afrikan Feminism

  1. Niv Bachu

    May 10, 2012 at 9:33 am

    Such a beautiful piece my friend. I took about an hour to read it because it’s so rich and I often had to just stop smile and ponder about a line. I said it the other day, you have to believe in yourself because this is it right here, you are remarkable, to be able to capture opinions, feelings/emotions, thoughts…the way you do, makes you this ‘phenomenal woman’. Its super cool to be a part of your development/growth processes in life. thank you. love.x

    • colouredraysofgrey

      May 10, 2012 at 10:28 am

      Thank you so much honey! Your support means a lot 🙂 xx

  2. panafricanprincess

    May 17, 2012 at 2:04 am

    ummmm…. was this inspired by a certain chat we had when you were home? I love the way it is written!

  3. colouredraysofgrey

    May 17, 2012 at 7:16 am

    Lol!! No, not really. I wrote this last year some time, no doubt after having to defend my Doreeness to someone, but it was a draft and i just kinda stopped midway because i wasn’t feeling it and I kinda forgot about it for a while. only came across it again last week when I was looking for another document and I just picked up where I had left off. Needless to say, I still haven’t completed the article I was looking for when I found this one. I guess it’s still not ready to be written yet. & thanks honey :).

    p.s. which chat are you referring to again? lol! we chat about a whole bunch of things at one time you and I but yeah probably, it might have subconsciously inspired a line or 2 lol!!

  4. juliejuma

    September 4, 2012 at 3:41 pm

    Hi i was searching on the net about feminism in Africa and i stumbled across your page..i love your blog…beautiful writing and i admire your for standing up to who you are…Godbless# as for feminism i support it 100%

  5. Sharon G. McRae

    October 24, 2012 at 12:02 am

    Hello Ms. Gaura,I am a student at the University of Washington, Seattle. I am presenting a poster on African Immigrants at a conference aimed at eliminating health disparities. I wish to use the African image on my poster, and need your permission. The conference date is October 30. Your response in the affirmative will be greatly appreciated.

    Sharon G. McRae, ARNP
    PhD Student
    University of Washington, Seattle

    • colouredraysofgrey

      October 24, 2012 at 8:33 pm

      Hi Sharon,

      I am afraid the permission is not mine to give. I got that picture off the internet on Google images. I can’t even remember the site i got it from. I am sorry i can’t be of more help. All the best


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