This evening, a friend tagged me on a rather interesting article on Facebook, which raised many ideas in me and enriched thoughts that I had about feminism. This article was about a group of Kenyan women living in the village of Umoja, who created their own community filled with women only.
These women, living constantly in the fear of men, because of persecutions through the patriarchal system, weren’t free to be themselves, they weren’t free to simply be at all. I re-read the article dozens of times by finding this radical and beautiful at once. It was amazing to see women fighting for their freedom.

Umoja women

The first time I heard the word feminism, was when watching the clip of Beyoncé, Flawless, in 2013. At the beginning of the song we can hear a speech from the author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, speaking about women’s rights. It revealed something that I had not noticed before. As a result, I did not really know whether I was a feminist because I was shaking on current music, or because I felt concerned by women who had fought for our rights for years, fought for something that should be earned naturally: EQUALITY.

I first found it not necessary fighting for something that was so logical, but on a natural atrocious need of belonging to a group, and impact our society, I started from simple statements:

  • Genetically am I a woman? Yes.
  • Do I want to fight for my rights, and those of the women around ? Hell Yes!

OK. I’m fighting for mixed equality. I’m a feminist.

Today, I realize that I was all wrong, those statements do not make anyone a feminist. It’s only human.

The word feminism is so used at random. It is enough for a person to answer to :
“Hey, your skirt is super short!” by : 
“WHAT? You said my skirt was short! I’m a woman! I wear what I want! Girl Power!”

I’m at a journalism school, and last time, our professor told us to write about a subject that was important to us. A classmate, embarked on a so-called “feminist” speech.
The content curled slightly on “We women, control the world! We are above men. Yeah! Come on girl!

At that moment, I was so ashamed for all of us who use so many words without knowing what they mean, which actually discredit real ideas of other people.
Then I thought about the fact it was so confusing that as human beings, the notion of complementarity can be equally flouted, for women just as for men.
As if to sublimate a being, one had to denigrate another. (why won’t we sublimate each other?)

Then I realized that feminism is not fighting everything that is against our perception of how women should or should not live, it is fighting for rights to freedom, acceptation that a human being needs to be considered just as another. But above all, it is refusing amalgamation and stigmatization.

The problem arises when women become misogynists without even realizing it.

It is important knowing our inner wealth. Whoever we are. It begins by supporting each other on advancing and obtaining rights that need to be recognized. Everyone has his say, deserves his place in society, which as to be respected and spread by our love for our humanity.

More informations about the Umoja women on the site: http://positivr.fr/femmes-umoja-kenya/