Yesterday I woke up from a nap and visited Twitter where I saw a hash tag that awoke the beast in me. Well, that’s what I’m calling it. It could just be that I had a lot of say. It was a hash tag that discussed the uncomfortable truth of what it means to be female in Nigeria and all the indignation you will face, just for being female. While the hash tag says female IN Nigeria, you don’t actually have to be in Nigeria to experience this brand of sexism. Being a Nigerian female and dealing with fellow Nigerians is all you need to be.
By no means am I implying that this only happens in Nigeria or among Nigerians, and I don’t even think that Nigeria or Nigerians have it worse, but it is an issue, and it needs to be discussed. Tweeting about it isn’t going to change it, but maybe one person will become more aware of it – and hopefully change. I still don’t call myself a feminist, and it’s not because I have anything against feminism, but because I do not yet fully understand what it means to be one. My BFF in my head, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie says that a feminists is anyone who believes in the economic, social, and political advancement of women. I’m paraphrasing here; hope I’m right. It’s something in that arena anyway. By that definition, I would definitely be a feminist.
Back to the hash tag, I was pleased with it, and very passionate about it. It’s issues like this one that I think about when I hear feminism or think about fighting for women. And that’s why it angers and irritates me when women fight for silliness such as the right to not shave their armpit hair and the right to bare nipples on Instagram. This is not what womanhood is about! If baring your nipples and showing armpit hair is what you wake up thinking about, then you need to be “dashed” new and real problems.
Just the other day in church, we were told about a little girl in Africa – Kenya, I think – who was chained to a tree in the wilderness in the hopes that she dies and gets eaten by wild animals. What was her offense, you wonder? Why, she was a girl, of course, and how dare she! Her parents did not want her because who wants a girl? Girls are useless and expensive. They had previously tried to starve her to death, but the nuisance, she refused to die. If not for the man of God, she would have become dinner for a wild beast. I cried my eyes out when they showed a picture of the little girl. She was severely malnourished and one foot was already in the grave, but thank God she made it. I cannot begin to count all the issues that plague women simply because they [we] are women, so yes, I am angry at women who fight for armpit hair.
Anyway, while on Twitter today and ranting about the many things it means to be a Nigerian female in Nigeria, most (if not all) of my tweets got retweeted, but this one below was the people’s favorite. It saddens me that this tweet is reality, not a joke.
But Madam, what did you do for your husband to beat you like this? Why did you provoke him? #BeingFemaleInNigeria
— Vera Ezimora (@verastic) June 30, 2015
In other news, I just might be a feminist. Is there a “How To Know You’re A Feminist” test I can take?
P.S. Of course, in the middle of all this, there were men tweeting and telling us what it actually means to be female in Nigeria. It’s nothing like what we were saying, they said. Because you know, they have been women before.
carole ibe says
being a female in Nigeria is not beans o! sometimes even when your partner beats you up, they ask you to beg him, because you are the one that ‘annoyed’ him in the first place. its just crazy.
Vera Ezimora says
Carole, I know too many stories about women having to beg their husbands after being beaten by them. *sigh*
Lady Ngo says
I saw those male tweets basically trying to silence the others. I had to stop reading. They were inadvertently proving everyone else’s point lol. SMH. I even saw some women co-signing the guys tweets. A mess.
Vera Ezimora says
My thoughts exactly.
favourmoyse says
n the onli crime we commited was being born a woman… the hand that rocks the cradle rocks the world…
My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT. “If you don’t eat your vegetables, you will never grow up”.
My mother taught me GENETICS. “You’re just like your father”.
My mother taught me about my ROOTS. “Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?”
My mother taught me WISDOM. “When you get to be my age, you’ll understand”.
And my favourite: my mother taught me about JUSTICE. “One day you’ll have kids and I hope they turn out just like you!”
Read THINGS OUR MOTHERS TAUGHT US
Vera Ezimora says
Lovely!
Maria says
It’s really crazy and nauseating how girls and women are treated in Nigeria. And women are often at the forefront of the nauseating comedy. For instance, my father was advised not to send me to school for my Masters degree because I’ll have difficulty getting a husband if I had one. I was long overdue for the Masters program- five years after my undergraduate program. I was shocked later when my dad begged me not to commence my PhD though I had a very good result. He wanted me married. He finally opened up, my mother was at the forefront of the campaign against my going back to school. I followed my dreams and they have learned to live with it.