Are We Celebrating Women Yet?
It's hard to be a woman I'm not sure when I realized this. I have been racking my brain since morning trying to find out which exact moment in my life made me realize this. Maybe, it was that fateful night 13 years ago when a matatu conductor harassed me that I had to run away for fear of being stripped naked or raped. It scared me so much that incidents of women being harassed like that still trigger me. It took years for me to stop fearing men. Or maybe it was when I tried to explain to my male "friends" what happened that fateful night. They gaslighted the whole situation and made me believe I must have done something to warrant the harassment. Or maybe it's when I have to double-take on what I am wearing so that I do not give off the wrong idea when I know I'm going to be walking by myself on the road, regardless of the time of day or how busy the street is. Or maybe it is when as a new mother I would walk around, and the first thing people did when they