An open letter to the Women’s Movement in Zimbabwe

We are many even when we are alone…

This article has been a long time coming; if I had had the nerve I would have written it as far back as 2010 but I did not feel that I had the necessary credentials to make such a critique. Sometimes people do not care what is being said until they know who is saying it and whether the person saying it is worth paying any attention to. I am not afraid of being criticized or resented for my views – I am afraid only of being utterly ignored. Who does not know that the most disheartening thing that can happen to a person is to be given a voice and told they are free to speak but others are free to not listen.

Every journey must have a beginning, or at least the semblance of one. To write about what I consider a grave omission made by the women’s movement; I must contextualize it within the narrative of my own journey and the solitariness of my own little battles. I began to identify as feminist in my final year at the University of Zimbabwe but I had always harboured resentment at the patriarchal status quo from a young age; the glaring social injustices that went unchallenged grated my keen sense of fairness. Until that final year, I had not known that there was a name for what I felt, a word for the things I thought and an ideology that encapsulated my feelings of hostility towards certain aspects of tradition and specifically toward the system that legitimized the subordination of women and authenticated male dominance.

As I read feminist literature and critiqued novels by feminists, I was shocked that there were other people who thought the way I thought and I was relieved that I wasn’t the only one who saw how unfair the status quo was. From the insightful interrogation of polygamy and the consequences of plural marriage traditions in Mariama Ba’s So Long a Letter, to the intersection between women and class struggle in Ousmane Sembene’s God’s Bits of Wood and to the spirited struggle by women to be heard in a world that aggressively sought to silence and control them in Tsitsi Dangarembga’s Nervous Conditions – I found universal complaints that resonated with my own dissatisfaction.

Within those pages, I discovered a profound truth; that when you write no one can shut you up. And so I began to write.

My first notable effort was a 2003 collaboration between myself and Bhekilizwe Bernard Ndlovu who at the time was a household name having been an actor in several Amakhosi Theatre TV productions. I was 19 years old at the time – young and burning to have my say. With hindsight, I realize how my-partner-in-writing indulged me because I took the script outline he’d provided and then went in an entirely different direction with it. The saving grace was that I wrote very well and also, I think, what I had to say was worth saying. The product of that collaboration became a TV drama that was aired by the national broadcaster two years later at which time I was a second year student at the University of Zimbabwe.

The screening of that drama series nationwide coincided with a period of introspection because at 21, I became preoccupied with trying to ‘fix’ myself being cognizant of how my thoughts, ideas, convictions and feelings were at such odds with the norms. I felt like an oddity and genuinely thought repairs were in order.

But there were all these writers, all these books that said the exact same things I thought, felt and believed. In this internal battle of trying to self-define, to conform, to fit in and to tailor my thoughts into the conventional mode – my keen sense of fairness remained unyielding and so in the end I remained unyielding. If something was not fair, it was not fair. If women were treated like second class citizens, it was not fair. I could not reconcile the social status of women to any idea or concept of fairness. It was not fair, and I would say so – at least in writing. Through reading; I discovered that there were many of us ~ people who cared and that even if I felt alone: there were others.

Wielding words where silence resides…

In 2008, I was identified as one of the top 10 emerging and innovative youths in Zimbabwe following a nationwide search by ZTV that had drawn hundreds of applications from young people. The 10 of us would vie for the honour of representing Zimbabwe in a pan-African Reality TV show called Imagine Afrika. The innovation that secured me a place among the final top 3 was a column that I had been writing for a national weekly newspaper – titled “Bone of Contention” but better known as the “Heartbreaks” column. I still write the column to this day, despite the fact that I am now studying and living in the United Kingdom.

The column became a platform where I challenged culture, patriarchy, religion, tradition and the law as and when I perceived these institutions being employed to oppress, marginalize and discriminate against women. The militancy of my ideas, the conviction I held regarding the fairness of elevating the status of women and the fervency of idealistic youth combined to create a powder keg writing persona in which I represented controversy in a society of staid conservatism.

The backlash was immediate and vicious with some readers writing to the paper and threatening to boycott it if they kept publishing my articles. I became labelled a home-wrecker and divisive force whose writing created domestic tension and incited women to be disrespectful rebels. The flipside of this negative retaliation was that I became a mouthpiece airing the long-held and long-concealed grievances women had.

I was saying the things they had been dying to say for years, challenging the ideas they had been desperate to point out and reject – it was the beginning of numerous social conversations that continue to this day. The column became a premise to raise difficult topics, to discuss taboo issues and to converse frankly about sexuality, marriage, culture, HIV and AIDS with insistence on personal scrutiny about the choices people made and the ideologies that informed those choices. If nothing else, I hold the conviction that people – especially women – have a right to choose (wisely or foolishly) the course of their own lives and the column was an assertion of this stance. Words became my weapon of choice to wield in an otherwise unyielding patriarchal society.

The platforms, places and people that made a difference

In 2009, I was invited to South Africa by GenderLinks to present a paper on the role the media had played in disempowering women politicians during a media workshop on the SADC Protocol on Gender and Development. The invitation was extended by Colleen Lowe Morna; the GenderLinks Executive Director who had happened to hear me speak during a NUST workshop on gender and concluded I had something worthwhile to say.

It was ironic to me that the platform to engage would emanate from Johannesburg when the vibrant women’s movement in Harare remained inaccessible to me – for often strict invites were given to a select few. To the best of my knowledge; I was (and I still remain) at the margins of the mainstream efforts to advance the women’s rights agenda. Although some of the women’s organizations had sub-offices in Bulawayo (often manned by a skeletal staff and the odd intern) – it was evident that the power rested in Harare.

Had I needed external motivation to fan the flames of my passionate and enthusiastic crusading; I could not have looked to the mainstream Harare-based (and often Harare-focused) women’s organizations for mentorship. There was a dearth of viable and accessible female role models one could emulate if they entertained hopes of being part of the women’s rights agenda.

I remembered a workshop I had attended in Harare focusing on the CEDAW shadow reports that had brought in representatives across the length and breadth of the women’s movement where one of the major concerns raised was that of a lack of cohesion within the movement – the left hand did not know what the right hand was doing. At the time I was a student volunteering at the New Hope Foundation in 2007 and had been assigned to represent the organization as Information Officer.

I saw, for the first time, at close range the iconic personalities that I had admired from afar – Netsai Mushonga, Emilia Muchawa, Edinah Masiyiwa, Netty Musanhu– among many others. But that was in Harare. In Bulawayo, where I resided, such gatherings were rare and when they occurred they did not attract the presence or attendance of these big names.

In 2010, the esteemed Mary Robinson former President of Ireland paid a visit to the country and I desperately wished to be part of whatever dialogue she would be engaging with the women’s movement about. I was not successful in my attempts to score an invite, and not being in Harare, I did not enjoy the benefit of having the social networking capital to leverage in making such a request.

In short, I was an unknown. And I was excluded (like so many others).

Writing my way out of oblivion

I realized that my inability to physically access or be proximal to the mainstream women’s movement head-quartered in Harare did not have to incapacitate me from speaking with one voice with them. I started to blog. I began to write and take part in national discourses surrounding various topics and was grateful when The Kubatana Trust published them effectively disseminating my ideas to a cyber-audience of nearly one million people.

I became accustomed to the satisfying experience of stumbling across my opinion pieces in various online and print publications – all lifted from my Kubatana Blog. Through writing, I was joining a conversation that I felt required the inclusion of as many voices and perspectives as possible – a conversation about elevating the status of women in Zimbabwe.

Inspired by a dear friend and one of Zimbabwe’s most successful, pioneering and internationally acclaimed bloggers – Fungai Rufaro Machirori – I started my own personal blog. When I started the blog; it was my way of processing events and issues affecting women. However, the blog became my saving grace – pulling me out of my obscurity and capturing the attention of a global audience.

Months after failing to meet Mary Robinson, fate intervened. My fervent hope of meeting and interacting with Mary Robinson was realized in Accra, Ghana. I had been identified among Africa’s top 25 emerging and extraordinary (their words not mine) young women leaders by the Moremi Initiative for Women’s Leadership in Africa (MILEAD) and invited to attend a 3-week intensive Leadership Institute in Ghana. My attendance to that Leadership Institute was secured by the generous sponsorship of The Kubatana Trust who felt I merited investing in; and to this day I am grateful. I can not escape the irony that I have never laid eyes on The 'girls' at Kubatana and that they only know me through my writing but we would unwittingly pass each other were we to meet on a street.

As a MILEAD Fellow, I had the opportunity to dialogue with Mary Robinson over afternoon tea and over a wide range of topics affecting Africa and young people. I was struck once more by the irony of gaining access to notable people only when I travelled out of Zimbabwe, because I knew that back home – such a meeting would have been inconceivable. In Ghana, I had the opportunity to meet various female MPs who availed themselves to engage with young women on a number of issues, the Attorney General of Ghana at the time was one such woman who candidly shared her own struggle to get into and stay in politics.

Samia Nkrumah, the daughter of Kwame Nkrumah was another political luminary who squeezed our group of 25 into her busy schedule and graciously submitted to our questions about African leadership, women in politics and its pitfalls. It was exciting to be afforded an audience especially for someone like me who was painfully aware that such accessibility of powerful and influential women was rare in my country (even as a journalist or maybe as a result of being one – I don’t know). I would later write about that experience of standing on great shoulders.

One of the most engaging conversations I had was with former Ghanaian President John Kafuor who hosted us at his residence for an entire afternoon and permitted us to ask him about the priorities of the AU in terms of advancing the interests of women on the continent. I specifically probed him on his thoughts regarding the relevance (or lack thereof) of the SADC intervention attempts in Zimbabwe during his tenure as Chairman of the AU.

Having received a rather unsatisfactory response; I remember pelting him with more questions intent on drawing him out that he looked at me quizzically and asked what profession I was in. When I told him I was a journalist, he laughed and said, “Oh, you should be a lawyer”. Again I marvelled at how such access was granted with such ease. Through blogging – I had literally written my way into the home of a former State President. And for a Venda girl born in the obscurity of rural Beitbridge; it was and remains a big deal.

Don’t drop the baton stick – pass it on

What I have been concerned with is the inaccessibility of the role models and women at the forefront of the women’s movement to young women such as myself who have much to learn from them. I believe that the women’s movement in Zimbabwe needs to make a deliberate effort and take specific measures to bring aspiring activists into the fold and mentor them rather than remaining oblivious to the emerging enthusiastic cadres. For if these women who have been at the helm of the movement do not invest in training the next generation; transferring skills, knowledge, wisdom and fostering a culture of continuity – what will become of the fruits of their earnest labour?

There will be those such as myself – who will fall and flounder alone if need be – regardless of whether they are part of the mainstream or not because they are driven by deeply held convictions. But then there will be many others whose desire and potential to positively impact the movement will not be realized because of this divide between the older generation and the emerging women’s rights activists.

I was particularly appalled last year, when a group of female politicians reportedly walked out of a meeting convened to deliberate on how to address the pressing concerns of women. The reason for them storming out was that they had taken exception at the fact that one moderator had not addressed them using the honorific political title ‘Honorable MPs’. I thought to myself – who are these “divas” and whose interests do they serve and how does a mere title become a thing so important that it should supersede addressing the needs of Zimbabwean women? I cannot reconcile that kind of petulance with an appreciation by those women leaders in politics of how much faith and trust has been placed in them by Zimbabwe’s women. It remains a sore point with me.

In many ways, that incident made me realize that sometimes you can have people looking to you for an example to emulate and you let them down horribly because you assume – wrongly – that no one is watching. We are watching you. We are watching you as you struggle and as you triumph. We are rooting for you as you champion our cause and seek to secure a better Zimbabwe where the rights of women and girls are recognized, respected and protected. We are watching in awe and in appreciation. And at times we are watching in anxiety because it seems that this women’s movement is ‘your thing’ alone and that we (your daughters) have no ownership of it.

Remember you will not always run this race, at some point you will have to pass on the baton stick and if you exclude us; you will have no choice but to leave the baton stick lying on the ground where your hard work will benefit no one and your legacy will be forgotten. Please be careful not to lead the women’s movement into oblivion.

Brushing shoulders with the ‘greats’

These concerns around continuity within the women’s movement in Zimbabwe were further heightened when I accepted an invitation to speak at the 55th Session of the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women (CSW) in New York last year. I was invited as a MILEAD Fellow at the recommendation of the Moremi Initiative who had been impressed by my level of insightful engagement (I think) and my passion for the condition of African women (okay I am making assumptions here but I am sure it was not my looks that scored me that invite!).

I had the chance of interviewing several female politicians in New York and I suspect access was granted because I was the only UN accredited Zimbabwean journalist who was at the CSW and although I had not even travelled to engage in journalistic work, the opportunity was just too good to miss.

I had lunch with the Minister of Women Affairs, Gender and Community Development, Dr Olivia Muchena and had one of the most eye-opening conversations with her around women’s contribution to the liberation struggle (prior to this I had never actually had an opportunity to speak to a woman who had been in the war); the need to elevate their social status and the strides that have been made towards achieving this.

She also opened up about the challenges of protecting the rights of women in a country where customary law often supersedes statutory law. I was proud when she got a standing ovation for her speech and I will not forget the words of encouragement she gave me later on. I am certain she has forgotten me and that is okay because I got from her the ounce of insightful wisdom, I would not have otherwise acquired.

I then had the opportunity of spending an afternoon with Deputy Prime Minister Thokozani Khupe; who shared her passion for advancing the agenda of maternal healthcare for Zimbabwean women, expressed concern at the slow progress being made in securing the enjoyment of equal rights for Zimbabwean women and the need to have more women in parliament. It was an enlightening encounter, shedding light on the magnitude of the work still to be done in terms of advancing the interests of women and more than anything it reaffirmed the need for constant lobbying, vigilance and collective commitment.

I interacted with Deputy Minister of Women Affairs, Gender and Community Development, Jessie Majome; met the esteemed Secretary General of the YWCA worldwide, Nyaradzayi Gumbonzvanda; witnessed the remarkable UN Women Chief of Africa Division, Letty Chiwara present a speech to thunderous applause; met the Executive Director of the Women’s Action Group (WAG), Edinah Masiyiwa and spent time in the company of Sophia Nyamudeza, the Deputy Permanent Representative of the Zimbabwean Permanent Mission to the United Nations.

In short I met some of the most powerful women in the global women’s movement – and found out that they were Zimbabweans; celebrated globally and most were relatively unknown locally.

Arvonne Fraser in her article, “Becoming Human: The Origins and Development of Women’s Human Rights” notes how women’s history has been deliberately ignored over the centuries as a means of keeping women subordinate, and is only now beginning to be recaptured as there are simply not enough available records that exist detailing women’s struggles or achievements.

Had I not attended that UN Commission; I would have remained ignorant of the contribution that Zimbabwean women have made towards the global agenda of recognizing women’s rights because I ordinarily would not have access to such women and more tragically, I would not have access to any stories about them.

Stories we need to hear and stories we need to tell…

The women’s movement in Zimbabwe needs to begin a story-telling tradition; to celebrate the triumphs of those who laid the foundations for what it is today and to acknowledge the personal sacrifices of those women who are at the frontlines and most importantly to inspire the next generation and provide viable role models we can aspire to emulate.

Perhaps I put too much stock into writing things down because I am a writer but I believe there is no better way to bridge the gap between the younger generation of emerging activists and feminists with the older vanguard of the women’s movement.

In 2011, I returned from New York to the humbling news that I had been selected among the top 10 Most Influential women in Bulawayo and at an event held to commemorate the International Women’s Day; I received an award for being the Most Influential Woman in Media and using the media to defend the rights of women.

It was an uncomfortable honour to receive against the background of the amazing women with whom I had been rubbing shoulders at the CSW – I felt I had not done enough to deserve the accolade and these feelings were only heightened by the fact that of the 10 women being honoured – I was the youngest of them all.

I remember seeing Word of Life co-Founder and Senior Pastor, Maureen B. Shana – an iconic figure in Bulawayo and beyond whose visionary ministry Woman Unlimited has transformed lives across the length and breadth of southern Africa – and wondering how I qualified to be mentioned in the same breath as her.

My ill ease did not derive from any attempt to display false humility but rather from the foreignness of the whole concept – from the fact that I had never seen any women being celebrated, honoured, appreciated or having their contribution publicly acknowledged. Even narratives of the war of liberation don’t give women prominence; even street signs we have across Zimbabwe honouring the fallen liberation heroes make no mention of the liberation heroines – I had gotten used to the absence of applause for women’s efforts. I have voiced my disgruntlement about this horrendous omission in my blog The Heroines of Our Struggle.

It seemed unnatural therefore to be part of a gathering that sought to celebrate women and even more unsettling to find that I was deemed worthy of celebrating. It was the lack of precedence that had thrown me off, and puzzled I had asked Musa Sibindi the Matabeleland AIDS Council (MAC) organizer why I had been chosen and indeed how my name had come to be ‘misplaced’ in such a fashion as to feature in that illustrious list. She said that I deserved it and I took her word for it.

More recently though, an acquaintance began a 2012 blog narrative titled The Feminist Chronicles in which she identifies and profiles the achievements of 30 eminent women that have contributed to the women’s movement over the years and some who have simply been inspirational figures.

Some of the personalities she profiled include Professor Rudo Gaidzanwa; Justice Rita Makarau; Captain Emilia Njovana (the first female and black commercial pilot in Zimbabwe); Vice President Joyce Mujuru; the 2011 Caine Prize African Writing Award winner, NoViolet Mkha Bulawayo; Lutanga Shaba (Executive Director of the Women’s Trust); internationally acclaimed blogger Fungai Rufaro Machirori; Betty Makoni (Founder of Girl Child Network) as well as Emilia Muchawa and Dr Amy Tsanga among many others.

I later discovered, to my utter shock, that she had profiled me as well! Again that sense of inappropriateness engulfed me – what business did I have being mentioned in the same breath as these incredibly accomplished women, all of whom (with the exception of two) were much older than I was.

No doubt, this honourable mention would have rested more comfortably on my person had it been a list of young activists or feminists as this would place me among my own peers whom, I would not squirm at being equated to.

However the sense of ‘wrongness’ I felt at the MAC award and at this more recent mention among great women has been replaced by a conviction that it is okay for such narratives to begin. That in fact these are stories we should have been hearing all along and more importantly that these are stories we should always be telling.

Stories of Zimbabwean women – of their struggles and triumphs; of their achievements and the insurmountable challenges they have overcome; of their resilience and their passion; of their diversity and also of their common aspirations.

One should not have to go to Johannesburg, travel to Accra, stand on a podium in New York before they can appreciate that they are part of something larger than themselves; that they are part of a greater narrative of remarkable Zimbabwean women. In the years to come I hope to meet some of the women I have admired immensely including the likes of Everjoice Win, Janah Ncube, Dr. Khanyisela Moyo, Dr Fareda Banda, Lois Chingandu among others.

Meanwhile, I will celebrate those women who have been accessible, encouraging and holding my hand all along; the likes of Ruby Thandeka Magosvongwe, Josephine Sithole-Muganiwa who were my lecturers at the University of Zimbabwe; Naome Chimbetete, Lifaqane Nare, Koliwe Nyoni, Skha Masunda and the late Yvonne Vera’s mother – Ericah Gwetai. And I must also extend appreciation to the Padare Enkundleni (Men's Forum on Gender) for their own tireless efforts in advocating for gender equality.

As it is not always possible to physically access those who inspire us; allow us to tell their stories and allow us to hear their stories – this is my humble request to the women’s movement in Zimbabwe.

Yours sincerely,
Delta Milayo Ndou

18 thoughts on “An open letter to the Women’s Movement in Zimbabwe

  1. Lo says:

    An excellent piece. Without knowing you and a lot of your work, your passion for the women’s movement in your country definitely oozes out of your penmanship. Not everyone can be an actor, a doctor, a businessman, an athlete and etc…God has blessed you with the ability to speak life into words and that my dear, is your weapon. We may all have different tools but the goal remains the same. Like they say, there’s a 1000 ways to skin a cat

  2. Thanks for this, Delta. So true… I once had a similar incident. Someone I had been trying to get hold of for an interview for ages in Zimbabwe was proving impossibe to get hold of. I would go to her offices and I would get told to send an email, which I would. Would never hear back, would go back and she was always always busy! Then I saw her at a few iworkshops and I would say I’d like to speak to her for a minute but there were always more important people to see.

    Sigh. So I gave up. She isn’t God and I wasn’t going to treat her like she was. So then there was this workshop; this big regional event that happened and we have big names from all over southern Africa come to speak. Yeah, and I knew the guest of honour quite well. In fact, after she’d given her speech, to a standing ovation, I went over to talk to her. We hugged and caught up. And this other lady I hade been chasing down like a criminal, she sees this and she comes to me a few minutes later and she says, “So what have you been trying to get hold of me about. When cane we talk?”

    LOL! Yes, if you got no crede, no one cares who you are or what you know…

    So it took a woman jetting in from Joburg to get this lady to even see me as someone worthy to speak to!

    As for me, I politely told her that it was no longer necessary to have our chat. I gave her a smile and carried on. If my value as Zimbabwean womn interested in the arts was going to come down to who I knew, then obvioulsy, the interview was being granted for all the wrong reasons!

    Off with it already!

  3. Sorry, I meant a woman interested in gender issues (I wear too many caps!)

  4. madubesbrainpot says:

    Indeed it need not take I or another person telling you that you are the phenomenal woman that you are for you to know it. And yes the 30 women are a representation of the old, the young, the rich and famous, the inconspicuous because that is who we are as Zimbabwean women. So yeah you deserved to be there as much as they all did. All of us not rich, all of us not well spoken but each of us talented in our own unique ways.

    This is a beautiful piece Delta. The problem with women is we rarely celebrate each other, instead we find reasons to pull each down not knowing that in so doing we also push the movement backwards. I hope people will LISTEN to what you just said here.

  5. Yemurai Mangwendeza says:

    This is a great, great article. I was actually moved to tears reading this because growing up in Harare, I did not know that there was an active community of women organizing and thinking critically about feminism and what it means in the Zimbabwe/Harare/Bulawayo context.
    After leaving Harare to study at a university in New Haven, USA, I became very interested in Women’s Issues. Indeed, it was something I had been thinking about before I left home. I always wondered why I had never heard of a women’s movement in Zimbabwe and why all the things i read for class were about feminists in America, China or the UK. I wanted something that was about me, that made sense for me and where I was coming from. One of the most inspiring works I read was the recently published African Sexualities, A Reader by Sylvia Tamale. I thought to myself, this is awesome, but, she is in Uganda. I have been asking myself – where are Zimbabwean women in this. Today, I am majoring in African Studies and Women’s Studies – the best way I could find to put my interests in issues affecting women and issues that are unique to African women – issues that would be especially relevant to me.
    Thank you so much for this Delta. I applaud and thank you for this because it gives me hope that all I am learning here has relevance for Zimbabwe, for Zimbabwean women.
    Thank you🙂

  6. Doreen says:

    Delta your article is a reflection of my heart. It is my cry for the older women to pass on the baton to us the younger women so that we can be able to transfer skills, knowledge and experience experience to the generations to come. Not only should they pass on the baton, when they eventually make it and are at the top, there is need for them to be accessible, we do not want untouchables. It would help if they become accessible to us so that we will not make the same mistakes that they made and it makes our journey easier. Allow us to learn from you.

    The culture of celebrating other women must be a priority, lets learn to come up with annual events where women who have made it in various spheres of influence are honored. Lets start that culture now so that the generations to come will have a model to pick up from.

  7. shungu mudavanhu says:

    Good for you women!African women zimbabwean women!We really need to celebrate and appreciate who we are.We need to be aware of how vital we are to society at large.Our determination,our resilience in the face of adversity is unrivalled.Our hardwork! to keep families together, our sacrifices, for the good of everyone else around us is commendable.However, we need to learn to look after ourselves as well, take good care of ourselves, our physical health, psychological health and spiritual health.We need to embrace our feminity and enjoy and take pride in it and not be made to feel its a burden!Most importantly we need to have ME TIME!A time to just relax or do things that we personally enjoy, wether its just reading a book, a walk,rest .

  8. tendo says:

    Ms Dee, what you say is so true. The women’s movement needs to be united. I am so proud of Betty Makoni, if for anything else she put my home town, Rusape, on the map (not trivialising her awesome work with the GirlChild Network). Now I am residing in Harare and I have come to realise that doors open so much because of who you know. I admire a lot of women who are doing amazing stuff but all too often they do not see me past the actress that I am. As Lo says, there are a thousand ways to skin a cat and if and only when we are all united in our different corners can we be able to achieve even more in this fight. You, Fungai, Lan Kay and others out there as lournalists, Cleopatra, Judith, mai Bhasikoro and others as activists on the ground, the Women’s Coalition, Padare and other organisations reaching out and getting the word on the ground, Honorable Jessie Majome, DPM Khupe, VP Mujuru and other politicians tacklinhg the political arena- everyone doing their own little bit – we can get to our goal even faster, more efficiently and holistically. The women’s movement is larger than just the civic society, the political, and the advocacy arenas, it reaches far and it includes men who are also working to change patriarchy and attitudes such as Padara/Enkhundleni as well as ordinary citizens.

    Just know that when you write, we will read and quote you and keep aspiring to be like you. When I grow up I want to be Delta… and Fungai. lol. Keep it up, girl, we are rooting for you.

  9. Ms Dee, what you say is so true. The women’s movement needs to be united. I am so proud of Betty Makoni, if for anything else she put my home town, Rusape, on the map (not trivialising her awesome work with the GirlChild Network). Now I am residing in Harare and I have come to realise that doors open so much because of who you know. I admire a lot of women who are doing amazing stuff but all too often they do not see me past the actress that I am. As Lo says, there are a thousand ways to skin a cat and if and only when we are all united in our different corners can we be able to achieve even more in this fight. You, Fungai, Lan Kay and others out there as lournalists, Cleopatra, Judith, mai Bhasikoro and others as activists on the ground, the Women’s Coalition, Padare and other organisations reaching out and getting the word on the ground, Honorable Jessie Majome, DPM Khupe, VP Mujuru and other politicians tacklinhg the political arena- everyone doing their own little bit – we can get to our goal even faster, more efficiently and holistically. The women’s movement is larger than just the civic society, the political, and the advocacy arenas, it reaches far and it includes men who are also working to change patriarchy and attitudes such as Padara/Enkhundleni as well as ordinary citizens.

    Just know that when you write, we will read and quote you and keep aspiring to be like you. When I grow up I want to be Delta… and Fungai. lol. Keep it up, girl, we are rooting for you.

  10. pfimbiyangu says:

    Lovely piece! Your style as you weave words together is out of this world. You, Fungai, MaDube uyo as well. I wish we could get your writtings out to more Zimbabwean women. sigh*

    Its an ironic thing with “movements”. There are always many people doing amazing things for the struggle whose names we may never know, they may never make it to the conferences and never be celebrated. Often we are also harsh with each other. I have heard men (and women) say this is a female charecteristic – they even have a name for it hanzi Pull-her-down syndrome. Hanzi its the reason why we dont get ahead. I do not aggree with this clinical diagnosis but we do have this tendency to look at each other askance and ask for credentials, we want to know if she studyied gender or has read as widely on feminism as we have, and what has she done thats worthwhile. WTF, me thinks. Any woman qualifies for a feminist (or whatever one is most comfortable calling this struggle), gender inequality it is our lived reality! We dont need to read books, graduate or travel the world and meet “renown” people to qualify for the womens movement.

    Allow me to celebrate you yet again, right here ** drum roll please** you and Rumbidzai Dube and Fungai and others ike you who take the time to put all the struggle to paper for generations that are coming after us to see. Footprints on the Web saying, “We were here, we tried to make a difference, we mattered, you can too”.

  11. sharon says:

    am inspired by your blog, am feeling so challenged and want to start blogging as well.

  12. Tsitsi Mpasiri says:

    A nice article indeed my sister. Well maybe just to answer your questions I feel as a Zimbo woman that feminism in Zimbabwe has been taken as business. As much as we might want to address these issues the commercialization of the Feminist mvmnt in our country has had a negative impact. However there are some feminist writers like Rudo Gaidzanwa who have kept the feminist movmnt of Zim. Bt great artcle sista

  13. Virginia Muwanigwa says:

    Delta
    When I started reading your powerful piece, I was seriously challenged and started thinking how I would respond to you and affirm you as a woman, who deserves, as a writer, who deserves and as a Zimbabwean, again who deserves. As I continued reading however, a new challenge emerged for me, coz when I started, I thought I was ahead of you and could then mentor you. Reading on, however, I celebrate the opportunity I got to make contact with you and would like to continue. There is a lot you are already doing for the women’s movement in Zimbabwe and that needs to be affirmed. I am happy you have got recognition for your work and would like to inform you that girl, you have got it and even the sky will not hold you back. I look forward to meeting you and sharing more notes on how the organisations can become more relevant to the women of Zimbabwe and how we can embody the aspirations of each one of us. Thank you very much for the letter, which unfortunately I am only reading today but no problem as I have done so. I have copied your letter to the Women’s Coalition of Zimbabwe and formally invite you (realise now that it looks like I am doing that because you are famous but I assure you that decision was reached before I got to the part about how you have now been recognised) to share with us more insightful perceptions to improve our movement.

    thanks

    Virginia

  14. maggsunchained says:

    Can’t believe I’m only reading this now but better now than never right?

    There really needs to be a shake-up in the sector, like someone said there is need to stop treating it like a business and personalising space (Bigger picture in perspective always).

    I have a couple of friends who have worked on women’s rights issues and opted out – not because they do not have the passion for the work but because of issues such as the ones you mentioned in your article. Navigating that territory is hectic. I think in many ways there is a survival and protective instinct by the pioneers to guard what they have worked for thus far and ultimately there’s a disconnect with the younger feminists which it’s dangerous like you rightly put it.

    If nothing changes, when the current generation hangs their gloves we’ll may be starting from the ground up instead of adding to what has been done..I don’t know.

  15. Being creative is not easy especialy for women.your write-up has widen my horizon in the aspect of women.keep writing,time and tide wait for no one.

  16. josephine says:

    Ashamed am only reading this today. Glad l impacted on your life in my on small way. You were already a gem, l only polished a little!

  17. Judith says:

    Delta, I have never met you but you have greatly inspired me as a sister and I am grateful for a sister like you. I think you speak the minds of many and with your insights I would love to share this on our page : The Girls Legacy on FB. We can still make a difference in our lives as women.

    Thank

    Judith

  18. Janah says:

    Delta, we shall meet, am sure of it! Janah

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