Showing posts with label Domestic Violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Domestic Violence. Show all posts

Friday, December 22, 2017

Traditional Roles: Slavery for Women, Lordship for Men


“As long as you're cooking and doing laundry… is all good.” 

This was the cheeky statement from one of my male friends, when I started a discussion about traditional roles in the home. Now, he said that’s the appropriate role for women in a marriage or relationship is. 
For some women, the institution of marriage is just another form of slavery. Men may face the pressure of providing for their home, but women worry about who’s going to do the chores and take care of the children when that time comes. In the article “Marriage: Attractive, Archaic or Irrelevant”by Afiya Ray in Outlish, a man she interviewed said, “I had my wife on probation for 13 years before I decided to go through with this marriage thing… I was able to see that she could wash and cook and her body held up after our child”.  
For obvious reasons, this made some people steups, and while it doesn’t necessarily reflect the views of all men out there, it does remind us that women are judged on their ability to ‘take care’ of a home, in addition to their Coca Cola bottle shape. On the other hand, do men battle with expectations of them being a pseudo butler or that their women will think differently of them, if they can’t fix a bad pipe? I think not.
One friend told me that a ‘friend’ of hers recently told her that he didn’t think she was the kind of woman to come home to cook and clean, since she ran her own business. While he was proud of her ambition, he considered her ‘non-traditional’, and, thus, not necessarily traditional wife material. What pissed her off was that he seemed to consider it to be a big deal, because his mom always ‘took care’ of his father.
“I’m not saying the man can’t cook or clean either,” he added. “But the woman has to do more work.”
Some might say that’s 1950s’ thinking, but in 2017 men and women continue to argue about house roles. For example, when a male friend recently posted a Facebook status, saying that he needed to find a wife ASAP because doing laundry was such a pain, I expected him to get some flack, but the barely contained anger in the responses from some of his female friends surprised even me. 
My theory is that most men want a woman who will do what their mothers did for their fathers. It’s important to note, however, that the majority of these men didn’t grow up with their mothers as CEOs and executives working 11-hour days. I can understand when a man wants, or expects that kind of treatment, because it’s the only example he knows, but admittedly the thought of doing everything I saw my mother do is daunting. 
From a practical perspective, women know the importance of maintaining a clean home and a full belly. However, I think the bone of contention lies with being defined by traditional roles. 
While traditional roles may be a sore point for modern women, for older women, it’s considered the secret to success. When I asked my aunt, who has been married for over 30 years for her opinion, she told me:
“Keep his belly full and his balls empty. Take care of yourself because he ain’t blind, he will look, but he must be able to say that what waiting for him at home is better than what is being offered to him outside.”
I haven’t met a man yet who disagrees with that statement, and I don’t think I ever will, but while I think it makes sense my inner feminist is still a tad peeved by it. This is mainly because I think it implies that the onus is solely on the woman to make a relationship work. 
As a single, twenty-something-year-old woman, I sometimes wish that I had a man around just so I wouldn’t have to do everything in my apartment. Putting together furniture, hanging photos, lifting boxes, disposing of dead mice? Gross! In fact, I’ll gladly do five loads of laundry or cook for ten people before I pick up a hammer.
Most modern women, myself included, expect that our partners will be able to shoulder some of the domestic responsibilities around the house, like cooking and laundry, instead of relaxing, while we do housework. To tell us that this expectation implies that we are not “the type to cook, clean or take care of a man” is an insult. 
My aunt, who I mentioned before, and her husband both work, but if he wants stew chicken for dinner and he ‘gets home’ before my aunt, which is usually the case, he will take the chicken out of the fridge, defrost it and season it, and he will do the dishes afterward. He also helps in other areas, like remembering to put his whites and darks in the appropriate basket so when it’s time for her to do laundry, she doesn’t have to sort his clothes. For sure she handles the cooking and “jamming”, and the responsibilities of five children, but not without his help. 
I think most women would welcome this arrangement, and that any man whose wife or girlfriend has a career would think that sharing responsibilities is only fair. However, it is human nature to stereotype and assign roles based on gender, so frankly I don’t even know if moving away from traditional roles is truly possible unless circumstances demand it. I personally think people should be allowed to do what they’re best at when it comes to domestic chores regardless of gender. If both parties in a relationship work, getting all the chores done will have to be a team effort, especially when you throw kids into the mix. 
In situations where either party doesn’t work and stays at home full time, I think it is fairly safe to assume that the “house husband” or “house wife” will bear the lion’s share of the domestic duties. 
As far as I’m concerned, too many people get all caught up “in love” and forget that “see me and come live with me” are two entirely different things. No one, male or female, should assume that their partner would have the same attitude to traditional roles as they do. People need to be honest in the courtship phase about how important traditional roles are to them. Fellas need to realize that no woman they meet is going to be or do things exactly like mommy, and women need to articulate to their partner what kind of help they expect around the house, early on. When it comes to traditional roles in the home, a little cooperation around the house can go a long way to getting quality “jamming ” on the regular.

Saturday, December 17, 2016

Ladies, Learn!

I am not posting this story as a complaint, neither am I posting it to portray my attitude or thoughts on marriage. In fact, I think marriage is beautiful if you involve God in your marriage and if you are with the right person. 

The reason for posting this story on my blog is to let ladies know that they have their own lives and that they should not give up their careers in favour of their husbands "to support the family"This story contains twists and turns which show how culture, patriarchy and law enforcement all work against women.  This story is best if read together with this court case

Learn ladies! Learn!

In June 2002, Wendi Wangui and Kevin Latema were married in a colourful church ceremony.  The couple settled down in Nairobi’s Lang’ata estate, in a house which Kevin had been renting. Wendi, though educated and a graduate of the University of Nairobi, had opted to become a house wife so that she could take care of her husband and the children the couple hoped to have.

In March of 2003, while expecting the couple’s first child, Wendi left the matrimonial home and moved in with her sister, Wangechi, who lived in Westlands. Wendi explained to Wangechi that she had left her matrimonial home because she feared for her life and the life of her unborn child. Wendi further explained that the night before she left her home, Kevin had arrived home late in the night and had demanded that she prepare his dinner. She had done so and proceeded to bed. Kevin had followed her shortly thereafter and demanded his conjugal rights. Wendi had declined, saying that the she had been to the doctor’s that day as she had experienced some pain in her abdomen, and the doctor had ordered her to rest and avoid sexual contact because it seemed she had developed some complications with her pregnancy. Kevin had ignored her and proceeded to force himself on her. Wendi had started experiencing some bleeding during the night and Kevin had rushed her to hospital, where she was treated and discharged in the early hours of the morning. However, Wendi said she had left because she feared Kevin. She explained that Kevin had slapped her and shoved her around several times, especially when she questioned him about the family’s finances.
Wangechi then called their mother and explained the situation. Wendi’s mother advised her to go back to her matrimonial home as it was not good to desert her husband.  Her mother said she would talk to Wendi’s in-laws so that they could try and help the couple resolve any issues they were having. Indeed, Wendi’s mother organized a meeting with Kevin’s mother during which meeting Kevin’s mother had requested Wendi to move in with her until the baby was born in order to ensure the safety of both Wendi and the baby. Wendi obliged and moved in with her mother-in-law. The couple’s son was born safely a few months thereafter and Kevin requested that Wendi move back in with him, promising to never hit her again. Wendi agreed and the couple seemed to have resolved any issues that they had.
In July 2004, Kevin, who worked as an Architect running his own firm won a contractual deal with a multi-national company to design an office park. This deal brought in a significant amount of money which enabled Kevin to buy the home in Lang’ata, which was until then rented. Kevin also bought a 5 acre piece of land in Kibiku, Ngong’. He sold his old Toyota saloon car and bought a Mercedes for himself and also a Toyota RAV4 for Wendi.
In 2005, Wendi conceived again. During the course of her pregnancy, she noticed that Kevin would come home late several days a week. When she asked him why he had started coming home late, Kevin slapped her, and told her to mind her own business. Wendi later found out through mutual friends that Kevin had recently started having an affair with a woman he worked with, and that Kevin was in fact in the process of buying an apartment for that woman.  Wendi confronted Kevin with this information, and Kevin had physically assaulted her, leaving her with a bruised face and a broken arm.  Wendi had called her sister Wangechi, who rushed her to hospital. The doctors confirmed that Wendi had also lost the pregnancy.  Wendi had gone to the police station in Lang’ata and reported the assault by Kevin. Although the police held Kevin for several hours and questioned him, he was not charged with any offence. Wendi went back to the matrimonial home and took her son and moved in with her sister. She stayed with her sister for several months, until Kevin’s mother intervened and begged Wendi to return to her matrimonial home, promising to make sure that Kevin would “behave”. Wendi agreed and moved back in with her husband.
In 2006, the couple started constructing a huge palatial home on the piece of land Kevin had bought in Kibiku. The home was completed in 2007 and the couple moved in, while opting to rent out their premises in Lang’ata. The couple was blessed with another child, this time a daughter in 2008. Wendi had also started doing some farming on two acres of land in Kibiku, making a monthly income of Kshs. 50,000 from her farming activities. Wendi was also in charge of ensuring that the rental property in Lang’ata was in good order and that rent was collected.  By 2011, partly due to the income which Wendi was bringing in, the couple had acquired more rental properties in Ngong’ town, comprising of a block of 8 flats on a one acre plot, which was bought at a cost of Kshs. 15 million. 

In January 2014, Wendi discovered that Kevin was still carrying on an affair with the woman from his office. She asked him why he had not ended the affair and Kevin had punched her on the face, breaking her nose. Wendi took the children and resolved to end the marriage. She moved in with her sister for some time, but when one of the rental units she managed became vacant, she occupied that unit. She and Kevin lived separately until January 2015,  when Wendi decided to move to court to officially file for a divorce. Wendi wanted the court to award her full custody the couple’s two children and half of the couple’s property. In June 2015, she was granted a legal separation, but the divorce was not yet finalized. In September, 2015, angry and upset that Wendi was tearing their family apart, Kevin had gone to Wendi’s home to talk to her. Kevin had found Wendi alone in the home and he then begged her to forgive him. Wendi turned him away and asked him to leave. Kevin insisted that Wendi was still his wife and had demanded his conjugal rights. Although Wendi categorically refused, Kevin had still proceeded to have intercourse with her.  Wendi reported the incident to the police, and had wanted the police to charge Kevin with rape. The police said they could not charge Kevin, as he had not committed an offence.

Wendi was shocked by the response the police gave her. She moved back in with her sister, saying that she did not feel safe living by herself as she feared what Kevin might do to her. In November 2015, Wendi met a gentleman named Paul and the two developed a whirlwind romance. Wendi says she thinks she has found true love and wants her divorce from Kevin finalized so that she can settle down with Paul. When Kevin catches news of the affair, he immediately requests his advocate to contest all the prayers that Wendi made in her divorce petition and to indicate that Wendi is to blame for the breakdown of the marriage because she is guilty of deserting their matrimonial home, and had done so several times during the subsistence of their marriage, and that she had committed adultery. 

If you were Wendi, what could you have done differently?

Thursday, February 14, 2013

No Valentine's Day until Domestic Violence Ends


I am a deeply disturbed, bitter and hurt woman. Last night on Kenyan news was a story about a man that hit his wife’s head twice with an axe. The wife managed to escape with a bloody face. Upon realizing that he was not successful in his mission (which was to kill his wife), he turned to his three children and brutally slit their throats with a knife before hanging himself to death.
Today is Valentine’s Day.  Here is what happens on V-day: A man gets a girl flowers, tricks her to bed (she foolishly jumps into his bed because everyone is doing it, or because a character on her favourite soap opera did it), he gets her pregnant and disappears. The girl is then disowned by everyone; including her parents (mostly because they think she’s a disgrace to the society). She’s left all alone with a protruding belly, later gives birth to a beautiful kids that she struggles to raise by herself. When she becomes slightly stable in life, the same cycle repeats itself on the next nearest Valentine ’s Day (she’s given flowers, tricked into bed again, and you know what happens).
If she’s unlucky,  she sinks into his arms and her arms end up in his sink… she gets married to one of the aliens who kills her children, if not her.
Recently, I witnessed a young man beating up his girlfriend in public, dragging her across the road before showering her with endless slaps. I couldn’t stand the sight. There was nothing I could do, really, mostly because I was in a foreign country. I returned home weeping, for all my daughters, sisters and mothers out there in the world going through this.
Nothing justifies anyone to hit a woman, or a man. Nothing justifies domestic violence.
My message to all ladies:
You are beautifully and wonderfully made. You are expensive. You are a princess. Princesses don’t lower their standards for others to be at the same level with them. You don’t have to be with him. You can do better by yourself.
Think about your children. They know what you go through, they are not blind. You’ve got to be a good example to them. What they see in your marriage is exactly what they think marriage should be. You can only demand their respect by how you live your life.
Don’t look at what he offers. It is not worth the violence (physical & emotional) he subjects you to. He’s not a god. I know it is not easy but Rome was not built in one day. You’ve got to decide if you want to live that way or make your own life. Think about it: most successful women don’t have men around them…or behind them. They have themselves. You can make it big, you don’t need him.  You are whole complete being, you don’t need anyone to complete you.
Don’t forget to pray. In all you do, pray.

I made a vow to myself: No Valentine’s Day for me until domestic violence ends.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Domestic Violence: Consider The Kids!


This is a poem about a girl-child who sees her parents fight. She's just talking to both of them, in so much pain. I understand her and her pain. Ladies, consider your kids... don't wait for the tragedy. Avoid the violence by keeping-off men!

Momma please stop crying, I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and its tearin' me down
I hear glasses breakin as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean those nasty things you
said

You fight about money, bout me and my brother
And this I come home to, this is my shelter
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, you'll see
I don't want love to destroy me like it has done
my family

Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Mommy I'll do anything
Can we work it out? Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave

Daddy please stop yellin, I can't stand the sound

Make mama stop cryin, cuz I need you around
My mama she loves you, no matter what she says
its true
I know that she hurts you, but remember I love
you, too

I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away
Don't wanna go back to that place, but don't have
no choice, no way
It ain't easy growin up in World War III
Never knowin what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me like it did my
family


In our family portrait, we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, let's act like it comes
naturally
I don't wanna have to split the holidays
I don't want two addresses
I don't want a step-brother anyways
And I don't want my mom to have to change her
last name

In our family portrait we look pretty happy
We look pretty normal, let's go back to that
In our family portrait we look pretty happy
Let's play pretend, act like it goes naturally

(I promise I'll be better, Daddy please don't
leave)
Remember that the night you left you took my
shining star?


Mom will be nicer
I'll be so much better, I'll tell my brother
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner
I'll be so much better, I'll do everything right
I'll be your little girl forever
I'll go to sleep at night


Thanks, P!NK

Thursday, October 27, 2011

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE: Wanting to Leave, Yet Not Safe To Stay ~ Laura Buzawa

Shadows
       Oh her sad, vacant face
Bruises
      Hid by a coat of skin colored denial
Not wanting to leave
      Where could she go?
Not safe to stay
      Did she do something wrong?
Not wanting to leave
      He's the only one who loves me
Not safe to stay
      Obviously its her fault
He's so upset
      Not wanting to leave
Its not like anyone would listen anyways
      Not wanting to leave
It's not like anyone would listen always
      Not wanting to leave
Who would believe a small passive voice over the charming good boy (the facade hiding the ugly monster  introduced after our brief euphoria of magic)

Not safe to stay
       This time not just for her, but for the life within her womb
Not wanting to leave
       But he loves her
What to do?
       She only knows two things:
She doesn't want to leave
      But its not safe to stay.





Thursday, October 6, 2011

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE ... Avoid men, avoid domestic violence.

How do you define this kind of love?
Ladies and g...entlemen is this love or what?????


Mercy - I don’t want my boyfriend to go to jail; I love him

STICHES cover her once beautiful face, while pus seeps from her severely cut ear. Her beauty has been tattered, and she may never look the same again.

Despite all the pain she’s going through, 28-year-old Mercy Ng’uni is a woman in love, ready to forgive the man that almost killed her.

Mercy, a Kanyama resident and a mother of three, narrates how her boyfriend severed her ear and sliced face with a bottle.

“Nothing really happened for him to beat me up like this. He is my boyfriend and sometimes he spends nights at my place,” says Mercy.

Mercy, a hairdresser by profession, narrated that on the fateful day, she knocked off later than her boyfriend name withheld, an issue she suspects may have triggered him to beat her.

“On that day he came home at 18:00 hours and I came 30 minutes later. All was okay, we talked just as usual and he told me he was going to watch a soccer match at a nearby bar. 20 minutes later he came back. I wondered why he was back so early but he told me he couldn’t watch the game,” she says.

“He later told me to prepare his clothes for the following morning and told me he wanted to sleep,” narrated Mercy. “He asked if we had locked the door so that we could go to bed. He later asked for water, and I gave him water as he requested.”

Mercy said the man kept tossing in bed and woke up around 23:00 hours, wanting to go outside as he claimed he was not feeling too well in the house.

“I refused to open the door because it was late. Instead, I opened the window and we started chatting. As we were chatting, we both fell asleep,” says Mercy.

Mercy says around midnight, she felt someone hitting her with a bottle and she woke up thinking they had been attacked.

“I just felt someone hitting me with a bottle and I immediately woke up and screamed that we had been attacked. At this point the bottle had broken and he told me that no one had attacked us and that he was going to kill me,” she says.

Mercy narrates that her boyfriend started cutting her face with the bottle and cut her ear.

“He started cutting my face while telling me that he was going to kill me, I screamed for help but the bedroom door was locked. I managed to grab his hand and that’s how he dropped the bottle.

My daughter then rushed to open the outer door and our landlord broke the bedroom door to rescue me,” she says.
Mercy says the landlord took them to the police station where the man was detained and she was taken to the clinic.

“I went to Kanyama clinic but I was told there were no doctors to attend to me and I was referred to the UTH,” she says.

Mercy says after she was attended to at University Teaching Hospital, she returned home only to find her ear on the bed.

“I found my ear on the bed and I put it in the fridge so that I could have it stitched the following day,” she says.

Mercy says the following day she called a medical personnel from a private clinic, who followed her home to stitch the ear, but it could not hold.

“That’s how I lost my ear,” Mercy says.

She says this is the second time her boyfriend has beaten her in the two years that they have been together.

“The first time he beat me up, he bit me on the cheeks. My phone rang at night and as I was about to answer, the line cut and he got suspicious and started biting me on both cheeks. That was the first time ever he behaved violently,” she says.

Mercy says her boyfriend was released from police cell three days after the latest the incident and has been begging for forgiveness.

Despite all she has gone through, Mercy says she is more than willing to forgive him.

“I don’t want him to go to jail; I love him. All I want is for him to assist me financially to acquire good medical attention,” she says.

However, Mercy’s brother Emmanuel just wants her boyfriend to face the law.

“I just want him to face the law. If my sister wants him back, that’s her problem. She should not come running to us next time,” says Emmanuel.

Mercy is just one of the many battered women that suffer silently in the name of love. Many have silently died while protecting ‘criminals’ all in the name.

How do you want to die? At the hands of a ‘loved one’, chose to live for you only have one life – only God should determine when you die but not some lunatic.

Time is now, act now, love yourself now, deliver yourself now, for tomorrow may be too late.


Is this what we want for ourselves? 
Do you want your kids to witness you being battered?
It wouldn't be such a nice experience for them! I have seen this happen   (I will visit this in another blogpost in future) and I wouldn't wish it, even to my worst enemy!

Listen and watch video: Listen to the young girl!





Watch this: This girl took a video of herself immediately after the domestic violence ordeal!





Watch it happen live! Watch as this guy verbally & physically beats up his wife while his son records it all on video.







Why should we wait for such a thing to happen? A tree  falls on those that are near it! Do not wait for such a disaster to happen!
The only way to avoid such a tragedy is simple: KEEP OFF ALL MEN!

I ain't doing this anymore. I can't stand watching my sisters go through this.

Superwomen!
We are superwomen, if you are already in an abusive relationship, move out of it, NOW! You are superwoman! Even  when you are a mess, just put on a vest with an "S" on the chest coz you are a superwoman!




They are the only source of all our predicaments! They are aliens sent on earth (by God knows who) from a certain planet  to come on earth to humiliate women and make them miserable. It seems they do exactly that which they were sent to do.

Men will mess you up, paralyse you and hinder all your success from coming your way.

I will not  give any of these aliens a chance to mess me up! Damn all men!