0808,PERSONAL THOUGHTS ON THE OBSERVANCE OF NATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY IN SOUTH AFRICA

Today is the 9th of August, marking national Women’s Day on the calendars of Southh Africans. This day has actually been declared as a public holiday to comemorate an incident that occurred a few decades ago when women of all races went to the Union building in Pretoria to protest against the unjust laws of the “Apartheid regime” as so many people who are either ignorant or in denial of the recent numerous racially motivated crimes committed all over South Africa on a day-to-day basis like to refer to the pre-1994 government …

What is significant for me as a White South African about this day, is that the historical event that led to its official observance as a public holiday serves as proof that all women, regardless of race, belief, cultural background, and conviction, can stand together and without the help and support of men, to fight against injustice, such as laws that generate division, resentment, hatred, and bitterness. Women are able to show to the world that it is possible and doable to fight without using force or violence if they put their minds to it.

It reinforces the belief I’ve been holding for such a long time that women are meant

to bind and hold together that which has been entrusted to them and their people, namely relationships and the sense of community and identity;
to mend what has been broken down over many years by man’s prejudiced and unfounded assumptions and presumptions; and
to rebuild and restore the secure walls and boundaries of their habitation
in a way men can’t.

So today, I feel grateful and proud to be a woman despite all the messy and/or complicated stuff that comes with womanhood. I’m also proud to have been born in South Africa despite my vulnerability as a visually impaired person and the fact that I often feel resentment toward people who assume certain things about me without knowing me just because I’m white and Afrikaans. I am even proud of the fact that I am white, because the presence of the white women among those who protested in those days is proof that not all whites are racists …

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WHY I DIDN’t POST ANYTHING FROM THE 1ST to THE 7th OF WOMEN’S MONTH

Today is the eightth day of August already — the month that’s supposed to be Women’s month in South Africa, and the second most special month of the year for me,despite being the last month in the winter of the Southern hemisphere. The most special month of the year for me will depend on the month during which Lent and Easter is observed.

One of the reasons that makes August so special is that it is the birthday month of both my husband and myself. Our birthdays are exactly two weeks apart. We always joke about it, because it is only during that period when there seems to be an age difference of two years between us, although the truth is that the exact age gap between us is one year and two weeks …

Except for that, the entire month of August is observed as Women’s month in South Africa, and the 9th of August is also a public holiday here.

The first week of August marks international breastfeeding awareness week — a week set apart to encourage and promote breastfeeding-something about which I am very passionate.

With everything that’s going on in August, I often become thrilled and maybe unnecessarily excited about the thought that I was born during the first week of August (during international breastfeeding awareness week) and the month of women. For some reason, it makes me feel privileged, feminine, beautiful, and most of all, destined for things so great and awesome that they are beyond what I can think or imagine …

If August is of such great significance to me then, why didn’t I start posting about my journey as a woman or the things that concern women at the start of the month already? Why am I only starting to post in this blog today?

In short, the answer to this question is simply this: I screwed up big time! That’s all. Nothing more; nothing less. But that’s what happens when one keeps on postponing …

Or wait, maybe I’m really not such a devil after all, because I kept on postponing to write in here as I had things on my mind that enjoy a higher priority than blogging right now, such as attending to and organising for our relocation from one town in a certain povince in South Africa to another province.

When I had time to blog last week, I constantly battled to stay focused as my head felt thick and sore, especially from Wednesday to Friday of last week while I had access to the internet. Heck, thanks to that, I literally had a snotty birthday and I slept through the better part of my birthday because I just couldn’t concentrate.

When my husband took me out to celebrate it, I struggled to hold my tongue. It was very hard for me not to complain about that all-too-familiar way my body ached to warn that I’m having a very bad case of the flu. If it wasn’t for the phonecalls I got after we went home that night, I would’ve gone to bed immediately upon our arrival, but shame, my folks didn’t know, and I really didn’t mind that they were calling me. They meant well.

But anyway, that was why I didn’t get to blogging last week. But I already drafted and completed tomorrow’s entry for this blog seeing that tomorrow is National Women’s Day in South Africa.

So, to those of you living in a part of the world where it’s morning, have a nice day. If it’s in the afternoon where you are,good afternoon. To those of us who will be going to bed shortly, goodnight.

WHY I DIDN’t POST ANYTHING FROM THE 1ST to THE 7th OF WOMEN’S MONTH

Today is the eightth day of August already — the month that’s supposed to be Women’s month in South Africa, and the second most special month of the year for me,despite being the last month in the winter of the Southern hemisphere. The most special month of the year for me will depend on the month during which Lent and Easter is observed.

One of the reasons that makes August so special is that it is the birthday month of both my husband and myself. Our birthdays are exactly two weeks apart. We always joke about it, because it is only during that period when there seems to be an age difference of two years between us, although the truth is that the exact age gap between us is one year and two weeks …

Except for that, the entire month of August is observed as Women’s month in South Africa, and the 9th of August is also a public holiday here.

The first week of August marks international breastfeeding awareness week — a week set apart to encourage and promote breastfeeding-something about which I am very passionate.

With everything that’s going on in August, I often become thrilled and maybe unnecessarily excited about the thought that I was born during the first week of August (during international breastfeeding awareness week) and the month of women. For some reason, it makes me feel privileged, feminine, beautiful, and most of all, destined for things so great and awesome that they are beyond what I can think or imagine …

If August is of such great significance to me then, why didn’t I start posting about my journey as a woman or the things that concern women at the start of the month already? Why am I only starting to post in this blog today?

In short, the answer to this question is simply this: I screwed up big time! That’s all. Nothing more; nothing less. But that’s what happens when one keeps on postponing …

Or wait, maybe I’m really not such a devil after all, because I kept on postponing to write in here as I had things on my mind that enjoy a higher priority than blogging right now, such as attending to and organising for our relocation from one town in a certain povince in South Africa to another province.

When I had time to blog last week, I constantly battled to stay focused as my head felt thick and sore, especially from Wednesday to Friday of last week while I had access to the internet. Heck, thanks to that, I literally had a snotty birthday and I slept through the better part of my birthday because I just couldn’t concentrate.

When my husband took me out to celebrate it, I struggled to hold my tongue. It was very hard for me not to complain about that all-too-familiar way my body ached to warn that I’m having a very bad case of the flu. If it wasn’t for the phonecalls I got after we went home that night, I would’ve gone to bed immediately upon our arrival, but shame, my folks didn’t know, and I really didn’t mind that they were calling me. They meant well.

But anyway, that was why I didn’t get to blogging last week. But I already drafted and completed tomorrow’s entry for this blog seeing that tomorrow is National Women’s Day in South Africa.

So, to those of you living in a part of the world where it’s morning, have a nice day. If it’s in the afternoon where you are,good afternoon. To those of us who will be going to bed shortly, goodnight.

ABOUT FEMISSUES

I am not a superwoman or a supermom. I admit that I can’t be equally devoted to my career and my family at the same time. But I can’t stand the abuse of women by their life partners or injustice done to women just because of their gender. In some countries, baby girls are being killed just because they’re girls, while in Western countries, women are paid less than men for doing the same job. These things are crimes done to women, who are all our sisters just because we are women and we have so many things in common.

I hate to say this, but very sadly, it really has been my observation that most women would rather choose to want to compete against one another, no matter where they may find themselves. They would often break each other down, not necessarily by what they say, but in the way they say it, all of this in spite of the problems we have to face and the struggles we have to endure in our journey of womanhood. Why are we forever coming at each other like cats in a catfight, scratching each other so much that there’s blood, teeth and hair all over the place instead of building each other up with sincere encouraging advice from the heart?

If we all have something good in us and we all have something to give to someone else, then why do housewives accuse career women of not knowing their place and of concentrating so hard on their careers that they neglect to take care of their homes and marriages on a physical, emotional, and sexual level, and why do career women break housewives down for not working outside the home environment and for lacking ambition?

If the fact that we’re all women leaves us with so many things we have in common, then why do mothers argue among each other and send one another on guilt trips about things that won’t last forever and that will pass away, such as the choice of your birth plan, breastfeeding and formula-feeding, cloth diapering or using disposable diapers, public or home schooling, and so on and so forth despite us being fortunate enough to conceive and have (or adopt) children and the mutual desire we share to raise them to the best of our ability,?

If we all can learn something from one another, then why do mothers and their adult daughters or two sisters fight or argue about how right or wrong the beliefs of the other are when it comes to child-rearing, career and life choices, and religious issues?

Having experienced what it’s like to be a housewife and a career woman (at different times in my life of course), I have at some stage heard, witnessed and involved myself with such arguments, and I can tell you: they never lead to anything good or positive., Instead, these arguments often leave women despondent and angry at each other, and cause more and more division among women, which I don’t think we need. Rather, I think women in general need to be built up, and I believe this is doable despite the many things on which we don’t always agree.

The purpose of this blog, then, is to equip every woman reading it or participating in the conversations inspired by its articles, with practical ways by which we can promote and enhance peaceful and sincerely compassionate relationships between women so that we will be inspired by one another to do whatever we feel we’re called to do.

I know there are many other discussion sites with women in mind, and you are more than welcome to visit these as well, because I do not stand in competition with any person or organization that serves women exclusively. I’m not in some sort of a blogging contest, neither am I an expert in coaching women to be women. I have a lot to learn myself, and I truly believe that the moment I die will be the moment when I’ll finally stop learning from the insight of others, whether or not they share my religious or other convictions.

However, my writings in other blogs I’ve had in the past have inspired other women, and I got positive feedback from many women, telling me that they’ve been enriched by my posts. It’s so good to hear you’ve reached and ministered to people with the gifts and talents you have, and that’s what I hope to do for you who are reading this.