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My dress my choice!.. Then what?

2 weeks and I am still a disturbed woman, after following up the news about #mydressmychoice Kenya,reading through social media and discussing with friends on the sad incidence of a young woman stripped naked for wearing a short skirt, I still have no understanding on how grown ass men, sorry! boys i meant, come up with group decision to strip a woman because their small stupid minds agree in unison that they are indecent. Dare one to raise a finger when he's alone and he could pee on himself. This story reminded me of what happened last few months in another town, last few years in another. It happens,  we then chant, walk, sing, protest and later calm down. Then? wait for a next time? I am sorry but my choice will have to be emphasized in a more serious manner! Where do I buy pepper spray? What am i allowed to carry in the streets of Kenya to protect myself from perverted idlers? How do i crush their balls? I was really thinking about the survivirors, none of us who have never go...

The age difference between my Africa and my Europe😄

I write this with utmost honesty. Our ribs have hurt everytime this discussion has come up and believe me it has come up for as many times and with lots of different people from both continents. If you have never sat and had this discussion in a way that you stripped your childhood times naked, let me tell you the funny bits about the age difference of my continents.. I remember when i would tell my European friends and classmates the stories of my life, and in their eyes, i could see this sadness or i put it as pity, or did they even believe me? they were polite enough to just nod than just tell me they don't get it because i narrated to them the stories their grandmothers narrated about their childhood. It was not until i started working, met and made friends with all kinds of agegroups that i realised i could well be 60 in Europe, storywise i mean. My 30 year old  European friends have no understanding of my childhood. My story was flowing swiftly and melodiously with the o...