10:40 am

When I think about what it means to be a woman in South Africa today, my heart sways with something heavy. Of course there is a little bit of pride, after all, we live in a country where women have made their mark. But there is mostly fear and worry. Fear because ours is a time of pervasive gender-based violence, worry because I am raising my daughters here… will they also learn to be fearful and worried about their safety and their future?

I sat down last week and thought about what I wanted to write about on my blog this month, with it being International Women’s Month, the choice was almost made for me.


When my sisters and I were very young, a friend of my dad gave us a storybook. It was either in the very late 1980’s or very early 1990’s. I can’t really remember. This book was incredibly special. I can’t give you the name of it because I don’t know it, but I can tell you what it taught us. This book was written to educate children about apartheid. Why it was wrong and what it meant for people of colour. It was written and illustrated in such a way that the truth was unavoidable.

As my sisters and I got lost in the pages of this book, we learned about the pass system, Bantu education, the group areas act, suffering and pain. But there was one lesson, hidden close to the end of the book… a story about Wathint’ abafazi, wathint’ imbokodo’.


The story was about the iconic march of women against the pass system in 1956, but it was actually a story about how, as women, we are more powerful than we could ever know. It was a story about how, as women, we strongest when we stand together. I won’t forget listening to my mom reading us the story of Wathint’ abafazi, wathint’ imbokodo’ and telling us that that greatest lesson of this book and our lives will be to stand together, as sisters and with all women.

Being raised in a family that is predominantly female has shaped the way I look at other women. My aunts, my sisters, my mother, my grandmothers, these women I adore, these women who have struggled and suffered and laughed and lost and cried until their souls were raw, these women who have and continue to thrive. These are the women that have inspired me to champion all women.

For the rest of this month, my blog will be wholly focused on the women around me, some of them I will know, some of them I have never met, all of them are doing amazing things, all of them inspire me constantly.


Maybe you're wondering what form this take, what this will look like on my blog. Let me tell you:

I am going to introduce you to 2 amazing NGO's run by women for women. 
I am going to share a few stories with you about women who are doing the maximum to change male dominated industries. 
I am going to give numerous shout outs to the baddest b*tches I know. 
I am going to share a bit of my personal struggles with you. 
I am going to post links and articles that will change the way you think about being a woman. 

There will be no giveaways, there will be no talk of bonding over spa days, there will only be the real and true stories that (I hope) will inspire you to lift up the women around you.  


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