Mirror of Time (by Nafula Wafula)

    A small rectangular mirror stands on the stool next to my bed. Stained. Ordinary. Cheap, it must have cost no more than 100 shillings. There is nothing extra-ordinary about it. There is nothing extra-ordinary about my morning ritual that is tied to it either. Every morning, I place it against the wall, struggling…

Ingrained Sexism and Its Manifestations

This particular post is inspired by one of the most annoyingly sexist advertisements I have had the misfortune to watch, the terrible ways womyn’s voices have been misrepresented and continue to be absent among other sexist ways of  Uganda’s media. The advert, running or (which ran depending on if it finally stopped airing or not)…