Mine looks like equal opportunities for girls and boys in education. For girls to know that whatever they want to achieve, the only thing they need is to go for it.
It looks like a good healthcare system. One where women don’t die as they deliver children, where girls and boys can access these services close to them.
It looks like an education system that gives each child a wide range of experiences at no cost. Sports, music, the arts, academics. Because when education is not free, girls may not be chosen for the honour.
It looks like a world where children can play in a public playground. Where we keep these spaces open, available, where private developers don’t claim what should be room to exist away from home; where girls can run and be free.
It means a Basic Income. Because if we all have some money in our pockets every month, we can be able to make certain decisions, certain moves. Because then women – and men – have a chance to take money out of the equation.
It means a variety of things and it’s the reason this post resonated. It’s why I do so much of the things I do: the Ed 10 Consortium, Wajukuu Library, speaking openly about mental health issues, reading policy papers.
This is what my feminism looks like; what does yours look like?
Note: This post is part of #CuminWrites366, my year-long attempt to write a post a day. Find the rest over at readability.com/cuminwrites/
Questions, comments, suggestions or thoughts on feminism? Send them to cuminwrites@gmail.com
Nyambura Mutanyi 