~Womanhood (potter)~

Womanhood, the
potter,
moulded me into a
beautiful woman
from the clay of my
spinning mother’s
broken wings.
She said:
You mother was
born with ability
to fly but men cut
her wings.
They said:
She must think
not out of kitchen
Her fantasy must
be pleasing his man
not being pleased.
And Oh she must
never spread her
ideas but her legs.
As she put flowers
in the pots
She fries striped
potatoes in pans
She hits chords
but her echoes are
broken by walls of
a home she built.
She gave me her
broken wings
told me to carry
them to my
womanhood.
She said:
Add them to your
own wings
When it’s dark for
you and you don’t
know where to go
the scars of my
broken wings will
shine and show you
the way.
As I fly I spread the
echoes of the
freedom she never
had but I should have.
If you don’t like the
shades of my wings
Oh well… I can’t hide
scars unless they heal
And O please,
Don’t tell me how
I should colour them.

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~Pain (Haiku)~

The pain is too deep

Every time my ink drips

Pain, not poetries…

AngeRw

How Dare You Deny?

International legal definition of Genocide states that Genocide is any of the following acts committed with intent to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group, as such: killing members of the group; causing serious bodily or mental harm to members of the group; deliberately inflicting on the group conditions of life calculated to bring about its physical destruction in whole or in part; imposing measures intended to prevent births within the group and forcibly transferring children of the group to another group.

Genocide is developed in 10 stages though some historians may combine some of them like Discrimination, Dehumanization to form one stage while Preparation, Persecution form one stage too and leads to 8 stages only.

The summary of 10 stages of Genocide:

As a student of history I have been thinking about these stages that I studied and came to a conclusion that Genocide against Tutsi in 1994 passed through all these stages and my only unanswered questions is How dare people deny it?

Let’s see how Genocide against Tutsi in 1994 passed through all these stages and why it shouldn’t be denied in any form.

10 Stages of Genocide Against Tutsi in 1994

1. Classification: Rwandan were divided into us and them (Tutsi and Hutu).

2. Symbolization: Rwanda were forced to identify themselves. They were symbolized by slight physical traits, economic activities like farming, pastoralism, Identification Card which states whether you’re Hutu or Tutsi.

3. Discrimination: Tutsi were discriminated from education and especially in politics.

4. Dehumanization: Tutsi were equaled to cockroaches, snakes. Tutsi were denied of their humanity.

5. Organization: military like interahamwe, administration and political parties were all organized to spread hate and start attacking Tutsi.

6. Polarization: The radios, newspaper and other forms of media were all being taken over by Hutu and used it to spread hateful messages to Tutsi and also used to bond Hutu against Tutsi.

7. Preparation: weapons machetes, guns were brought as well as more troops.

8. Persecution: Tutsi were separated using ID cards, their house were burned, they were sent to killing stations like stadiums, prisons, churches, etc.

9. Extermination: In 100 days approximately 800 000 Tutsi were murdered with machetes, guns and other traditional tools.

10. Denial: During Genocide itself UN denied that Genocide against Tutsi was taking place in Rwanda.

Denial extends the crime of Genocide to future generations of the victims. It’s a continuation of the intent to destroy the group.

Genocide against Tutsi in 1994 is sometimes denied in the following ways

  • Deny killings took place
  • Question and minimize statistics
  • Block access to archives and witness
  • Destroy evidence
  • Claim killing were in self defense
  • Blame the victims for what happened
  • Refusing to participate in a walk to remember
  • Comparing Genocide with Civil War
  • Calling it wrongful names
  • Etc.

I don’t understand why this is even a topic. Genocide Against Tutsi in 1994 took place and it was not a civil war, not self defense, and not because of the crash of Habyarimana plane. Genocide Against Tutsi in 1994 was intentionally planned long ago before the crash even took place.

It have been 24 years since the tragedy. Wounds and scars are still felt so how dare you deny the truth? How dare you deny something we saw with our two eyes, felt with our two hands? How can we forget something that crashed our souls? How can you deny something that took our own?

The truth hurt but heals so true stories must be told and written so the history must never repeat itself. It’s up to you and me not to deny our dark past so that we know how to differentiate it with the light. It’s up to you and me to use our pens, our social medias, our talents, our voices and our power to implement NEVER AGAIN”

Reference:

http://www.un.org/en/genocideprevention/genocide.html

The legal definition of Genocide by UN

http://genocidewatch.net/genocide-2/8-stages-of-genocide/

Legal accepted 10 stages of Genocide

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There’s A Life In Remembrance

One hundred days took away more than
Our one million reasons to have a smile
See, back then life was nothing but lies
Now that love, humanity seems to rise
History must be told till no one denies.

The drops of precious blood shouldn’t-
have been lost in a mud, Oh Mata, Mata
Mata was supposed to be filled with amata
But was filled with scarlet rain and pain
Lets take a walk to remember together
to honor the people we lost back then.

Back then, humanity was lost at any cost
As hate prevailed but love and sanity died
Who was left to protect the innocent lives,
Rich benefits from wars no wonder they-
never cared. We took matters in our own-
hands till we saw the light, there’s a hope.

Remember the road that brought you pain
That history must never repeat itself again
We remember to honor those who died for us
There’s a piece of us that belongs to them
We carry them inside our hearts, we remember
to show those who survived that we care.

She was sixteen and silence, Those who ate
with her father raped her because she was a-
Tutsi. Into our homes they came with force
Erased our existence with blood and swords
They took the bones out of our graves so that
The world would never know that we existed.

All land soaked with their blood, Will grow hope
from the mud through remembrance, I know
See, back then there was no hope to survive. But
to remember is to live, I’d be dead if I forget
There is a fruitful life and hope in remembrance.

AngeRw

Like Hurricanes

Being a loser, had always scared me
More than having a toast with a ghost
More than a jumbo snake on my neck.
And as I sat among all those blessed
Bodies that manifested achievements
My fear grew deeper than the deepest
that I could taste it between my lips!

I went outside and looked all the floras
Looking as greener as coniferous trees .
Oh, Rwanda, Rwanda, Rwanda! Everybody
loved Rwanda for being clean and green.
For my Musanze spring was a perfect season
It gave me hope that like trees shed their
leaves in autumn and grows back in spring
I’ll be a winner cause I was once a loser!

My life is like Marley without cigarettes
So I lit up the Marlboro and took a puff
Not only I wanted to feel myself though
That’s always part of it. It was just that…
I was shaking and needed a thing to hold!
You knew I loved you, you knew who I was
I was Ange The Loser with anthem “Fail”!

Scars ain’t a thing to hide but to display
with pride, Kintsugi of Japan thought me.
Each scars has its own story and beauty
So I started showing off my scars proudly.
I became a giant loser to you so I became
a loser to myself. That’s the things about
words – sometimes I let them define me!

Hurricanes, Hurricanes, Hurricanes! Who
would’ve thought that moist evaporated
from Pacific Ocean would cause a storm
so destructive like you. I never thought
your words would break me, I never knew
your words were strong until they sunk
in my scars and broke me like Hurricanes!

-Ange Rw

Break The Silence

If a boy tells you again that your ass is to small
for a girl, Remind him that your body is not his
If he questions your beauty, tell him you’re a not_
a quiz, you have to be the best version of you!

Somehow he thinks your body is like an arranged
painting in his houses owned to make him happy,
to make his life a little more colourful and full of life
It’s not she for him, you for him, you are not his!

I know you are told to tie your tongue tighter
You’re highly simplified though you’re a fighter
You gave and gave with all your heart and soul
Told women must endure everything & anything!

I know the part that once beat is now all silence
and trampled. In the end its all you got in return
But silence is not only what you inherited from_
your mothers, they’re so much more to explore!

If someone could save you, it would be you
If they tell you you’ve to be found by a man
Tell them, you’ve to find yourself to be happy
Happiness doesn’t revolve around “HE” but “YOU”!

You’ve always been brave and strong enough
The cultures, traditions, religious, politics and
whole universe convinced you that you are not
and never will be strong enough on your own!

It’s been a long time since you choose to be silent
The presence of your silence makes the world_
define you the way you don’t deserve to be defined
Don’t be defined by them, break the silence!

Ange Rw

Good enough

Your mind is a treasure that I’d love to discover
You give me an abyss of love, makes me recover
You push me I pull you like a puller and shover
You touchs, your look and kisses give me shiver!

I’m drunk on your love but still I’ll take another sip
Your finger scrolling me down like a monitor, I drip
I got body and moves only for you unzip, see me strip
As I squeeze one lip with ice and nip on your upper lip!

But once again I’m forced to wake up from this dream
by your scream before I even have a little juice or cream
though it’s in my dreams, so baby I write this ream-
to tell you that I miss the man I married to the extreme!

He was caring, loving, accepting and understanding
My body is no longer curving but my heart is still loving
So baby, make love to me this once and tell me you love
something about me not as simple as my body and curves..

I don’t care if after that you’ll tell me that you want me_
taking diet, I’d do it knowing that something as simple as
my body wasn’t the only thing I can give to you, show me
You’d still nip my nipple when they’re no longer standing!

Tell me what I think is not true that the reason you don’t_
touch me like before is not because you never loved me…
but my body. I’m angry to myself like steam stream that I_
was never good enough to be loved when beauty is gone!

I just want you to look at me and tell me I’m good enough
I am not tough enough to see you treating me so rough-
while you are tenderly pampering other ladies, I want you
to make love to me in reality not just in my dreams and say…

You’re good enough not to be shared!

-Ange Rw

Why women are only told to speak the silence?

Women are told to speak the silence, why must they break the silence?

If there’s something that catches one’s attention nowadays is this term “End violence against women.”
Sadly when we talk violence against women people only think of things like beating and raping (raping between strangers).
They don’t understand or don’t even want to admit the truth that Rape mostly occurs between people who have relationship with each other, a woman is not safe in this world not even in her home.
Your father can rape you, your brother can rape you, your husband can rape you, your boyfriend can rape you, your teacher, your employer, your this and that, but how many women capable to break the silence about these kind of rape when no body is going to believe them?
They’ll be saying this:

She was wearing this

She was drinking this

She was acting like this

She was reckless

You’re his girlfriend not a property

How can someone ask for rape?

The way society places responsibility for being sexually assaulted or raped on the victim, instead of the perpetrator.

None of these women were asking for it?

No means no

I have no clue why this is even a topic, but people are saying that, if a woman wears revealing clothing, that its partially their fault. No, it their body, they can flaunt it and show it off in whatever clothing or accessories they want to. If the woman flirts with the man, even leads him on and hooks up with him, but lets say, doesn’t want to have any sexual things and clearly states it, it doesn’t matter whether she was the one to initiate the hook up, if she doesn’t want to participate in something sexually and makes it clear, then that is no invitation to be raped. It’s her body, its her choice whether or not she wants to do anything sexually, and if she is having sexual intercourse, it is to her consent that she can stop it when she wants to if she doesn’t want to continue or feels uncomfortable, etc.

Women should be able to walk past anyone they want without feeling threatened, they should be able to go out alone and walk wherever they want when ever they want. they should also be able to wear whatever they want just like men do.
After all, we’re all human beings.
Let me ask men who says that it’s a woman’s fault, that she’s raped because the clothes she was wearing, that she was asking for it?
If it is the victims fault that they are raped as a result of what they wear then why the rape rate don’t climb massively in the summer.”

It is never the victims fault for rape so what if you do a bit of harmless flirting with someone doesn’t give them the right to put something in your drink or rape you. No means no, no matter the circumstances. Drunk or not. Conscious or not.

No means no

So why women don’t say this?

I saw a hot guy at a party…

He was wearing nothing but a pair of shorts showing off his fit body and was drinking heavily and flirting with all the girls. So it was kind of his fault that I saw all this and then took advantage of his drunkenness and nakedness and when he half passed out took him off to be raped.

There’s no justification for rape, for abusing women rights. Instead of telling women not to do certain things, tell men not to assault them. Wherever you tell women not do certain things to avoid being assaulted you’re encouraging men to do so.

NO ONE ASKS TO BE RAPED.

Flirting does not justify rape. Men are not animals that can’t control their sexual desires and women aren’t pieces of meat just there to be raped.

A man beating a woman

But how many people actually understand the cause of violence against women?

Violence against women is manifestation of historically unequal power relations between men and women. As long as you’re not fighting against the ideologies that men are superior human beings than women, violence against women will continue.

The major cause of violence against women is the system that have always put men over women, as they call it Patriarch system.

Patriarchy is a system in which males hold primary power and predominate in roles of political leadership, moral authority, social privilege and control of property.
Patriarchy as a system is historical:

  • Men appropriated themselves of women’s sexual right even before the formation of private property and class society.
  • States were organized in the form of patriarchy
  • Men learned to institute dominance and hierarchy over people by their practice of earlier dominance and the institutionalization of slavery.

I wrote that on my twitter when I saw women defending patriarchy, I was sad.

Patriarchy has shaped cultural attitudes and practises and affects how we think and behave, until we become aware of its presence and challenge it.

The traditions, rules, and values of patriarchy, from the last six millennia, are often taught to girls by mothers who believed they were helping their children to survive in a male dominated world.

“We all have an inner patriarch who controls us from the inside… from unconscious – Sidra Stone”

“the inner patriarch operates in men as well as women, his voice is the voice of our culture”

Women only speak silence, most of women who were blessed with opportunities to speak only speak silence, and we know few people who have the ability to listen to the silence. Women who should be advocating for their fellow woman speak for culture, a culture that was created by men for men.

Every time a woman sees a man, she smells power. In a patriarchal society, women are excepted to be obedient and submissive at all times.

by Letty Cottin Pogrebin

When a woman speaks the adverse effects of patriarchy, she is suddenly marked as a feminist, a name that men fear to hear in their ears, a name that is a threat to patriarchy. Most women fear to be named this name because society start calling her a woman who got no values, a woman fighting for something that will never be achieved, they tell her that men have always been superior and will always be, it even gets to a point where people tell her that she will never find a husband with feminists attitude.

The greatest lesson a woman should learn:

She is something big without or with a man, it’s the system, culture that made her believe she was nothing without a man.

Men and feminism: by definition feminism doesn’t mean women have to hate men, it doesn’t even mean women are superior to men. It’s not about hurting men, it’s about uplifting women.

We’re told to tie our tongues tighter because simplicity is the hymen of a woman in this land of ours. But it’s time to break the silence.

The patriarchy system we live in speaks loudly through words and actions but women as one of its citizens are only told to speak the silence so women tell me “isn’t it difficult to live in a kingdom that you don’t understand it’s language?” you’ve to learn their language to communicate and be understood, speak loudly, stop speaking the silence.

I know it’s difficult but it gets better so keep on putting on your cape each and every morning and keep saving your world one superhuman act at time.
Silence is golden, or so I was told when I was young. Later, everything changed. Silence equals death, the queer activists fighting the neglect and repression around Aids shouted in the streets. Silence is the ocean of the unsaid, the unspeakable, the repressed, the erased, the unheard. It surrounds the scattered islands made up of those allowed to speak and of what can be said and who listens.

Break the silence

Why must we only speak the silence?

The moon 🌙

The moon 🌙 is not a light, right?

but look how it reflects the light,

even in the darkest night 🌃.

Just beautiful

Ange Rw

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