My Feminism Looks Like… Adwoa

A personal interview for an African Feminist Project

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Screen Shot 2015-05-22 at 13.04.331. Can you tell me a little about yourself?

Name is Adwoa, I am Ghanaian and I feast on the elixir of life: the souls of bigots. It nourishes me. Makes my hair thicker, skin sleeker, tongue sharper and pussy finer. I run the blog ghanafeminism.com and I’m a recent law school graduate. My only life goal is to reduce human suffering while maintaining personal happiness.

2. Who’s your favourite feminist?

My favorite feminist differs depending on how I feel on that day. Today it is former head of state of Burkina Faso, Thomas Sankara. Because Sankara did what no head of state has ever done, center women’s liberation as a foundational and necessary part of Burkina and equity.

3. What is your take on pornography?

I support sex work. And I acknowledge the unjust economic instituions, that take monopolize resources in ruling class men’s hands, such that their sexual…

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The Normalcy of Abnormality

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Just yesterday, I had to suffer through tweets saying women stay in abusive relationships because they enjoy sex with their abusive partners.
Of course I scoffed at this flawed reasoning. Funny enough, the whole conversation did not trigger anything until a few hours ago when I was reminiscing over events in Ghana with my sister.

My sister is one person I admire wholly. She is smart, beautiful, and brave. I will go out of my way to say she is my favourite feminist.
I learnt from her not to take crap from anyone (male or female but especially male) because I’m a girl. No sir, she will speak up and fight right back for justice.

Anyway, so I had decided to not get involved in this issue but during our conversation, she made mention of the night she dared my uncle to hit me again so she reported him to…

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No Further Questions: Wo Yɛ Too Known

neilWhen I was a child, I once asked my Religious and Moral Studies Teacher why we had to obey God. He replied that it was because God was the creator of the universe and Our Father. I pressed on, asking “How did we know that?” His answer was that it said so in the Bible. I asked why I was supposed to trust the Bible and he responded that I needed to have faith and believe in God. That line of questioning furthered my reputation as a problem child. I was often labeled as “too known” for having many questions, for doubting the answers that adults gave me, and for pushing to know more. I was also told by some adults that “some things are just the way they are.”  Shaming curiosity and socializing people not to explore explanations for things we do not understand, creates a culture where critical thinking skills are stunted. I present the following case study as an example of the damage that failing to ask “why” can cause. Continue reading