Getting Personal
I just thought it might be good if l pen down my personal experience as a male feminist in Africa In the heart of Zimbabwe, amidst the vibrant tapestry of culture and tradition, lies the story of myself (Rodney Kudakwashe Mutombo)—a beacon of hope in a sea of gender inequality, navigating the tumultuous waters of feminism from within the confines of a glass closet. To be a young male feminist in Zimbabwe is to walk a tightrope suspended between two worlds the expectations of society on one side, and the unwavering commitment to gender equality on the other. For me, the journey began with a whisper a soft realization that the struggles of women were not distant echoes, but stark realities echoing through the corridors of my own life. Yet, to wear the label of feminist is to invite scorn and ridicule from my fellow men a torrent of verbal abuse that cuts like a blade, tearing at the fabric of my masculinity. In a society where patriarchy reigns supreme, to advocate for gender equality