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The Essential Worker Reset

2020, primed itself as the year not to be forgotten for a long time to come. For most of us, it felt like we crammed a decade of our lives in those short months.

A close friend said it was the year we went through all our ‘what if’ situations. We went from the lockdown might last a few weeks to the mental anguish of not knowing if we would have jobs to go back to.

It was for the most part the year that forced us to pause, listen,assess and restrategise in hopes that if a pandemic or even a life upheaval ever happened again, we wouldn’t be caught unaware.

I was fortunate to be able to hold on to my job , but unfortunately because of the essential worker label, rest was a myth. The year cleaned me out mentally and physically. The much needed break I thought I would get after things became ‘normal’ was thrown to the dogs by the election season. Whether you cover business or are knee deep in politics , election season ropes in everyone in the industry. So, you can imagine the amount of physical and mental burn out I have been dealing with.

In the spirit of the women’s month, a couple of people felt inclined to show up and celebrate us purposely for being able to go through last year and still be standing. A very dear friend offered to take me to go to Don’s Organic Spa and Salon.

For context, I am one of the most body conscious people and so, the idea of a massage freaked me out. In my mind I was willingly relinquishing control of my body to a random person, that alone freaked me out. What was I going to find? Are they mindful of my personal insecurities or will I be another sack of potatoes lying on a table that will be booted off after the session?

While my insecurities where rife and wilding out, my body was at its breaking point. The much subscribed 8 hour sleep felt inadequate and my mind felt like it wasn’t recharging to full capacity.

So, I bit my tongue, jumped on a boda and made my way to Don’s Organic Spa and Salon.

First of all the place was airy and light and whoever controls the music needs a raise. In my mind I pictured a dark place, where everyone is scampering to find the light, but it was open and airy and a mix of luscious plants and cleverly done decor that made you feel welcome.

So, the Client Relations Manager took my details and explained what I would be getting and handed me over to my Masseuse of the day who was the sweetest person I have ever met.

I think she could read into the trepidation and she calmly explained what treatment I was getting ( aroma therapy) and what I should expect.

I was ushered into a room, blinds shut, music softened and the massage began. At every turn, the masseuse asked if I was comfortable, and explained before she did anything.

My body was stretched, pulled and kneaded and my muscles dug deep into but all done in a manner that made me feel comfortable with the fact that it was okay for someone to help restore feeling to a body that was long overdue for maintenance (yes, like a car).

The treatment lasted an hour and I remember sleeping through some of the session.The treatment comes with a complementary steam bath and their bathrooms are so clean and spacious. All the products in the bathroom were organic from the aloe vera shampoo to the body wash and the shea butter body cream.

The thoughtfulness of outfitting the mirror section of the bathroom with blow dryers didn’t go unnoticed. My weave needed a refresher after all the sweating from the steam bath.

I was offered the most amazing pot of lemon tea, which is complimentary by the way. The option for those who don’t care for tea is juice of your choice.

The Lemon Tea was a hit.

And its women’s month and when I was there it was heartwarming to see women in their robes with flutes of champagne after their treatments.

There was such a beautiful, relaxing atmosphere with the girls just enjoying themselves. The couples looked rejuvenated and I for one left feeling like I had hit the reset button on my body.

Its the Diva’s month and Don’s Organic Spa is offering treatments and discounts to ensure your body is lathered with love and maybe you can get a reset like I did.

The experience will definitely have a repeat, maybe this time I will take along a loved one to enjoy the experience.

Let’s Talk about Period Pain

If you took time to ask the average woman about thirty years of age what information they were given in regards to menstruation, many will tell you it was a woman passing down as little information to you as humanly possible, with the hopes that you will somehow figure it out. There is an awkwardness and disassociation with which it’s done that you figure this is one of the worst things to happen to you as woman.

The first time I was told about menstruation was by a matron in my Primary school. It was a 10 minutes talk that went along the lines of “your journey to womanhood starts when you shed blood”. It’s a very secretive time for woman and you need to ensure you are and not jumping around. There was a brief demonstration of how a pad worked and that was it. She had done her part in delivering Menstrual Health Education.

Fast Forward to Primary Six December Holiday.

 We had had breakfast and it was a serving of bread spread with honey. My tummy (I would later learn it’s the lower abdomen) starts to hurt and for the life for me I can’t tell what’s wrong.  I writhed in pain, grabbing every single thing that could offer me some form of relief.

It was two hours before an adult came and I was taken to the room and my panties checked. A quick bath and two little capsules of indomethacin locally known as Indocin and I was told to sleep. It took me another decade before I could eat honey without associating it to pain.

While we talk as little as we possibly can about menstruation, we talk even less about period pain. There is an expectation that the silence with which you treat the menstruation topic should be applied to period pain or dysmenorrhea

According to the website womens-health-concern.org .Around 80% of women experience period pain at some stage in their lifetime. You can suffer from period pain from your early teens right up to the menopause. Most women experience some discomfort during menstruation, especially on the first day. But in 5% to 10% of women the pain is severe enough to disrupt their life. If your mother suffered period pains, you are more likely to suffer too. In 40% of women, period pain is accompanied by premenstrual symptoms, such as bloating, tender breasts, and a swollen stomach, lack of concentration, mood swings, clumsiness and tiredness.

For the longest time I loathed “That time of the month”. For me it meant that for a solid two days every month I would be in pain.

Not the sort of pain where you can sit in class and get on with life. The sort that sent me to the sick bay every month. The school nurse had a joke about me paying for my kibanja in the sickbay.  I was fortunate enough to go to a single sex school, where there was a bit of understanding in regards to pain

But I know many women who were told to be stoic about their pain. If you can keep your periods a secret, you can keep your pain in check.

And this is how many women and girls over the years have ended up self-diagnosing and taking all manner of pain killers to keep up the façade.

Many people start on Panadol, the 2* 3 Dosage and by end of the first year they are at 3*3. There is a swift migration to other stronger pain killers and most times this is on word of mouth recommendation.

There is a lot of pain killer abuse, because people are not openly talking about period pain. And this is on top of other issues like sanitary pad access, don’t even get me started about the pads that scorch you and because you don’t know better or don’t have the money to pay for better you have to “make it work”.

There is need to normalize talking about menstruation and the various aspects that come with it like period pain. For 80% of women to go through something monthly and it’s swiftly swept under the rug is baffling to say the least.

Schools need to equip the teachers who speak about reproductive health to not only speak about how to better take care of ourselves during the time of the month but also talk about dysmenorrhea.

Going by the Ugandan culture of over the counter medication, we need more doctors speaking out about the various pain killers we stuff ourselves with and their side effects.

Black Don’t Crack Skin Care

Over the past 4 months, the rain has been playing a catch- me -if- you- can game with us. The sun, not too bothered by the rain has had dominance and our skin can attest to this.

The streets, that have not seen decent rain in a while are filled with dust which ends up on our skin. If you doubt this check the collars of your white shirts.
Dr Kotetcha Chirag from Avane Clinic says there are three phenomenons that affect the skin: Gravity, ageing and the ultraviolet rays.
The only one we have some measure of control over is the latter, well
unless you have a plan to move to Mars where gravity is not an issue.
You have probably heard people every so often speak
about global warming and you might have thought it’s just one of those things
people are speaking about so that they can secure funding. It actually is
happening and your skin is paying the price for it.

You see, global warming has led to the thinning of the
ozone layer which now means we are more exposed to ultraviolet rays.

Dr Kotecha says the quick and cheap fixes are to stay
indoors when the sun is at its peak between midday and 3pm? Why this time
period? This is when the rays are directly above us and can do the most damage.
He also recommends hats and clothing that covers the
skin as another way to protect the biggest organ you have
Away from those, Dr Kotetcha says investing in sunscreen is also vital. We cannot always avoid the sun at peak hours and so the
option available is prevention, which comes in the form of a sunscreen

For African skin or skin type 7 which is high on the
melanin spectrum, Dr Kotetcha suggests investing in cream with SPF 30(Sun Protection Factor). This will provide enough protection from the UV Rays.

He says because we are in the tropics, the sunscreen
has to be applied at least 3 times a day for it to be effective. Contrary to popular belief, they are as cheap as 20,000 Uganda shillings.

Dr Kotetcha says a regular skin care routine to keep the skin healthy is just as vital as the other preventive measures.

Investing in a mild soap for just the face, toning to rebalance
the Ph of the skin and moisturizing the skin is just as important.
Believe or not, the dust pollution in this country is
not the sort that is out to give your skin a break. If you do not give it a proper wash, you will clog your pores, which then births conditions like acne and melasma.
Which at this point will cost a pretty penny to rectify.
He also emphasizes that skin care is not just outer care, but what you put into your body and how you treat it matters.

He says a balanced diet is key in maintaining skin
health. Eat Vegetables, lots of them but also hydrate. The tropics are hot, and that means your skin will be drying out more often than not. So, drink water,
nourish not just the internal organs, but even your skin

The benefits of exercise also extend to your skin. So, if you needed another reason to hit the gym, think of the major glow exercise gives you.
That Black don’t crack skin is not a myth, it just
takes a bit of work to achieve

The Imposter

My Writing life in summary

3000 words, per week? They must be kidding themselves. I am barely able to put together 800 words and they expect 3000 weekly?

Maawe!

The word gods have been silent, I don’t know if I missed a payment in regards to my dues or they all of a sudden deem me unworthy of sustainability and consistency in regards to the writing craft.

I sometimes think it was because I went back on my word to be active writer.

Saying the word writer even feels ‘fraudish’.The grammar god is of course teetering on the edge of his seat to see if I might be pinched enough to change that to fraudulent.

My pen has gathered dust, my brain its counterpart devoid of ideas too many a time.

When it has an idea, the god of daily hustle, the paying job and daily routine usually has so many things lined up that the idea is thwarted until a time when there is time which always happens to be never.

The god of flowing sentences seems to be suffering from work backlog and has not answered any of my emails in regards to why I haven’t been able to write as much as I used to. I usually console myself by saying she will be back after attending to the young, eager and the committed. Those can’t be that many, right?

I can’t be the only one holed up in Writing Imposter Camp. In my defense it’s too dark and rather quiet here. So I assumed everyone is minding their business as they sort out the different writing demons they are dealing with.

I have been plagued by no-growth, diminished (and that’s being polite) excitement when it comes to word play and story creation. Who am I creating the story for? Do they care about stories? Why isn’t anyone asking for my work anymore? Was it that bad? I sigh and conclude the writing gods are playing a trick on me to see if I will return groveling for mercy. Groveling to be a wordsmith again.

Crawling to the Finish Line

This is one of those lessons that need to be re-echoed every so often

Primah K

2018 was a big year for me. I had decided to, in 2017, invest in my growth every year. Harvest Institute (“HI”,) a one-year leadership course, was my first real investment in myself.  The beginning came with all the excitement that new beginnings come with. I was so psyched. I was already doing most of the stuff that we were required to do so I knew that it wouldn’t be too difficult for me. The standard assignments consisted of writing two blogs a month, reading two books a month and doing synopses on the books read. We had a one day (full day) class every month. Class was really fun and we bonded with the people we sat with. We looked forward to the next class (at-least for the first few months).

The best thing about HI was the fact that the roomie and I were doing it…

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Toxicity Online

So, I wrote this a while back and it has been sitting in my drafts, while I fought the writer’s imposter Syndrome. I realised this was a very important discussion and needed to be brought to the fore.

Enjoy

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I am one of those people who usually go online, most specifically, YouTube for content but very many a time, I go there just for the comments.

And over the years I have had a good laugh, but of late, the comment section fills me with dread. Take for example Tati Westbrook, A lifestyle guru who reviews beauty products. She reviewed a particular makeup palette and her view of things didn’t go down well with a section of the YouTube beauty community and the comment section became so vile she had to disable comments for that particular video.

The argument is well, she is a big YouTuber with millions subscribed to her, so the trolling is expected with big followings. But this kind of toxicity has slowly crept onto other social media platforms and victims with as small a following as 50 are being viciously torn apart for having views on the internet.

So, when Defenders Protection Initiative invited me to be part of to be part of a focus group discussion that is assessing online violence and how different women were dealing with it, I, all but jumped at the chance to understand how we got here.

The discussion under the Women at Web Project is among other things aimed at promoting digital rights and security among women.

We all cannot deny that over the past decade the internet has made itself a viable ally in our everyday lives.

A large proportion of our communication these days is done online. The Internet has also positioned itself as a meeting place, workspace, research assistant and also given people space to freely express themselves. And while the list of positive notes on the internet can go on and on, there is also no shortage of negative experiences that are associated with the internet, worse so, if you are a woman.

When we were probed about our experience online, the answers ranged from fear, exhaustion to anxiety.

Winnie Watera from Policy Uganda reflected thoughts of a number of people when she said her experiences encompasses fear, self-censure, and courage. A lot of us felt we were holding back and thinking up a great deal before posting anything online.

Rosbell Kagumire said for her, some social media platforms especially Twitter felt like a clan meeting where men felt their decisions and opinions hold more water.

She described her experience as polarizing and often sees us wearing multiple hats.

For some participants, their experience was tiring.

The timeline for Sandra felt constantly the same, especially in areas of activism. The cycle of women posting, dealing with the backlash and then having to debunk wrong data has left her tired For activist Stell Nyanzi a prominent face in women’s activism, the internet has provided a platform to fight battles that can only be fought via virtual reality. She doesn’t run away from the fact that the internet is a toxic space with all of us in one way or another contributing to its toxicity.

Everyone one of us had experienced some form of violence online, some of the participants were likened to dictators for expressing themselves or calling out people for sexist comments, then the common tag of homophobia for vocal women online, passive aggressiveness, attacks that ranged from body shaming to threatening of the loved ones.

A number of us confessed to taking a break or going offline after attacks. You see the toxicity online doesn’t end there, for many, it affects them offline.

No one has gone off permanently due to the online violence but women confessed to blocking and muting vile people on their timelines to help them maintain a level of sanity online.

We also had fighters among us who always take back the fight to the aggressors, sometimes in hopes of educating and changing mindsets and other times just to put the aggressors in their place. Other options taken were totally ignoring these people online.

On the issue of safe spaces online there was a unanimous agreement that as long as space has more than two people and you are unable to hold everyone accountable then that space cannot be considered safe. But we also acknowledged that even without what we consider safe spaces, there is a community of women online fighting back for those that have been violated against. A great example would be the one million match that happened on 30th June 2018.

There was a feeling that while the Computer Misuse Act is intended to help safeguard activity online, the law hasn’t been used effectively in combating online violence against women. While we can cite examples of Hon. Rwabogo and the Brian Isiko case, far too many instances of online violence are not making it past the timelines.

And for most, it’s because while the Uganda government is good, even great at putting in place laws and policy, it really pulls the tail when it comes to implementation. Or we are fast to implement the given law if it can be twisted to stifle political actors from having a voice.

Overall it feels like women are working double time to censure their views for fear of ticking off people whose sole intention is to make online spaces undesirable.

yours truly

Ruth Adong

@ruthadong

My Most Complicated Relationship

One of the most complicated relationships I have is with my laptop. It has a mind of its own and never really cares for when I need it.
For starters, she is specific about the sockets she responds to. And before you laugh it off its actually true. At home, she has taken a liking to the socket next to the fridge and the one by my bedside. At work, she restricts her self to one socket and on her off days, I have had to jump start her using my neighbour’s adapter.
But to complicate matters, she chooses when to respond to these sockets. Sometimes your mojo is on a high and you feel like kicking it in the bedroom and just get the work done.
The laptop has a hate relationship with good work mojo, once you get into the zone, the adapter takes a hike and stops responding to power, you might think, all you have to do is just unplug from the bedroom and move into the dining room, but things are never that easy. You have to cajole it, twist and turn , pullout parts and what not before the beloved orange light appears.
By the time you have done all these antics, the mojo has taken a back seat and is off to the land of dreams.
If this was happening when you have just updated your series catalogue, or some documentaries to pass time, or watch Moana for the nth time it would be totally OK with me.
The laptop picks crucial moments. Assignments that needed to clear out yesterday, but you were too tired when you got home.
The article you promised you would submit, but because of brain freeze, laziness and the like, you halted to wait for the perfect mojo moment.
The audio, you cut and left off without saving because you thought for once the laptop wouldn’t throw its socket preference tantrums.
Basically, she has developed the skill to read into the direness of the situation and give up on me.
Its frustrating and I keep telling my self, when I have enough money kept away I will replace you without a second thought.
But once in a while, I remember how I got here. In 2016, I had been saving for a new laptop and I had just moved to a new job that paid better and so purchasing a new laptop was a priority and I got one.
My very own Lenovo. The baby who gave me no problems, found ways to bring me more money through extra gigs and basically delivered when I needed it to.
Trust good things not to last. The thieves of Kampala taught me that lesson well, and because, I am not great a sharing workspace (a girl is too impatient ) and also doing side hustle was passing me by, I decided to invest in a second-hand laptop.
And so here we are. in our complicated relationship. More like abusive really, I feel like I am doing the begging for it to work, while the laptop weighs if its important enough for it to come back to life.
I suspect it feels my urge to replace it and as such has devised means to punish me, while its all I have.

What The Heck Is Empowerment ?

It was one of those mundane conferences I have become accustomed to attending, the speakers raved on about the importance of empowerment and because I have heard the talking points so many times , I was hoping for something new, a new angle to present to the news audience, otherwise I foresaw my story going along the lines of “……Added their voice to call for more avenues to empower the youth”

As I start to zone out and contemplate which assignment needs my attention while I buy time till Break Tea time, A young lady takes a seat next to me. She smelt like a few hundred thousand shillings and looked like she had come with a purpose.

She pulled out her Mac Book and I start to think, right there is an empowered woman.

About 15 minutes into her sitting, she taps me and asks “But what does empowerment mean?”

I am taken aback by her question, almost with this stare of are you kidding me right now?

She too looks taken aback by my reaction and to downplay my shock, I mumble, “Well, empowerment is…….” And for a whole minute I draw a blank and can’t believe I can’t define a word like empowerment.

To mask my embarrassment, I ask Uncle Google and for a few minutes I think I have saved face.

At the tea break we laugh it off as one of those off days and we are back to more empowerment being thrown around

So I return and as predicted write the story along the same lines, but was reeling from not being able to define a word that has defined policy and governance in this country. If you go by a day and don’t hear the words ‘’ Women Empowerment, or sentences like we need to empower the youth to adequately cater for challenges of the future. You are living in a different country

I took time and Identified 25 people at random, that were youthful and sought to find out if we know or even understand what the heck empowerment is

And it seems was stalling a “Well…empowerment is…..”(draws blank).

The other answer revolved around someone giving the other the power to be better ….

I was ashamed and shocked that we the generation, champions of empowerment can’t even define or understand the essence of empowerment..

How then do we hope the less literate and more in need of support in economic and social areas to dig themselves out of poverty will understand the concept of empowerment?

I will of course not venture into the women, child and social empowerment, too large a conversation for this small blog

But I will venture in a report by Ministry of Gender, to show you the impact of not grasping empowerment or to be more specific  youth empowerment .

In a report released today May 24, 2017, Ministry of Gender Labour and Social Development says Government has failed to recover Shillings 54.3 billion that was disbursed to the various youth groups under the Youth Livelihood Program-YLP.

The money is part of the Shillings 64.4 billion disbursed to 8,963 youth groups across the country since the inception of the program.

If you remember the government rave about The Youth Livelihood Fund, its purpose was to …wait for it “Empower” the youth to ensure the poor and unemployed youth in all districts could start-up sustainable income generating projects.

Of course this report makes government’s attempt at empowering laughable to say the least.  More than 80% of money given to the youth to make more money has just gone down the drain! Woe unto us ! Cry the beloved youth of this country!

But I can’t say I am surprised at the utter squander of funds by the youth? Did anyone explain to them, in-depth what these funds were for? Did anyone skill these almost 9000 youths in money generating skills? Was there a financial literacy class, before funds were handed to these groups? As much as I would like to say your guess is as good as mine, the plain truth is no one did.

Empowering as my mother explains in simple terms is teaching people to fish and not catching the fish for them. It’s also making sure that they know they have options like smoking and salting the fish so that it doesn’t go bad and can be kept for longer.

We need to revert to the basics teach people empowerment in the simplest terms. Shred the concept so that even that guy who stopped in P7 understands your messages, instead of throwing the word around in hopes it will miraculously  giving people  skills, resources, authority, opportunity, motivation, will contribute to their competence.

The Many Faces of Child Labour

On labour day as millions of Ugandans celebrated a no-work day and enjoyed the chilly weather by burying themselves in bed, a good number of people were also on the streets; for them it was business as usual. Many of these were children hawking eggs, fruits and all manner of merchandise to customers who were trying to get away from the cold as fast as they could.

The streets were also not devoid of the usual suspects, the Karamojong children, seated on the verandahs of Kampala’s buildings with their hands out, their teeth rattling as they hope passersby will find them looking pitiful enough to garner a coin or two; Which coin will be grabbed as fast as it got there by the old Karamojong women who sit in the shadows but with enough view to see what their “gold mine” has earned.
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Child Labour has many faces and most of the time it’s staring us right in the face. We live in a time when child rights activism is at an all-time high, but this is closely countered by the blatant disregard for these rights.

When I was in Gulu two weeks ago, a man in my village strangled his wife to death and consequently was put behind bars. The Four children with the eldest aged 14 and the youngest 8 years, were left to fend for themselves. I spoke to a couple of people in the area who were very casual about what happens to the kids, with one elder telling me “latin omwero omak kweri” literally meaning that the eldest needs to pick a hoe for  survival.

With the slow disintegration of the African values, he argues, no one is willingly going to pick up these children and add them to their burgeoning families that are living on a stressed finance envelope. In defense of his stance, he says, slowly walking away from community parenting and a drastic shift towards a more nuclear approach of family life is responsible for the reluctance of guardians picking up children other than their own these days.

Economic times are bad, he adds. There is no food, no money and the rains seem to be less than willing to wet the grounds sufficiently for food to grow. The little food they have is being ravaged by the army worm and somehow people expect for poor families to take on more children. He is also quick to add that in the days of their fore fathers, children started work early in life, and were grounded and therefore respectful of the hard work as they grew up; meanwhile millennials are just a bunch of kids expecting clean food, clothes, school fees paid for just being a child.

When I press him for what then happens to this family, he says that most likely the eldest walks away from school and starts to work as a bread-winner for his siblings. His fate will most likely be rooted in brick making, which is a lucrative work for youth and young boys in the community. He is a just a case scenario of the entrance into child labor.

According to a Lunds University Report: Child labour; the effect on child, causes and remedies to the revolving menace, Child Labour in Sub-Saharan Africa has 65.1 million children involved. Uganda’s Data from Uganda Bureau of statistics in a  2009/2010 Uganda National Household Surveys Report show that 51 percent of the children aged 5-17 years in Uganda were working and Overall, 25 percent of the children aged 5-17 years were child labourers with males (28%) having slightly higher rates than females (24%). It is further observed that Child labour was highest among children in the age group of 5-11 years (34%).

Imagine your 5-year-old who is supposed to be somewhere in kindergarten learning the alphabet and singing along to Bah Blah Black Sheep, out there frozen in the cold because the adult is not human enough to see beyond a pay-day. We are the people who go out in search of house helps who are still below 14 years.

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As a mother elaborates to me how It’s  better getting a younger house help who can be both a playmate to your child and still do the tasks like washing and cleaning the house, she adds that they are also very trainable and still listen to you. When I ask if she doesn’t see this as child labour, she frowns and says ”how? is the child not getting paid?”

But is the child really getting any pay?

This House help will of course be up at 5am to prepare their “Playmates” for school, running around to see that they have their breakfast on time before the dreaded van hoots.  After the children leave, they are encumbered with the household duties of cooking, cleaning, washing, and before long the children are back and it’s between the children’s playtime, meals and bath time then the house help is off to bed AT 11 pm after utensils are cleaned and so on. At the end of the month, a meagre pay of 100,000 shillings is then sent to her parents, who will use it to pay fees for their most promising child; which most of the time is a boy. So then, year in and out she works for others earning little to nothing and we as society then act shocked and spell-bound when we end up with maids likes Jolly Tumuhaire.

In the 2014 Lunds University Report, Poverty is cited as the biggest driver of child labor. With Uganda’s poverty level at  19.7% (As documented by the World Bank Poverty Assessment 2016), it’s no wonder children as young as 5 years are involved in jobs like brick making, Cattle keeping, Charcoal burning, Coffee growing, Fishing ,Gold mining and so forth. With some of the sectors like fishing, coffee and gold contributing the biggest share to GDP, you would hope more is being done to arrest the growth of child labour in the country.

Government has tried especially in the area of law formation. In 2015, Uganda made a significant advancement in efforts to eliminate the worst forms of child labor. The Government introduced a bill to prohibit hazardous work for children and establish a minimum age for work of 16 years (United States DEPARTMENT OF LABOR. Bureau of International Labor Affairs). But We also know that one of the biggest problems Uganda has is the implementation of the various laws they pass left right and Centre. The issues for the lack of implementation range from lack of personnel. The few personnel they have are not trained enough to handle child labor cases and in general sense a lack of finances to do anything significant in the fight against Child labour. The same reasons will be given for the various rights violations in the country; it’s the same song on any given day.

We are not going to do away with child labour by simply wishing it away, or making remarkable speeches on its ills. We need to dig in on all fronts.

The first step is to empower communities to be able to make a living. The government has over the years had programs like The National Agricultural Advisory Services (NAADS)  ,Operation Wealth Creation (OWC ) which on paper are very good strategies to empower the impoverished, but these have been riddled with corruption scandals, and the programs instead benefiting officials in charge and their kith and kin. A comprehensive review of the projects should be done to ensure the rural communities are part of these projects. This way, they have enough money and their children are then not bound to be part of the work force to feed their families.

Government has done much and yet so little with their Universal Primary Education(UPE). If parents, especially in the rural areas are convinced they are wasting their time sending their children to empty classrooms with no teachers, or to schools were the children barely learn anything, they will feel justified in putting their children to work instead of sending them to school.  Government’s UPE needs to be able to provide a quality education, enough to ensure the child is proficient and knowledgeable beyond the cram work.

I realise as I interviewed people, people have a hard time distinguishing child labour is mostly regarded as a child paying dues or doing commensurate work for their age.  And with poverty thrown in this mix, child labour trades on a very delicate line. More sensitization needs to be done in this area, many a parent are breaking the backs of their children under the pretext of having the child contribute towards the welfare of the family, we have seen this in sugar cane farms, gold mines and the like. The government needs to come out strongly and educate people about child labour. Given that 25% of the children aged 5-17 years were child labourers should be reason enough for government to work on a sensitisation plan.

There is the implementation of laws protecting children that needs to done more aggressively. But if history has taught us anything, this government will drag its feet in this area too. Social humanities are not a priority in government’s budget for FY 2017/2018 , because government wants to invest in more infrastructure. But if you don’t invest in your people, who will use those roads, who will go to those schools you intend to build. Who will come up with solutions to food insecurity?

For those innovative people, government preaches about, they need to start investing heavily in the children who will one day run this country, and they won’t do it by begging on the streets for adults who should know better.

Why We Fear Association With Feminism

For the longest time, I have had a dreadful sense when someone calls me a feminist. It’s like there is an insult lurking or a sneer when someone refers to me as a feminist. And over time I realized a lot of other women harbor the same feeling about being associated with feminism in Uganda.

In my research, I realize that feminism is one of the most misconstrued and misunderstood concepts in the world with more negatives associated to it than positives.

In a little experiment, I set out and asked people what feminism was and these are some of the answers I got:

“That thing for frustrated and bitter women.”

“It’s a theory made by women who think they know it all and want to influence other women.”

“Feminists. Those are women who want to be like men”

With such answers you cannot expect women to want to be associated with Feminism. Akullo Godiva, a feminist and lawyer, says we should not be surprised by these answers. Uganda is yet to fully understand, let alone accept feminism.

In her view, we just have to look at what stereotypes the society has created of people they regard as feminists. If you are failing in your duty to be a woman as prescribed by the African society, you are the definition of what makes a feminist in Africa. If you are either divorced or bitter, too educated, unmarried, childless and the like, you most probably make the cut. And the funny thing is these stereotypes couldn’t be further from the truth.

This means you are dead in the centre of the backlash that comes with being a feminist, where you are judged for what’s not right in your life, rather than the advocacy work you have set out to do.

Such is the mind-set that the movement has to deal with. So, with such background and taint to the movement, Akullo says – how then do you expect people to listen to the facts about Feminism? How do you then tell the masses that feminism is really activism, centred on advocacy of women’s political, social and economic rights?

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Akullo further illustrates, saying that the problem right from time immemorial has always been patriarchy. Men had their cake and ate it; They were the entitled species with the special privileges, while women played second fiddle and played along the lines where their esteem, self-worth and value was all seen through a male’s perspective.

Your worth was dowry, how many cows entered the compound as you exited to go to your husband’s home, how many sons and heirs you would give your husband and clan. A woman was never just a woman; you belonged either to your father or husband.

Then imagine a movement comes along challenging the status quo; A woman has value, you can vote, you have a right to education and get a job that is not just a secretarial job; you can be an engineer. You can work hard and provide for your family.

Of course not everyone will applause and embrace a movement that shakes society at its core and challenges the second class citizenry accorded to woman. No one likes to be dethroned, to be told that the species that was once eating the scraps has to now be seated at the table and share in the banquet.  So then again the feminist is stuck between men who are enraged by their position being challenged and women who feel that changing the status quo upsets the balance in a way that they are not used to.

But the truth is someone has to fight for the rights of the woman, and it’s a dirty job that most women are not comfortable with.

We are happy to enjoy the fruits of the fight of the earlier feminists, who advocated for our rights and were ridiculed for it, but we are too shy to engage in the struggle because of the names we will be called.

Akullo says the feminist circle needs to expand and have new voices added to it. Yes, gains have been made in the movement; we have more political representation, more girls going to school, more avenues for women to seek redress but more still needs to be done.

There are new challenges cropping up every day in the movement. The challenges of 20 years ago have evolved and it needs young, vibrant voices to pick up the fight that feminists like Dr Sylvia Tamale, FIDA ED Irene Ovungi Odida have been battling.

But these new voices need to move from hiding behind their work desks, and liking posts on social media.  We need to know that for our children to have an easier path, someone has to get out there and fight and that will not happen if we are burying our heads in the sand.