Jessie Kabwila's article Are Africa's women on the rise? was published as I was preparing to blog about my experiences in the refugee camps of Maban county. The byline cited a "...series of notable successes for African women - with two Nobel Peace prizes, a second president and the first female head of the African Union Commission." I hoped that the article would not let the soaring accomplishments of a few obscure the drudgery that is the perpetual reality of the masses.
Kabwila concluded on a note that I agreed with wholeheartedly. "It is good that the number of women in positions of authority in Africa is increasing but for this to constitute a rise in the definition and lives of women in Africa, the structure that produces what is called a person, man, woman and power has to change.
"After that, you can begin to ask if the emergence of women like Joyce Banda means a rise for women in Africa."
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Spot the baby. |
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Eleven year old Beja, may never go to school because her mother needs her to help with the children and the household chores. Beja came to symbolize in my mind the plight of the feminine gender, while her brother Abdalla, just two years older, epitomized the possibilities a male could aspire to. [Read: Beja's lot in life] |
Still, I could not help thinking that the refugee women were considerably worse off, that they were sweating more blood than their counterparts. Uprooted violently from a place called familiar, the safety they found in a foreign land came, in my view, with overwhelming physical burdens that flowed from entrenched beliefs about gender roles.
The situation of the refugee women and girls must have been less difficult in their villages in Blue Nile. Though grateful for the support they were receiving, they spoke longingly of the life they left behind; the mud huts whose walls they smoothed with clay and cow dung. They cleaned their houses, they said, and arranged the furniture, and looked after their children while the men went out to work to support the family.
Unlike the vast camps that brought tens of thousands of refugees together, the villages in Blue Nile would have been much smaller, clustered within reasonable distance from the rivers and wells where women fetched water for domestic use. Family members probably bathed and washed their clothes in streams and rivers. In the refugee camps, someone--girl or woman--had to fetch all the water for household use from the water pump (the standard is 20 litres per person per day... do the math!).
Most of the vegetables I saw in Yusuf Batil camp were of the wild variety, culled form surrounding areas. In Doro camp, which has existed for a year, many families have cultivated land. |
In all four refugee camps, girls and women carried 20 to 40 litres of water in buckets and jerry cans several times a day as well as firewood and food rations of up to 90 kg.
Could this child be a day over eight years of age? She was about to carry 20 litres of water home. |
So I followed them, fearing all the while that I might fall into the dirty water. I tried not to think about the creatures that must reside within. The girls fell a number of times. They just got up, adjusted their loads and carried on, carefully trying to make sure the groundwater did not enter the buckets and jerry cans.
I attracted attention with my camera. Young men and boys invariably asked me to take photos of them... which riled me to no end. I had not the Arabic to ask how they could just sit and watch their mothers and sisters toil away day in and day out.
Each time I followed these girls and women, I was amazed at the physical strength and the sheer spirit by which they must fetch and carry several time each day, in addition to other domestic chores.
As an African woman, I felt for them. It was not hard not to put myself in their shoes. Despite the trauma of displacement, society had maintained its gender roles. Later I would learn that not to conform would be considered taboo. My friend Awino summed it up as we chatted about traditional practices. "That's exactly what our grandmothers and great grandmothers went through," she said. "They didn't have a say in what happened to them." Yet, the women's pain was not lost on the refugees...
- A young unambiguously expressed the desire to create a better life for his mother.
- A community leader lamented the situation of women.
- Two young women who were aspiring to become professionals, spurning the early marriage what was the norm for their peers with the full support of their families, cited education as the only option.
Young Abdalla, said that when he grew up and became president he would build a big house for his mother, and make sure she always had money. |
That refugees were concerned about the excessive burdens on women was encouraging; tiny drops of hope in a mighty ocean. I raised the matter with a young man who spoke fluent English (...this signified that he was educated), fully expecting that he would be sympathetic and perhaps offer ideas about how the issues could be tackled in a culturally-sensitive manner.
He laughed derisively at the idea that men or boys should help with domestic chores. That would never happen in his community, he said. Such a man would be banished.
He painted a gloomy outlook that was reminiscent of the The myth of Sisyphus. I had to bite my tongue (I had asked, after all) as I listened to him explain that a man could never carry water of firewood, or do domestic chores. That was taboo. Women could never be leaders in his community (I wanted to block my ears). He said he didn't understand those African countries that have women as presidents.
With all the calm I could muster, I told him his people would never progress as long as women were downtrodden. I meant it.
I had come face to face with the force of the cultural impediments to the progress that was needed to change the lot of women, the kind of progress where people challenge their own taboos and assumptions in favor of rationality.
Later I was reminded of that young man and the uphill task of reconsidering taboos when my colleague, Allison, tried to lift bundles of food weighing easily 90kg that a refugee woman was about to carry, and then took on the men who were standing around. "The women carry and the men use camels," she said. They thought it was funny.
Lest I convey that the refugee men struck me as being layabouts while women did all the work, this is not true. I did get the distinct impression that men worked--including doing heavy lifting (such as at the food warehouses)--where such labour generated income.
Evidently the taboo battle is in the realm of hearts-and-minds. I daresay, it can only be won in the classroom, where girls and boys interact as equals and where empathy can grow naturally from a willingness to challenge prevailing assumptions. One more reason to push for universal education.
There is cause for optimism; light at the end of the tunnel. In all the meetings I attended with refugee leaders--who were always men--they pleaded for education for the refugee children. There are now 16 schools in the four Maban refugee camps, and 30 early childhood development centres. All are temporary structures constructed with plastic sheets and grass thatch. Of the 17,631 enrolled kids, 45% are girls.
I remain hopeful that the day will come when communities that undergo upheaval recognize the folly of not taking on domestic burdens shoulder to shoulder. Men and boys can do the heavy lifting too.
Wading through the water is treacherous. I should know; I did it. The dry ground has got to hurt their feet, which will be all soft from the water. Still, they have no choice. |
Her little brother was sick; she was bringing him home from hospital with another young child in tow, no doubt doing her bit to help a mother who is overburdened with domestic chores. |
I could have hugged him. Some lucky mother, wife or sister somewhere could get on with other household chores while this handsome chap went out to collect firewood. It could not have hurt. |
Food distribution |
Food distribution day. |
Food distribution day. |
Families that own camels and donkeys are better off; those with the means also rent transport services. |
MEN AT WORK