About 9 years ago when I joined secondary school at Trinity College Nabbingo, there’s one club I knew for sure I wanted to join.
So much truth in here. The gender double standards.
It’s 1a.m on a Friday night. Almost everyone of my friends is out on the town having the time of their life while I’m back home, in the confines of my room with the lights on, but not doing anything in particular.
As I write this I do so with a fervent hope that when I’m done, I will have if not fully, at least partially changed one or two people’s (even more if that’s not a bit of a stretch) mindsets.
Lately, the twitter population (tweeps) has had a reminiscing phase recounting Primary school experiences. From being canned in the butt crack ( they called it “bum-line”), to putting one’s clothes under the mattress at night so they would look ironed in the morning and then someone mentioned something unusual that happened at my own school and then all the memories came flooding in.
A few nights ago, I painfully watched the 9 o’clock news as a woman activist with the FDC Women’s Forum was ‘manhandled’
