Two weeks ago, I was on my way to Amsterdam to attend a gathering of ‘Nobel Women Initiative’. I shared a seat with a man called Musi. He was one of those curious passengers who start a conversation by complimenting you on your T-shirt but then goes on to ask you about your mother, where you are going and what you do for a living. I told him I was a servant of women, going to join my sisters in discussing strategies for defending women activists; those that defend other women.
I had hoped that he would be put off by my deliberate use of the word ‘feminists’ but he was not. Instead he wondered if I was not borrowing western ideology, and was curious about how I became an activist and a feminist.
Below are the anecdotes from the story that I shared with him.
