“It is Easy to Allow Pathologised Black Masculinities to Become the Truth, Even for Those of Us Who Know Better.”
African / Feminist / Gender / Masculinity / Sexuality

“It is Easy to Allow Pathologised Black Masculinities to Become the Truth, Even for Those of Us Who Know Better.”

Binyvanga’s words remind us that African people are not what the world tells us we are, that African men are not defined by the stereotypes they are fed. He reminds me of my brother-in-law, comfortably cradling my infant niece, changing her nappy, holding her close. He reminds me of lovers and brothers and friends – each as articulate and as feeling as Binyavanga – who folded me into themselves and unstuck me each time I found myself in a place that was sticky. He reminds me that it is easy to allow pathologised black masculinities to become the truth, even for those of us who know better. Continue reading

Africa / Culture / Gender / Masculinity / Men / Sexuality / Tradition

“I Want To Live a Life of a Free Imagination”

Will we say, when Binyavanga Wainaina came out? It feels like a significant event. Or not. Will it pass into nothingness next week? Possibly. And perhaps tomorrow will be like yesterday. Even then, whatever the day after brings with it – yet another war in Mali, newly-coined billionaires in Angola, horrific rape in South Africa or the … Continue reading

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Where Are The (Pro)Feminist Black Men?

Are there (pro)feminist black men? Why in heaven’s name would black men want to be involved with feminism? What does (pro)feminism entails anyway? Here is a paper that responds to these questions. The paper is co-authored by Kopano Ratele and Mbuyiselo Botha. If you are in South Africa, you may call this a precursor to a non-election related manifesto as we … Continue reading

Children / Girls / Men

So that the World Can Be a Little More Kinder and a Little Less Prejudiced, Do Your Part

All of it – holding him in my arms, changing his nappies, rocking him to sleep, feeling bad with him when he is feeling bad, and feeding him; feeling scared when he has a high fever, taking him to the clinic for shots, bathing him, and potty training him; wiping his bum, playing with him, listening to him learn words, and all the other little things one does and experience when raising a child – opens my eyes and heart and mind and soul. Continue reading