I never wanted to admit that I was born into a world of privilege. It felt dirty. Like all the achievements I ever made and will ever make are not truly mine. I believed if you put me with a girl from the rural or slum areas we would excel equally. As much as this is true it is also not. Yes, we have the same mental and intellectual potential capacity but, that is where our similarities end.
I have not once slept hungry. I have not felt the stabs of hunger pangs for more than a few hours. I have never known what sleeping on the floor feels like. I will never know how it feels to sleep in fear that my father, brother or next door neighbour are plotting to take me as their lover. I have never worried about not having break at school let alone having enough money for school fees. I have not needed to come back from school to help out in the farm or worse be sold as a generic commodity to finance my family. Not once have I ever thought that my right as a human being was violated or completely disregarded. I have never felt sub human nor a disgrace to my family because of the gender I came out of my mother’s womb.
Because I have never know the struggle that is a reality to so many girls. I cannot claim that I am or will ever be self made. That claim denies the sacrifice my parents and my family in general have made to progress in life and expose me to a life that is not determined by gender.
I have no right to complain about how “hard” life is. How much “struggle” I am facing. If I complain about my cushion life what will the girl who is been forced to undergo the cut to be recognised and be desirable as a woman say? I am constantly working on superficial goals like buying the most expensive makeup or hair products. I am driven by my greed to consume and to blaze a trial of destruction. I am entitled to everything I have. I have worked very hard for it. Not realising that there were women before us who went through degrading circumstances to fight for the rights we feverishly claim as our birth right.
The reality is, as a woman in many societies in the world is not entitled to a single human right. If we were human right violations against women would not occur. If we were entitled to our rights the same way boys are at birth we would be equals. Not a curse to be killed or a sign of weakness for a man’s genitals. We would not be experiences women been kidnapped and sold. We would not be experiencing accusations after rape as if we are the ones holding a sign inviting him. We would not need a man to be spokesperson or be the currency of our standing in the community. Without him or a son we are nothing. We would not be told women are meant to be seen and not to be heard. Beautiful personal slaves, at the beck and call of men. We would not be looked down upon when we decide to be career women and then accept less pay because you have decided to start a family. Other than my anatomy how am I different from my brother?
I am without a doubt privileged that I was born on the income spectrum that could afford to protect my rights as human disregarding my gender.