Saturday 23 May 2015

Mauwa Brigette, journalist in the Democratic Republic of Congo: "I am especially interested in the rights of women who don’t have the means to be heard in our world"

I do some volunteer translating for a website called World Pulse, which acts as a forum for women worldwide to publish essays and journal entries. I mainly work with posts by women of the Democratic Republic of Congo, and they are varied - some are detailing ways they wish to improve the local economy, some are about domestic and family issues and some are frustrations toward their own government and customs. While I could act like I am an extremely virtuous human being and say I read and translate these articles every day, the reality is that I translate these articles for a few hours every month and then more or less forget about it until I receive the next batch. As is often the case with problems in "other" countries, I can read about it and feel the pain of those affected, but I have the ability to get away from these problems. I will finish reading and then go back to my secure, comfortable and freedom-infested life in Melbourne. Some personal accounts, though, manage to push me out of this happy bubble, if only temporarily.

This is the translated personal essay of Mauwa Brigette, a frequent contributor to World Pulse and extremely opinionated on why women of the DRC are struggling to have access to education, healthcare and protection against violence.

If anyone speaks French and English I would love advice or feedback on the translation - the French version is here: https://www.worldpulse.com/en/community/users/mauwa-brigitte/posts/36800


Photo from the World Pulse website, from blog post by Kika Slyvie Katchunga. Photo is from her blog post here https://www.worldpulse.com/en/community/users/kika-sylvie-katchunga/posts/36801


WOMEN’S HEALTH AND GENDER-BASED VIOLENCE
In a community of around 50 villages, there is no health centre where women can receive adequate healthcare. There is no place for women to access contraception or to monitor their child’s health and development, and long-term poverty restricts any ability to have a regular, healthy diet.

What now is happening is that experienced mothers will misguide first-time mothers into delaying their long journey to the hospital, under the impression that it takes longer than expected for the pregnancy to be at full term. This delay is what causes damage; there are cases where the mother dies with her newborn on the way to the hospital.
Women are subject to heavy manual labour with limited breaks. To not have health centres in a community of 50 villages and limited access to appropriate healthcare for women and children creates catastrophe. Few women are educated on matters of reproduction - since childhood they have wondered how one comes to be born. In their minds, the ideal is the words of God: “be fruitful and multiply”. This makes birth mortality rates even higher.
Lack of information is killing the nation, lack of access to development and education for women and girls causes further problems in multiple homes and communities.
All a man has seen in his childhood is his mother obeying the rules of his father. Therefore, it is completely against custom for women to voice their opinion to their husbands or even to raise their voice.

Within this oppression, women cannot break down their own enforced internal barriers. It will take generations of women's education to realise the right to freedom of expression.
A man will typically see a woman’s role in life as cleaning the home, and ensuring the education of his children. Furthermore, daughters should care for her younger siblings while her mother works in the fields and tends to her husband. Men will not value the concept of an educated woman or girl as vital to a country or community's development. That being said, the well-educated female has the ability to change future customs when she shares her knowledge with women everywhere – her own village and others.

In regards to gender-based violence, I will discuss the case of my mother. My mother was married young into a family exemplary for their traditional values. It was the time of Tshombe, and my father worked at the post office in Élisabethville, now Lubumbashi/Katanga. He had done time in Kasapa prison beforehand, after having already been in prison before. This exposed my mother to serious domestic violence, and left her marriage devoid of peace and happiness.

Things became so unbearable that my father left to spend the rest of his life in his town of birth. People there already knew about the divorce, and had heard rumours about my father having fetishes. My father’s older brother and grandfather suspected my mother of spreading such stories, and travelled to her house in the middle of the night with the intention of burning it down with her inside. Fortunately she heard the noise and escaped before her house went up in flames. My father’s brother had never liked my mother – this was his chance for revenge.

My brothers have seen my father married to a succession of women after my mother. Another child has even died through this. After my parents separated, my mother moved to Kalemi, a town in Katanga to restart her life. My mother who I love, risked death and left my father forever so that I may live a life without violence. She is patient around the children who are abused by enemies. She is my brave mother, who never fears challenge or lacks courage. Thank you, my hero.

A few years later, my father moved to Kinshasa, while I was studying there with my brothers. I was enrolled in a science degree, specialising in Biology and Chemistry. My stepmother made life for me difficult during this time, so that I would be deterred from studying further. Despite this, I went on to study I.T Management in Kinshasa. In the South-Kivu province, I shared what I knew about digital technology with the other women, especially those who were vulnerable.

In the DRC, the acronym, “VOVOLIB” means “Without Voice, Without Freedom”. In light of the hardships I’ve been through, I've become interested in human rights – I can now see that I have rights, my mother has rights and they were violated. I am now a human rights activist, and I am especially interested in the rights of women who don’t have the means to be heard in our world. I also study cases of sexual and gender-based violence as well as logistics and project development.

Right now, I am developing my skills in the Mama Shujaa centre as an I.T instructor, where I show my computer skills to women and girls so that they may advocate for their rights without male intervention. I am also a daughter and ambassador for peace and volunteer of World Pulse.

Empowerment of women starts with helping to end illiteracy - it is a matter of addressing basic needs. Every opportunity needs to be taken to share knowledge with others in the local community. When there is a chance for gender equality, it must be seized – women can work as freely as men do when the silence is ruptured. A woman must understand the role she plays in her community or nation, so she can take ownership for the burden she carries and continue to work hard. Responsibility represents a huge success for all women.

List of solutions:
  • Create more health centres within our community of 50 villages
  • Assure basic health care needs for women and girls
  • Population control and security
  • Awareness of different healthcare needs for community development.
  • Access to clean drinking water in each village sector.
  • Criminals punished according to law.
  • Respect for the environment.


For more information on World Pulse: https://www.worldpulse.com/en


Friday 30 January 2015

Rowing Camp And On The Road To Injury-Free Existence

It has been almost six months since I consciously decided to fix my long-term injuries. I’ve made huge gains, and learnt how to persist and when to back off when needed. 

A big turning point for me was rowing camp earlier this month. I was slow, in pain for many sessions and also very disorganized with equipment and time management. I thought I was wasting my time, at a rowing camp where I could only complete half the session before my back caved in. I told myself that all I had to do was get through camp, and when I left I could quit rowing forever. Sounds like a poor attitude but it was a great way to bargain with myself when morale was low and I wasn’t going to respond to blind positivity. Once I decided it would be ok to quit when I got back, I stopped caring about whether or not I would get injured and just did whatever I could – I aimed to get as much done as possible, and if I got injured, then hey, I could back out and pursue something else. Like a masters degree. Or a full-time job. Or travel. Funnily enough, as soon as I adopted this frame of mind I got a lot more work done and felt much faster. I was also very fortunate to be in a squad of awesome, supportive people – at the start of almost every session I would struggle to push the boat off the landing, or at the end bring it back, and without fail someone would run down from the boat park to help me, and once even a few jumped in the water and swam my boat, with me in it, to the landing. I think it also helped to realize that many others were struggling, perhaps not with injury but fatigue, illness or pressure to be on speed for team selection. The support of the other squad members made it impossible to feel any despair for long. And needless to say I did not quit when I got back to Melbourne.

My challenge now is to make sure I am getting enough training volume done without sending myself back to injury land. So far I have had a 100% success rate with saying no if I am considering the session ahead and dread how painful it will be on back/hamstrings. If I look at the work and imagine it to be great practice for a race, or worry about how I will do it with school crews stopping and starting on the wrong side of the river, then I know I should be fine. I also have a rough idea of how long my back will last before it fatigues, and it has been a huge help to see that 30 minutes of pain-free rowing has now become 60 min on a good day.

I still have off days. Today and yesterday for example, I had no qualms with replacing the session on the watt bike as I had pretty unsettling sharp nerve pain on Thursday evening’s row. While this was a clear sign that I should give things a break, I also would attribute an off day to stress and non-rowing things. The day before I had attended a free session with an alternative health professional that at the time seemed fairly harmless, but was told based on no scans and a very non-medical questionnaire (“how many raw vegetables do you eat a week?”) that I had two slip discs and a million other problems. After leaving I assured myself through building anxiety that this guy was making big claims to freak me out and attract a scared, attentive, paying client. For days I was still very frustrated and even feeling guilty that I had apparently ruined my back again after so much work. There seems to be a huge correlation between state of mind and injury progression - good days will almost always happen when I am seeing myself as resilient and capable. This was an invaluable lesson to stick to what works. I have an amazing chiropractor at the moment and other than massage it seems ideal for treatment to be as simple and straightforward as possible.


That is it from me! Hoping to post again with even more gains and a few happy race results. :) 

Watching many movies with cabin friends was amazing, especially re runs of such classics as Bridget Jones and Notting Hill.


Blister shots - this is my 10th year of rowing and I still get these things

Wednesday 5 November 2014

Compliments from a Stranger v. Catcalling: A voice from a city that seems to get it

Catcalling on the street. A favourite of pop journalist opinion pieces, something that I’ve heard is a big deal in LA and New York, not something I’ve ever really needed to confront in Melbourne. My only firsthand experiences were being honked a few times when I was awkwardly around 13 years old waiting for public transport, and a few comments at rugby when fundraising for rowing in a zootie. As a 13 year old, I thought I must have been standing on the road or messed something loud on my outfit, and when fundraising I was delighted that a dude told me I had a nice rack when I was a pretty flat-chested and grumpy lightweight rower.

So what of street harassment? And is this a silly problem that is sucking oxygen away from more important gender issues? The recent video of actress walking through New York and being catcalled condemns without hesitation all who thought it was justified and welcome to let strangers know that they are looking at them and they want a piece of it. There is retaliation, mainly from men, that catcalling is a compliment and a bit of harmless flirtation on the part of the guy making a comment. Dating expert Steve Santigati even claims that a woman’s greatest desire in public is to be told they are pretty, so all of this complaining about catcalls is really to cover up a subconscious glee that dude X on the train wants to know what you’re doing tonight. I love being told by a stranger how I must be thinking, so cheers Steve for the psychoanalysis. My opinion of this all is really to stop using catcalls as an excuse to enforce the sexist status quo and get to know what is ok and not ok to say to a stranger in the street.

I often see guys out in public who I think are very attractive – often I wish I had walked up to them and said hello, or made a conversational comment about their clothes or what they’re reading. The few times I have mustered up the courage to talk to them, sometimes they have subtly added their girlfriend into the conversation topic or that they’re just not interested. I would deem it revolting for me to go up the man of interest and be like, “I was just looking at you over there and you look pretty hot. What are you doing tonight boy?” Even if you would love for someone to say this to you, one has to accept that for most, it’s pretty fucking creepy for a stranger to let you know that they’ve been watching you and thinking about having sex with you. Especially if you’re a woman, and most probably unable to defend themselves against a larger male (Though this fortunately was not the case when in Marseilles an approximately 90 year old man about two heads shorter than me and half my body weight joyously followed me back to my hostel, calling out “bonjour, bonjour” the whole way).

So my voice on all of the madness is this: I think it’s fun and exciting to meet people at any time or any place. It can be the most exhilarating part of your day to actually go up to someone who interests you in any way and try to have a connection. On the other hand, I DON’T think it is ok for someone to talk AT you and make it clear that your purpose in their life is for your image and you as an object to arouse them. 99% of the time, especially during the day, it is unacceptable and mean for one to go up to another have let them know that they are being seen in this way, when they’re trying to work or run errands. 

Want to give a genuine compliment to someone you see? Make conversation and assess whether their personality would welcome it. Some women would like it, some wouldn't. Would these guys in LA or NYC actually approach these women they catcall, look them in the eye and say hello properly? I like to say hello and smile at as many people as possible during the day. I also would love to have the confidence to go up to guys who interest me and get to know them, and vice versa have guys approach me to make friendly conversation. This subtle change in public interaction is a huge step for gender equality, and you never know, a genuine greeting to an attractive passerby could garner far greater results than “Nice ass sweetheart!”

To see Santigati's "mansplaining" of NY catcall video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-HI4DC18wCg



Saturday 13 September 2014

Aeternum Fortis: Here's to Connor Dawes and fixing an 18-month backinjury once and for all



I wrote early this year about pain, what it means to me and how I’ve learnt to take it seriously. It brings me a lot of pain and frustration to say that it has been a year since I left rowing to improve my injuries, and I still often feel like I haven’t gone anywhere.

I could bore you with the convoluted, verbalized confusion I try to spindle out to doctors and therapists about my past injuries. None are bad enough to have surgery or severely remove me from a fulfilling life. So to make things clear and present-focused, here’s what I’m working with, and what I want to fix permanently:

1.     Back injuries: specifically a disc bulge between L4/L5 vertebrae…very very common, with pain symptoms depending on how much the bulging disc hits nerves nearby. I also am missing a disc in L5/S1, which puts more pressure on the already bulging L4/L5.

At the moment this means I completely avoid rowing, ergos or running. I can do low-intensity swims, watt bike, cycling and walking. I can do most weights exercises other than those that load up the lower back area. I have learnt over the past 12 months to prioritise strength over cardio when returning from injury.

2.     Shin Splints: a minor injury but a massive pest! These will come up with any running at all or a long bout of walking. I have had these since I was 16, I gave up a while ago on trying to fix them but I have decided to take up the challenge again. Many rowers enjoy running as cross training or as a substitute when they need to reduce volume on the water.

3.     Motivation: I’ve found it hard to believe that I could truly overcome these injuries to be a 100% functional rower and athlete again. With 18 months under my belt of dealing with a bad back, it’s easy to categorise yourself as someone whose body just can’t take rowing.

At Connor’s Run today I was so moved by Connor Dawes’ attitude to his illness, and what I took from his story as very fierce positivity right to the end. This has really pushed me to believe that with the right work and attitude, I can fix myself up and row again.

I would love to hear people’s opinions on what has worked for them, or what they know works for lumbar disc bulges and shin splints. Currently I do weights 2-3 times a week, which is a combination of core and resistance exercises. I either walk-run or bike or swim once a day. I have done this inconsistently for a few months, I do think for the sake of motivation, that I should practice some discipline and put in the effort to do it daily, ideally in the morning. I initially thought with shin splints that rest was the key, though I’m finding out now though that calf stretches and strength exercises are also essential – something to add to a daily warm up and warm down I think.


Aeternum Fortis, and thanks Connor for the push. Looking forward to the first time I can take the scull out for a light row.

For more information on Connor Dawes and the RCD fund, http://rcdfund.org/