Kamaria - The African woman.
I had the privilege to meet with this lovely young woman that grew up in west Africa not too long ago. Although our meeting was very brief, it touched me profoundly. It made me wonder what it must be like for a woman that grew up in west africa, in a completely different culture, to suddenly find herself here, in Canada. A muslim woman, who prays many times a day, a woman who has been educated, raised, to express her feminine nature in a way that clashes with the western world…
Seeing her being here, in her early pregnancy, barely being able to afford anything in her life, alone, with no friends, no family other than her cousin that work day and night… Who does she talk to? Who is helping her? Who is supporting her? How is she and the baby receiving what they need?
As soon as she welcomed me into her home, and became aware of her reality, it awakened something in my heart that I couldn’t simply dismiss. It dawned on me that this is the reality of many women. It made me sad and also angry. It felt like I was witnessing my own daughter being completely alone and clueless.
Although I could feel that she needed help, on so many layers, she wasn’t able to say yes in receiving that help. Despite that there was a natural instinct inside of me to offer my services without receiving any money in return. Even then, She wasn’t able to say yes.
Why are women so afraid of receiving the help that they need?
In my experience of interacting with white women so far, I have noticed that there is something more willing inside of them to receive help. They take it, no matter what the cost is. They know what they want, so they take it. No second guessing.
I feel that it is different for women of colour…
It’s very internal, within the family, within those boundaries. Anything, anyone, outside of that family web, cannot really be trusted or welcomed in…
Being a woman of colour myself, I understand this. It took me a very long time myself to open up to the women in my life.
It’s a very profound wound in the feminine. That, at the of the day, no matter where you come from, every woman carries inside of them.
This fear, this mistrust, of receiving help and support from other women...













