I am thinking about crying. Crying tears. They say that tears are healing. They also say that tears are weak. If you are a career woman, it is not advisable to cry under professional circumstances, because then you may be seen as a typical weak female who should have stayed in the home, kissing away her children’s  boo-boos, and sobbing as she watches Maria finally succumb to the romantic advances of Miguel, in this week’s episode of her favourite telenovella.

Alternatively you will be seen as a manipulative vixen, Daddy’s little princess-bitch, who turns on the waterworks when she can’t get her way.

But I am thinking also about unshed tears, tears of pride and frustration, women in Zambia who must stay up all night wailing at the death of a male relative, forced tears.

P.S: Kampire Bahana is a young feminist living and working in Kampala, Uganda. You can read some more of her writings at www.vuga.wordpress.com