There is traffic. The hash tag “I wear What I Want” has gained enormous momentum. Religious pundits and morality high priests are gasping for air. Liberals sneer at the pretensions of conservatives. Conservatives are grappling for survival. The culture card is treading on thin ice and the jury is still out. The playground is muddied, but bottom line is the demonstrators have achieved a milestone; they wanted to spark the conversations around GBV, in particular against women by men. The idea was to push, nag, stir the elephant in the room, it is undeniable the elephant is moving, slowly yet surely.
All hell broke loose after a video appeared on Facebook. The video was so ugly and nauseating; with demeaning and derogatory scenes. It was a mixed mob viciously charging at a helpless girl who is barely in her early 20s or even younger. Disdainful nomenclatures were hurled at the poor girl. Cheers of women could be heard from the side-lines, fuelling the vigour of the so-called men who were shamelessly strong-minded to undress a child young enough to be their daughter or young sister. No one was seen to be assisting the poor thing until she grabbed a plastic stool to shove them off. The damage was already done; they had managed to expose her uttermost vital parts. They succeeded in undressing her. I could feel her disgust, disgust beyond description. I could tell shame covered her from head to toe. Hours after the sickening video took rounds on social media, sporadic voices were heard from isolated places. Eventually they came together to sing a song of harmony, a song that says, let the women be allowed to say, “I wear what I want”. That was the hash tag.
