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Welcome to my world. I'm Tricia Gloria Nabaye, on a mission to advocate for gender equality, human rights, and democratic governance through the lens of feminist intersectional practices. With nine years of experience, I've honed my skills to be a force for positive change. My strengths lie in problem-solving and effective cross-cultural collaboration, and I thrive in leadership roles. My analytical perspective ensures that my advocacy is data-driven and impactful. My primary focus is on feminist leadership consulting, where I provide valuable insight and guidance. I also offer rapporteur services, ensuring that essential discussions are documented and shared. As a feminist researcher, my deep commitment lies in addressing gender issues, empowering women and girls, and advancing public policy advocacy. I'm a visionary dedicated to shaping the future of advocacy with a strong focus on human rights. Join me in our journey to drive positive change. Together, we can build a world where gender equality and human rights are at the forefront, ensuring a more inclusive and just society for all.

Tuesday, March 29, 2016

BEING STRONG


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You probably have heard of the cliche that," You never know how strong you are until being strong is the only option you have" But then again, what if being strong is what you have been through the years. It finally dawned on me that while I still had some expectations of people and while I had somewhat a slight hope in dependence, I was also the kind to stand alone and fight. But that came at a price. I realized that I bottled up and stayed strong through the emotions and when I bust open I really did bust open, I cried, despaired and also got my bouts of depression some times all because, being strong was all I ever did or maybe even knew.

It was finally wearing me out, the brave girl suit was getting tight. Some how I have always been the strong one, the one with the answers, not always though but in the crowds I just don't remember a day that I didn't hold it together.
Habits from over time, I can only imagine what the years through taught me on being strong no matter what. Recently, I realized that as time went by,I had a pattern of breaking down as much as I had it all together. I realized being strong was not something I wanted to be always, I need to feel all the emotions, to be a damsel and a brave warrior all the same. It is surely possible to be alive, there are a lot of books on how to be in touch with one's emotions, yet I still find strength a weapon to survive through regardless of how grave the consequences are in the detox moments.

So what does one do in the face of a turn of emotions, how does one go past the strong facade that comes with learning to brush off every pain or hurt. How does one cry when they want to and laugh hard when they so desire, How does one just live life?
And that is where I am, in a place where life should not get in the way of living. The next half of my life, should be of full living, of continuous thriving. It should be something worth looking forward to you know, between the fall of tears and the sound of loud laughter, between feeling the pain and letting it go. It should be a ride of life. (It's time I guess to cut off the strings of serious surviving)

It is good to be strong, half the time being strong helped me survive the moments of great pain but it should also be okay to find pleasure in  living large and living through all the moments of life. What is there to lose if in moments of despair you did go through and came to the end having experienced all the emotions as they played out. I guess I don't have to always be strong, I guess you also don't have to always be strong, you can be in between the moments of life and feel every little bit of it. It goes like that, but we never half find ourselves in those paths, I hope I do and you as well, Go live life.
You don't have to wear the brave girl suit always.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

JUST GRATEFUL

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After the elections period, everyone seemed to have a need to write about the vote rigging and now we are yanked into the post election petition. The temptation to pen in that area seems great yet I choose to sit and think of the little blessings that the Lord has provided in the time past and in the little limps of hope in the disarray that life tends to be.

I had my first surgery done, the fright all washed off in the fact that to get it done was to stop all the pain that was there before and that alone was comforting in itself. So I lay myself down, stripped of all shyness to the redeeming knife of the surgeon and there I was after two hours looking at what had been causing my torment and worry, Most comforting was the fact that it was not cancerous.(I have seen what cancer can do,not something to smile about.)
But it was after this ordeal, that I realized how much easy it is to go through life thankful of every little blessing that comes forth. Sure, it might not be a lot but most important is the fact that there is something to always be thankful about in the long run. It was much more easy for me to go through the days after the surgery with the mentality that it could have been worse but I was spared that as well.

Image result for just gratefulGranted that things do not look all rosy in our country now, granted that the mere sight of soldiers assembled every where is in itself frighting and worrying. Yet in the presence of sheer defeat everyone has a won battle, I have a won battle.I am not happy with the way things turned out, I cry at the demise of our land in the next few years yet I also know that to cry over split milk is to fail to rise to the occasion and find adequate solutions for the morrow. So I embrace what is left of sanity and charge yet again. I make room for more joy and more peace, I line myself in the gutters of hope so I can scoop if only one gleaming stone to what maybe of tomorrow.


I am grateful, grateful for everything in between, grateful for the nights that seemed more dark, for the rain that failed to rain, for the rain that did rain. Grateful for the surgeon that came just in time, for the learned friends that rose to the occasion, for the men brave enough to boycott work, for the soldiers ready to battle. Grateful for my boda guy, who is always just a call away.(How do people with no boda guy survive?)
I am just grateful, that I can breathe in a bountiful of air, and scream "I am alive!!"

Thursday, March 10, 2016

OF HAKIIKAS, 10th ANNIVERSAY AND ABRUPT SURGERIES


Over the weekend I attended a Muslim baptism called “Hakiika” and No, I do not know what they do during a Hakiika apart from the fact that it had a duwa (prayers) before it began. I got clad in my long hijab and closed off my ears in a kakaya scarf and so did the day begin. One thing stood out, the food is ever so much and needed. There is no room for getting hungry and who doesn’t want a full stomach.
 I was caught between chunks of freshly and nicely barbecued marinated meat and chicken to an amazing buffet. Men and women clad in nice colorful attires. Men by the way are served first now for a feminist person like me, I really had a fight with that one, but since I was too full to care I let it be. And there the utter revelation that men should be given their football came to total realization. In the heat of day, in the time that we forget the children, they sat down to cartoons and low and behold the mighty men came and took the television. You know how you are hoping that they are going to show a down the memory lane of the two important people and you get the shock of your life, it was to watch a football game!  How do you beat that? 
I officially gave up my struggle with men that watch football, let them watch please my fair ladies.
And then came the greatest shock of the day, My auntie to me has been Auntie Jackie, You’ll be shocked when you hear everyone else call her Husna...aaah that made my day, my uncle is called Hussein so two cute names and I was sorted for a while. The anniversary gifts were to die for; you could not go wrong on some things and trust that the memory of the Hakiika gave me a new feel of how love and forever can be all you need to keep going. The day closed and for two days, I did not eat anything, I was sorted to the fill. Oh the day was exceptionally elated through the weekend until late in the night.

 I realized if I don’t rush into the hospital (where I work) I was going to have a seriously bad leg and butt cheek in the near future. Who would have thought what I was an injection scar was a Teratoma and it was way big and long! There I was unexpectedly laid on the theater table up for a surgery that took two hours. It was way far beyond my expected outcome.  I am ever so shy to even own a male gynae, here I was on the table and the only way help would come was if I put m butt there and have the thing cut out, oh the shame the dissolves in the face of need. But here I am, grateful that it was gotten and happy that I can move on with life.

Yes, I was surprised and Yes, about the Hakiika about my Husna (cute name) and about the surgery and about all the little things that show up in my day. But I was also beyond the shadow of doubt brought back to the place of gratitude. How can one experience all these things and stay happy? I guess it comes from a place where one can see blessings even in the pain.                                                                                 
 I still think of the fun of the Hakiika, the guy who ate to crazy! I still think of the pain of a Teratoma and the urgency of surgery. But most of all I am thankful for the blessing of family, the answered prayer of a good surgeon and a good hospital.

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