We, the women

We, the women

We the women by Emilie Gambade


“It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,

The stride of my step,

The curl of my lips.

I’m a woman


Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.”

Maya Angelou


I once wrote In one of my editorials that at the core of my work as the editor of a women’s magazine was a quest, through words and images, to make the voice of the women of our country heard. To, one story at a time, chronicle the resilience of our souls, the strength of our bodies, the love in our hearts, the doubts, the fears, the hopes and the dreams. To tell South Africa about the work done hand in hand to pave a brighter future for generations of women that will come after us.

In this picture, the face of a woman looking straight at us, pride in their eyes, with the words ‘We The People Defend Dignity,’ ‘We The People Are Greater Than Fear,’ ‘We The People Protect Each Other’ are an ode to the trailblazers, visionaries, pioneers and everyday fighters who hold their heads up and stand proud against challenges and criticism. It is a visual allegory for many a woman’s inner strength and an invincible spirit. But even more so, they are powerful images whispering to us that if W stands for WOMEN, it also stands for WE.


The Women’s March was the formidable coming together of brave women in all their vulnerability and all their quiet force. It was a pink-hued river of hope, there was empowerment in so many women and men joining the march but also in their words, powerful stories shared everywhere throughout that global defiance day.

Together, we can shatter glass ceilings and crush sexist clichés with humour and perspective. Together, we can ignore the blows, even when they cut deep into one’s humanity and character. Together, we can lift mountains and change the course of history.


Many women have done it before us and many will take the cause into the future; because no success or societal progress is a sure win, our vigilance should never end.


And of course, our confidence: Who runs the world? You. And you. And YOU. All of us, phenomenal, nasty, women.


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