I REMEMBER it like it was yesterday. I had spent a year loafing at home as I nursed my poor, young broken heart from all the rejections I received from universities.
With each failed application, my hope began to wane. My only light at the end of the tunnel was my faith; that was my saving grace! One day, as I was leading the youth of Zimbabwe in my national role as vice president of our faith movement, I was introduced to one of our senior pastors, who was also a reverend and chaplain at a local university.
After exchanging pleasantries, we began discussing my aspirations and my role as a bright young woman, destined for greatness. I mentioned that I was looking for a place to attend university, and he graciously invited me to his office the following week to see how to support me “so that such a bright girl doesn’t become a waste”.
His words were music to my ears. I felt as though I had encountered a man of faith, a Godsend indeed.
The week dragged on as I eagerly anticipated my appointment with this beacon of hope. I prepared meticulously, wanting to impress him, as he was my potential saviour from a future of wasted potential.
After all, I was born a leader, and I had to make this opportunity work for me and for my younger brothers who looked up to me as their big sister.
My family legacy depended on this interview; there was no time to waste or room for error. I arrived at his office promptly, filled with hope and determination. As I entered, I was greeted warmly, and we exchanged pleasantries.
Initially, I felt confident, believing this was the big break I had longed for. However, as our conversation progressed, I sensed a shift. He began asking questions that felt increasingly personal, veering away from the academic support I had sought.
I tried to steer the conversation back to my aspirations, but he seemed more interested in my personal life, my relationships, and my appearance.
What started as a promising opportunity quickly turned into a disconcerting experience. I felt the weight of his gaze, the subtle implications behind his words.
As he leaned closer, I could feel an uncomfortable tension in the air. The office, which had once seemed like a sanctuary of hope, now felt like a trap.
I found myself shrinking, my confidence waning under the scrutiny of a man I had respected and trusted. I left his office that day feeling more confused than empowered. Instead of guidance, I had encountered a subtle form of harassment, a reminder of the power dynamics that often plague women in positions of vulnerability.
I had gone there seeking support, but instead, I had been met with unwanted attention and veiled propositions.
This experience was not an isolated incident; it was part of a larger narrative that many women and girls face when accessing basic social services.
The reality is that sexual harassment is pervasive in numerous institutions, including educational settings, healthcare facilities, and community organisations.
For women seeking assistance, mentorship, or guidance, the looming threat of harassment can overshadow their pursuit for knowledge and personal growth, creating an environment of fear and anxiety.
In Zimbabwe and many other regions, women often navigate a landscape fraught with challenges, where their aspirations are continually overshadowed by the fear of exploitation.
They may encounter unwanted advances, inappropriate comments, or coercive behaviour from those in positions of power — mentors, educators, or service providers — who are supposed to support their development.
This dynamic not only undermines their confidence but also creates significant barriers to accessing the very services designed to uplift them.
The implications of this systemic issue are profound. Women may feel compelled to compromise their dignity or silence their voices to secure the help they desperately need.
This perpetuates a cycle of silence, where victims are reluctant to speak out due to fear of retribution, disbelief, or social stigma. As a result, many women internalise their experiences, suffering in isolation while the cycle of harassment continues unchecked.
Moreover, this culture of silence can lead to a broader societal impact, as it discourages women from pursuing education and career opportunities, ultimately stunting their personal and professional growth.
The fear of harassment thus not only affects individual lives but also hinders progress towards gender equality and empowerment. Addressing this pervasive issue requires a collective effort to create safe, supportive environments where women can pursue their goals free from fear and intimidation.
Reflecting on my own experience, I realised that it was not just about one encounter; it was about the countless women who have faced similar situations. Each story represents a struggle against a society that often fails to protect its most vulnerable members.
The emotional toll of such experiences can be devastating, leading to feelings of shame, isolation, and a loss of self-worth. As we observe the 16 Days of Activism Against Gender-Based Violence, it is crucial to acknowledge the intersectionality of these issues.
Women and girls from marginalised communities often bear the brunt of this violence, facing additional barriers in accessing services and support.
The systemic nature of harassment requires a collective response — one that includes education, advocacy, and policy reform. We must create safe spaces for women to share their experiences without fear of judgment or retaliation.
Institutions need to implement robust policies to address harassment, ensuring that all individuals feel safe and supported in their pursuit of education and personal growth.
It is imperative that we hold those in power accountable for their actions, fostering an environment where respect and dignity are paramount.
As I reflect on my journey, I recognise the profound importance of resilience and community in overcoming adversity.
My faith and the unwavering support of my peers were instrumental in helping me navigate the aftermath of that unsettling encounter.
They provided me with the strength to not only process my experience but also to learn the power of speaking out.
Sharing my story became a vital part of my healing process, and it empowered me to advocate for others, who might be facing similar challenges in silence.
This journey has taught me that the fight against sexual harassment is not merely about individual experiences; it is about dismantling the systemic structures that allow such behaviour to persist.
It is about creating a world where every woman and girl can access basic social services without fear, where their dreams are nurtured, and their potential is fully realised.
My own story is a testament to the resilience that many women possess, but it also highlights the urgent need for societal change.
Together, we can pave the way for a future where respect and equality reign, ensuring that no one’s aspirations are dimmed by the shadows of harassment.
This collective effort requires a commitment to creating safe spaces, implementing robust policies, and fostering a culture of accountability.
Each step we take towards empowerment and support not only uplifts ourselves but also paves the way for future generations to thrive in an environment free from fear and exploitation.
Let us continue to stand together, amplifying our voices and advocating for change, so that every woman and girl can pursue their dreams without hesitation.
Until then, we are blessed to be a blessing (#B2BAB). We are here, becoming better, making our mark, and leaving our footprint as we strive to make the world a better place.
Chirenje writes in her capacity as a citizen of Zimbabwe. Follow her on social media for more Lifezone with Grace conversations on Twitter: @graceruvimbo; Facebook: Grace Ruvimbo Chirenje; Instagram: @graceruvimbo