A letter to the modern career woman

Dear Modern Day Woman,
I am talking to you. Yes, you with long manicured nails. Yes, you who just stepped out of that big car. Yes, you in long (fake) hair and red lips. Yes, you who wears 6-inched heels and short skirts. You who dines in posh and expensive hotels. You who goes to Dubai and Malaysia for a shopping spree with your 'girls". You who scares the skin out of the male folks in the working place. You who they call a "bitch" because you do not care about who you step on to be able to afford a 5 bedroomed house in Runda. Yes, you woman. You who is enjoying all these things because before you, there was a group of "village" women who fought to have you enjoy them.
I am ashamed because of the women of your generation. I am talking about the mid-twenties to the forty- year old woman. Are you so self centered that you do not care? Are you so blind that you cannot see what is happening to your small sister? Look at you, with your fake hair, spiky heels and mini skirts as you rush to work. You are successful and independent women. You  have come from far. You have struggled to be where you are, right?

Wrong. Some other woman struggled for you to enjoy the freedom that you are enjoying right now.  Some woman felt that she needs to fight for coming generations, so that another woman can be empowered. That woman went for a convention in Beijing, came back and decided to teach the younger generation on what being a woman is all about. Before you, that woman was just a house-wife, her greatest role was to bear children till her eggs ran out and serve her master. That woman was raped and misused; not given a chance to go to school and work and be as independent as you are right now. That woman decided that she has had enough and rose up to defend herself and women of generations to come. She stood up. She fought. She went to school. She took charge of her life and decided that she will have a say in the number of children that she bears. She stood tall. And that is why you can stand tall too. That is why you find yourself in a boardroom, men listening to you. That is why your role right now is not confined in the kitchen. Yes, that woman is to be applauded.

But what about you, woman of this generation? What have you done that is remarkable? What empowerment knowledge have you passed to your young sisters? Woman, are you so busy that you do not care about the younger generation? Have you turned a blind eye to the wrong path that I, your young sister, are taking? Have you watched the news lately and seen how girls as young as thirteen are getting pregnant? Did you see the worrying numbers of abortions that are taking place? Do you care?

I know you are a busy woman. You probably don't care. You probably have a board meeting to go to. But could you halt a minute and talk to me? Mentor me? Tell me that twerking is not the new way of making money. Tell me that my body is special and I need to be in control. Tell me that the sight of a camera should not be a cue for me to show my underwear to the world. Tell me that you worked hard to be where you are right now. That a few years back, you also lived in a bedsitter in Mathare but you worked hard to be promoted.

Take a minute and care. Someone before you cared and that is why you are empowered. I know you have a salon appointment, maybe you need to rush to the bank but could you stop and take a minute to tell a 16-year-old me that sex is not the solution to my problems? The generation behind you would really appreciate a role model in you. Seriously, could you stop twerking for a minute? Thank you. Now go and be a mentor.

Yours truly,
Small sister.