Why I No Longer Identify as a Feminist, Though I fiercly Believe in Women's rights.

​My decision to no longer use the label "Feminist," despite my fierce commitment to women's rights, stems from a profound disillusionment. Our movement, I believe, has been hijacked by women who use their power to abuse others and satisfy their own gluttony.

​I have observed women in ruling and leadership positions who are, to an exceptional degree, wicked. Witnessing their actions has led me to question what "women's empowerment" has truly become. This is not the principled empowerment championed by figures like Nana Konadu Agyemang Rawlings, the independence-era sheroes (such as Mabel Dove Danquah and Akua Asabea Ayisi), or writers like Ama Ata Aidoo.

​All over the world, I see wicked women ascending to power. I use the word "wicked" intentionally because it accurately describes their unethical behavior; I would use the exact same word if describing a man. The constant justification given for their harsh methods is that one must be ruthless "to survive in this man's world." If this is the case, then why bother fighting for equality at all?

​I am angered by what I see: women who claim to be breaking glass ceilings, yet do so by stepping on other women for their own glory. Does this mean the women who fought hard for rights with clean hands were fools?

​Are we supposed to be happy and clap our hands simply because a wicked woman has made it, just because "at least she is there"? If this is the new standard of success, then we are effectively wishing for our daughters to be void of any dignity.

​The success of these modern women looks ugly, as it is achieved through moral compromise.