You were recently nominated for a Zimbabwe Achievers Award, Female Personality. It’s in my understanding that you stand for women and girls of Zimbabwe, especially their rights, though I may be wrong.
I remember not long ago, you wrote about me on your Facebook page, attacking me and telling me that abuse is personal, and no one should tell a person how to deal with abuse. I hadn’t even done that, but that was your manipulated argument against me. What a hypocrite you are?
Why are you so obsessed with me?
Today, on your platform you launched a vicious attack on me because I wrote a letter to my mummy, MY MOTHER not Bren Mupa’s. You imply that my abuse stories are too much. You are fed up of me, though I wonder why you are such a religious follower of my ‘stupid stories’.
Bren and all the Zimbabwean women who hate me with a passion, I understand why. Of cause you can’t stand me, I am that woman who refuses to walk in the popular road. I always stop and ask why everyone is going in one direction, and you hate my guts. You love abuse and those that abuse. You claim to be women rights defenders, yet in darkness, you love to pat on the back people who hurt women and girls.
I want to be that woman, who will stand up for the women and girls who are terrified and intimidated by women like you. Those women who inbox me because they are too scared to say something on social media lest the Bren Mupas of Zimbabwe come after them with a whip. Numbers or followers on social media do not frighten me.
Bren and Zimbabwean women, let me tell you something about me. All my life I stood alone, and today it hasn’t changed much, though I have a few wonderful women who are starting to hold my hand and cry and laugh with me. I have the spirit of an eagle, I tend to fly alone. Today I will stand alone against the whole nation of Zimbabwe, you Bren and the women you are a role model to.
I hate Zimbabwean culture, I hate it to the core. It hurt me badly, and you Bren Mupa give me the justification of why I believe Zimbabwe culture breads abuse.
Right now I can see you smiling behind your keyboard, as you and your followers call me all sorts of derogatory names that I will never call you.
Who are you Bren Mupa and Zimbabwe, to tell me how many times I should be abused?
Who are you Bren Mupa and Zimbabwe, to tell me that my pain isn’t real?
Who are you Bren Mupa and Zimbabwe, to tell me when and how to deal with my pain?
Who are you Bren Mupa and Zimbabwe to threaten me with cultural curses?
Someone says I should go hang and die, and you seem to be very happy about that.
You call yourself a Zimbabwean role model, yet you cruelly laugh at what makes another woman cry?
I hate Zimbabwean culture, the worst culture on earth.
A culture that makes women who abuse other women role models.
A culture that gives awards to women who mock other women.
A culture that says a woman can not be abused by more than 1 person.
A culture that says a woman can not be abused repeatedly.
A culture that says a woman can not talk about abuse more than once.
Even when she talks once, she is attacked for it.
A culture that says it’s a taboo to just say that your mother hurt you.
It’s not in many cultures I see women being mocked by other women because they said they were abused.
You may hate me with a passion Bren, you and your followers who can’t stand the woman that I am, but silence me you shall never. You don’t know the road I have walked.
You may think you can make me fall, you don’t know what still keeps me standing today. But even if you punch me the hardest, I fall and like dust, I rise.
You may hate the way I stand, and mock me and laugh at me, but standing I am
I will speak about all my abuse from a roof top, I will tell the world what Zimbabwe is like, and you Bren will not stop me. I will cry if I want to. Laugh if I want, and Zimbabwe will not stop me. I will be Jean, and even if you come after me with 10 thousand Zimbabwean women with whips, including Yvonne Yvette and men like Taka Chivore who are laughing mercilessly at my abuse. As for Yvonne Yvette just because you say your mother called you ugly and you were okay with it doesn’t mean I have to be okay with it. I will still stand. Yes, you may have the masses with you in mocking me, but I am still standing.
You will hear my roar Bren, and there is nothing you can do to stop me.
Oh I hate Zimbabwean culture, God I hate it, the worst of its kind. Today I spit on it.
I am not a Zimabwean, I am Just Jean
As ridiculous and annoying my ‘abuse’ is to you
Maybe let me ‘apologise’ for being over abused. My intention is never to annoy you.
My tears may be a joke to you Bren, but to God they were prayers, and each tear he counted and cherished.
Bren Mupa and Zimbabwean women
My story is mine to tell, not yours to silence