Preach Islamic Feminism; I’m my father’s daughter not my husband’s
Story by Tiyumba Sweiba Yakubu Editor; Zakaria Abdul Hakim Cisse Some years ago, I visited my senior sister who was living in Accra, and whilst I was in the kitchen washing the dishes, I heard a loud exclamation by my sister “Koi Koi” in the local Dagbani dialect which can be literally translated as “What” in the English language. I ran as fast as I could to the living room where, she and her friend were seated, very frightened and I was thinking something bad had happened only to realize that she was looking through her phone whilst making that big exclamation. She called to her friend’s name and said, what kind of name are you using on your Facebook profile? Surprised at first, her friend also asked, what name? I love am using my name or? Not allowing her friend to complete her statement, she asked, again, when did you start using Fareeda Ibrahim, because I have been with you in school and your father’s name is Abdul Rahman! With a loud laugh, her friend chuckled and ask...