Must read-Caroline Mutoko responds to the ‘Mollis’ viral clip (full text)


Caroline Mutoko is undoubtedly the queen of
radio in Kenya. She is compared to the likes of Tyra Banks and Oprah Winfrey.
She recently retired from Kiss 100 but she still commands respect and a large
following too.

Last week, the ‘mollis’ clip went viral in
the social media and it received mixed reactions from celebrities, public
figures and the common mwananchi.
Many people shared their minds and so did
Caroline Mutoko. She decided to give a piece of her mind to her ‘young sisters’
Below is the lengthy letter that she wrote

Dear Kid sis,
As a young woman growing up today, I can’t begin to imagine how confused you
must be about what is okay about sex and sexuality and what isn’t. When were
you reduced to your crotch, when did we do
away with your right as a person with the ability to decide for yourself? It starts
in high school, when you are told to do it because, well, everyone is doing it.
Sadly, in your teens, you are yet to know what you want or how. Yet the
pressure is intense.

You don’t want to, you don’t feel like it,
but sadly in that space, you are made to feel like an outcast if you don’t. Once
you buckle under the peer pressure and do it, you hate yourself, you turn the
pain and hate inwards and sadly the idea of sex is entrenched as horrible and
dreadful in your mind for a long, long time. If it isn’t the peer pressure then
there’s the “he-pressure”. The myths abound: His stomach will hurt, he’ll get blue
balls, he will die (like really). I’m glad I had a mother who told me outright
that no-one, not a single documented case exists of a man who died because he
didn’t have sex with a young girl. Let me fess up kid sis, I wasn’t one to take
everything my mum said as gospel truth, but two things worked for me. My mortal
fear of my mum and watching my peers who did do ‘the deed” spiral into despair
and worse. I grew up in South B, I can admit today that back then, I envied
those girls who the boys preferred because they weren’t “mean”. Back then I was
made to feel bad because “Caroline wa Valley Road anatunyima “. But my envy
turned into pity within weeks. Those same boys turned nasty and shunned those
same girls within the space of a school term. Those same boys came back to me
and said “at least you’re not like her.” Those same boys sniggered and giggled
when that girl walked past and hissed at her as she hang her head in shame.
Those same boys fled when she got
pregnant and joined in the nasty gossip about her in the estate. So maybe I didn’t
really listen to Mum, but I watched the world around me keenly and learnt. Between
us, I went to university still a virgin.
Looking back, thank goodness I waited. Having sex is about choice, your choice,
your timing, not your friends’ timing or a boy’s timing. This is a lesson you
must learn today and carry with you through life.
My little sister, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Forget
blue balls and stories about
death. Today you live in a scary world, where betrayal is a digital device
away. Your choice and your
voice must matter. The guy you want to be within your early 20s is the one who values
your consent in every way. This is the guy who would never secretly record you.
I’ve said this before, young love shouldn’t hurt. It shouldn’t hurt your head,
your heart or your mind. The primal instinct of any man, any real man, is to
protect. Have you ever seen little boys trying to protect their Mums? They can
be five years old and they will stand between their mum and perceived danger.
It’s instinct. God doesn’t make mistakes — men come wired genetically to
protect. The guy you want in your life is the one who seeks to protect your
character, to protect your heart and of course your body. When you meet one who
doesn’t protect your heart, your mind, your body and your name, your character,
run! Kid sis, I’m not done yet. If you survive university or your college years
without having your self- esteem broken into a million little pieces. If you
survive those years between 20 and 24 without being reduced to an angry girl
who uses a “don’t care” attitude to cover for the hurt inside, then you’re
fine. If you didn’t survive high school or college without that hot angry and
pain that makes it almost hard to cry, if you are finally crying as you read this,
wipe your tears and make a decision to take back your body. Don’t you know
precious you are? You are a treasure. You are precious. As a woman there is
nothing finer than you and what you have to offer when you are whole. Kingdoms
have crumpled at the feet of women, thrones and titles have been abdicated for
women, wars have been fought over women my dear girl — that’s how valuable you
are. I see you reading this, thinking “Me? Precious?” Yes, you. Baby girl, we
have done you wrong as women and men of a certain generation. We have given you
the impression that you are worth nothing. We have given you shocking double
speak. We seek to empower you in talk shops and seminars, yet we tell you that
you can’t make a decision about your life, your thoughts or your body. It’s
criminal. The narrative we have given you is nasty. The messages we have sent
you are not just confusing, they are detrimental: You must be thin — but you
need a big behind to go with that. Men like big butts. You must be very sexy —
but don’t be a slut. You must want to have sex — your feelings or say is totally
irrelevant. You must be promiscuous but not slutty — If you sleep around we’ll
call you names. If you don’t we’ll still call you names. Go figure! You must
show off your body; men
want to see it — but be prepared to be called a slut and objectified by everyone
including other women.
You must be available to men — all men. Small runny nose types with weak limbs
and croaking types the age of your grandfather. But note, we will spit at you for
it all the same. However, if you choose not to be available, we will call you
names and shame you into being a slut. You must accept advancements made by men
— doesn’t matter who they are. Watchies, cab drivers, makangas, your juniors at
work. Accept and be happy. There’s an ugly chick not getting any attention.
Your decision and your
consent are irrelevant. You must learn how to manipulate clothing to improve your
breasts and ass. Men need something to look at. Why are you being mean? But
please note, we will penalise you for it. We will put all your achievements
down to your tits and ass. You must give up your interests, your ambitions and
even your opinions to be an object of desire. However be warned, that after we have
reduced you to a ‘thin-big butt-slut-in-sexy attire-who is- promiscuous and to
whom all and any advances can be made to . Once we have reduced you to nothing
but a joke and a meme, we expect you to be a great mother. But there is hope.
All is not lost. Look through social media and you’ll see that the people
speaking loudest against the objectifying of women are men. Men of your
generation. Men under 35. The majority of men over 35 who dare to state that
women are precious are ridiculed by women (gasp) and a few wimpish males who
aren’t worth the air they breathe. Through the clutter of nasty conflicting sexualised
messages out there, you know where true north is. Seek it. Follow it. If you
remember nothing else, know this: if your life means so little to you that you
can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him?
He can’t value you more than you value yourself. No-one can.


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