Women Walk at Midnight

by Geopolitical Insights

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Photo credit: Carla Lever

“Beyond feeling held together in such care-ful support and respect, I just want to say that I’ve (never) experienced a walk where there was such a combination of respectful listening and spirited solidarity. It’s what we hoped for … that strange space of possibility lying somewhere between grief and joy. ”

Carla Lever, a member of Women Walk at Midnight SA’s organising committee

Photo credits: Mishra Sonday

On a bitterly cold Wednesday night in August, hundreds of women from a variety of backgrounds braved the night streets of Salt River, to mark Women’s Month in South Africa. Finding warmth and comfort in the camaraderie of sisterhood, they stamped their rights to freedom in this working class suburb on the outskirts of the centre of Cape Town, one of the most unequal, violent capitals of the world. And chose the occasion to honour the women of Palestine, who, along with their children, are bearing the brunt of an unspeakable genocide by Israeli occupiers.

Professor Amrita Pande, who spearheads the South African chapter of Women Walk at Midnight, organisers of the walk, described the women’s walking as a “radical” act on a “night where even winter forgot itself”.

Ayesha Bagus video

Video credit: Nazley Khan

Ayesha Bagus, founder of Mothers4Gaza, co-organisers of the event read A Letter From a Mother in Gaza To Mothers Around the World, by Munira El Najar, a mother raising four children in Gaza, Palestine.

With its genesis in Delhi, India in 2016, Women Walk at Midnight South Africa began in 2022 as “a very simple and yet, critical initiative, especially in a country like South Africa, commonly referred to as the rape capital of the world,… It is about building a community, a space of safety for women, where we can walk, sing, talk, breathe…. exist and access the night without fear. We walk together because we have never been able to walk alone without a sense of fear, without holding on to whatever we feel will protect us from the predator lurking around, and without our hearts beating in our mouths. Together we reclaim the night, and we reclaim the streets of our city. There are no formal mechanisms of safety and no police protection. Women walking together are each other’s safety.“

Here we share videos of stops along the Women Walking at Midnight route on 13 August 2025.

Salt River Heritage video

Video credit: Nazley Khan

Salt River heritage: The fight against gentrification

The walk traced the Salt River murals route, introduced by Kulsum Viljoen, a testimony to the community’s long-held solidarity with Palestine.

The Salt River murals route is a testimony to the community’s long-held solidarity with Palestine. It is a product of the Salt River Heritage Society (SRHS), founded in 2018, “to conserve and collate the Salt River people’s history”. Kulsum Viljoen, SRHS treasurer, introduced Women Walking at Midnight to the stories behind the murals of Salt River.

Housing Co-operative video

Video credit: Nazley Khan

Housing cooperative resisting Cape Town gentrification

This was followed by a stop Cissie Gool House (CGH) where Karen Hendricks spoke of the occupation which is resisting the City of Cape Town’s marginalistion of working class families.

Cissie Gool House (CGH) is a former hospital in Woodstock which now houses a community of around 1,000 people. This housing cooperative is organised by Reclaim the City, a collective of housing rights organisations and cooperatives, which establishes occupations of abandoned buildings. Their work is a symbol of resistance and visible struggle against the gentrification of the City of Cape Town, which has a long history of expelling working-class people from the city centre to far-flung areas.

Community House video

Video credit: Nazley Khan

Community House

Community House in Salt River, Cape Town, is ”a unique and historic site of living heritage”. It has been a site of activism, especially in the turbulent times of resistance to the apartheid government in the mid to late ‘80s. Community House remains a centre of socio-political engagement, home to NGOs, Trade Unions, a labour and community history museum, and 24 organisations “that focus on labour research, popular education, gender advocacy, HIV/AIDS education, environmental issues, youth development and media production”. But it also provides the broader community with affordable Halls for hire.

Poet Imān Zanele Omar shares a historical account of Community House.

This piece was written for the August 2025 edition of Postscripts, Shamillah Wilson’s monthly round-up of what’s been happening in feminist circles, her work, and some recommended reading suggestions.

Author: Lorelle Bell

Author: Lorelle Bell

This post was first published 25 August 2025.

Lorelle Bell is a South African writer, editor, feminist, and social justice activist with a background in media and communications, education, social justice, and human-centred design. With a deep commitment to Africa and people of global majority contexts. Lorelle crafts stories and thought pieces for clients, developing content that distils complex ideas into accessible, impactful messages.

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Mother in Gaza To Mothers Around the World

by Munira El Najar

To every mother who wakes her children with a kiss,
and sleeps peacefully to the sound of their laughter…
to every mother who packs a schoolbag,
or waits by the window for her child’s return…
I write to you from a place that no longer resembles life.
A place where motherhood is entangled with prayer,
where love walks hand in hand with patience,
and fear is softened only by hope.

I am a mother, just like you.
I dream only to see my children grow.
To prepare them a meal without first counting the airstrikes.
To dress them in clean clothes that don’t carry the scent of smoke.
To let them sleep without asking…
“When will the war end?”
or “Why us?”
In Gaza, we do not live — we wait.
We wait for bread, for water,
for the faint signal of safety.
We wait to count our children every evening…
and tremble at the thought that one may be missing by dawn.
Mothers of the world, we do not ask for pity — but for witness.
We do not ask for silence — but for a voice beside ours.
So that your children, when they grow up,
will know that we had children too.
That we had arms and hearts and fears, just like you.
Let the world remember —
that in Gaza, mothers still give birth under fire,
raise children in tents,
and teach them that love survives,
even in war.
From my small tent, I write to you with the voice of every mother who endured,
every mother who grieved,
and every mother who still dares to dream…
of peace.

WORKING TOGETHER

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