The cost of bleeding every month! #We of the bleeding vagina #MenstruationMatters #MHD15, was one of the posts by one
of my Facebook friends this morning.
This girl can
be brave. Is she announcing her next red? I pondered. Often, when the ‘red zone’ pops
around, it’s not something we can brag about. You wouldn’t want anyone to know
that it’s ‘your’ time of the month. But
Hey, isn’t this the reason we are different from the Men?
Never mind that the post came while I was listening to an
informative session on Women’s Sexual and Reproductive health
issues in Uganda by Annet Kyarimpa, from Reproductive Health Uganda. How handy, I wish my Facebook friend was in
the same room with me at the time.
Anyway, the men in this room
could have thought that growing up as a girl in Uganda or being a mother is as
hard as attempting to beat Usain Bolt in a 100 meter race. Isn’t it such a
task? It already sounded like a full time job reading from stories shared by
both Annet and earlier by her colleague James Tumusiime.
My mind was drawn to a young girl
who, for purposes of today’s learning, we shall call Rose, going through the
agony of being raped by her step father, the trauma of carrying an unwanted
pregnancy and the pain of rejection. Rose is treated as an outcast in her home,
in her family and in the community. But
what’s Rose’s crime?
She is a girl. A girl who is not emotionally ready for sexual
encounters, a girl who is not prepared for Marriage , a girl who has no access
to health services, a baby who would carry another baby in her unripe womb, a
girl who is driven into motherhood by ignorance and poverty.
Rose would dread ‘that time of
the month,’ she would be told to sit in the sand for seven days so that her
bleed is absorbed. She would put
together a few leaves and chicken feather to protect herself from showing off the
girlhood dilemma.
It is already a painful
experience growing up as a girl. Her future would be doomed if Rose is forced
into marriage.
Rose needs hope, she needs empowerment
and she needs to be able to soar high above the frustrations of life.
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