The topic is menstruation.
Yes, my friends, I am saying that word - the one no one says in public.
In many places - to this day - menstruating girls are isolated and considered filthy. Orthodox members of major religions consider them literally untouchable.
Yet this taboo - as a subject AND as a process - is an essential part of human reproduction. If your mother had never menstruated, YOU WOULD NOT BE HERE!
Yes, now I am shouting and talking about your mother.
Women through the ages have greeted the arrival their monthly bleeding with glee if they did not want a baby, or tears if they were longing for a child. This part of the cycle of human reproduction often comes with quite a lot of pain. Certainly with inconvenience and discomfort.
Now for some good news. This nice story about menstruation began when I met my friend Sarah Lesiamito, a Samburu-Maasai teacher, working in a remote part of Northern Kenya. She has mounted a singled-handed effort to save the girls in her tribe, especially her students, from circumcision and forced early marriage. To do this, she needs to keep the girls in school.
Moved by her devotion to her goal, I wanted to do what I could to help her. I asked her what she needed for her girls. I thought she would say books, or school supplies. I had thoughts of shipping her pens and notebooks. Her immediate answer was, "Sanitary napkins."
While I was recuperating from my surprise at her answer, she explained that the girls in her school have no way of dealing with their monthly flow. During those days, they find it impossible to go to school. So they stay home. This means that they miss a week of school out of every four. Eventually, without 25% of the instruction that the male students are getting, many of them fall behind, become discouraged, and drop out. At which point, they have no other life choice but to submit to circumcision and being sold, in exchange for goats and cows, into marriage to a man who is likely at least three times their age.
I promised Sarah I would find a way to supply what the girls need to have life of their own.
Again, being the cockeyed optimist that I am, I found the solution to be more difficult than I imagined. My first approach - begging the supplies from an American manufacturer and sending them to Sarah - turned out to be undoable. There would be import taxes and customs complications.
We needed a local supply, and best of all, a reusable solution.
The path to the answer went this way:
Tony Sargent, friend in NYC, a real estate agent, had introduced me to a FaceBook friend whom he had never met who lived in Nairobi: Lydia Halliday. There, Lydia had introduced me to her friend Jessica Ramey, who works as a consultant in the fashion industry. Months later, when Jessica heard about the plight of the Samburu school girls, she said one of her clients might know of an answer. She introduced me to a woman in New York, who works for one of her client companies. That woman put me in touch with Charlotte Horler who works for SOKO, a cooperative of women seamstresses, who sew clothing in Nairobi. They make reusable sanitary napkins from the scraps left after producing all-cotton women's clothing.
Study hard, girls!
And thank you to all the kind hearts and informed minds that got us to success.
The journey took a village, but we arrived.
