Written by Rose I loved Wednesday lessons.Every Wednesday, Pilawo ( brown rice) was offered for lunch at my high school. After days of posho, I looked forward to this delicacy. Immediately, I heard the sound of the bell. I stood up and my light blue uniform was wet and stained. Questions ran through my mind. Did I sit in tomato sauce? Have I been bewitched? I had no idea what was happening. A fellow girl, immediately noticed and quickly came to my aid with a sweater to tie around my waist. Another girl was noticed my dilemma and told me to have ”bread” which was another term for sanitary type napkins. She explained this was a private issue. One year after my menstrual cycle began, I still did not understand what was happening in my body. I started to have pains on the first day of my period and crawled to the school matron’s door. My matron is my mother at school and she comforted me. She told me the pain would cease when I give birth to a child. I started to look forward to having a child. …Image may be NSFW.
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