I was thirteen when I used the word â€˜vaginaâ€™ for the first time. Not that I was unaware of the word, but I never thought to use it.
â€œWhat is this?â€ he had asked putting his fingers inside.
He continued to probe, his fingers going higher while tears rolled down my cheeks.
â€œSay Vagina!â€ he had said
â€˜Vagina! Vagina!â€™ I had said through my cracked voice, he had laughed, his head extended as he laughed even louder, and for some few minutes I think he forgot we were to whisper.
Day after day, he taught me to use some more words; he would show me the part, tell me what it was called and show me how it was touched.
One day, I came home from school to find Aunty and Mummy crying so hard, there were a few women and men in the house.
â€˜What happened?â€™ I said.
â€œYour uncle is dead!â€ One of the women said.
â€œHe died in his sleepâ€ Aunty replied.
I was confused, I wondered how my uncle, strong and healthy as he was, could just sleep and never wake up.
â€œMy brother! He was such a good man!â€ Mummy screamed â€œTook us in, cared for us! Look at me, I would have been at the mercy of my in-lawsâ€.
Aunty got up to hold me, she held me in a tight hug â€“ lips to my ears, and I think I heard her say â€œNow, youâ€™d be fine!â€
I lifted my head to look at their faces; I think I saw Aunty and Mummy smile.
We began to cry!
I cried because I would miss saying â€˜Vaginaâ€™.
Crossing the line from hating it to wanting it is something you never realize.
â€œPlease! Someone make me say the word â€˜vaginaâ€™â€ I whispered.
Kelia Olughu is a medical doctor. She loves travelling and learning new cultures, carrying out DIY projects and making colorful breakfasts.
She blogs on thoughtsofamedstudent.com, she believes â€˜The Best Things in Life are Written and Readâ€™