Yesterday was World Menstrual Health Day. Growing up, I knew next to nothing about menstruation. Thanks to primary school education, I knew technically that if a girl does not get pregnant, well, something happens in her uterus and blood comes out. I also knew that as a member of the male species, this was a matter that I should not concern myself with as it was a private matter among women, spoken about far away from the ears of men and boys.
“It’s a cultural thing,” I was made to understand. “Men do not concern themselves with the affairs of women.” All I needed to understand was that I should not make her pregnant until we were married. That was it.