( This short observation was written by my dynamic, amazing, talented pen-pal, Mercy Adhiambo. She sends me her personal journals with several remarkable stories about her adventures in journalism, life, love, and insights about Kenya. I particularly appreciated and loved this one! She was about 20 years old when she wrote it.)
~I was doing a science story. I arrived at the location about 10:00 AM and she was in her office; studying and writing whatever on a piece of paper.
She was a top scientist in East Africa. The most slippery source a journalist can chase.
She sipped tea and adjusted her cat-like glasses when I walked in. It was intimidating. She was intimidating.
On the wall of her study was the biggest painting of a vagina standing out in all its glory.
(((G A S P)))
It was blown up, stretched out, & dominating the white canvas it was painted on.
I avoided staring at it, pretended I didn’t notice it.
She perceived my anxiety, how uncomfortable I was, then she smiled and said, “It’s mine.”
I casted another glance at the giant vagina and frowned.
“Yes, the vagina is a beautiful organ.” She sat up straighter in her plush blue chair. “It is us who taint it, cut it, shame it, abuse it, and stitch back up.”
We Africans are corrupted.” She said.
My gaze remained on my soiled black shoes while she talked. It all seemed so personal- especially for an African to talk that openly.
Anytime I see her now on the news or television interviews quoting science stuff, demystifying science, I smile and think, “ WOW, maybe she is the most courageous woman I’ve ever met in my life, or maybe she’s just downright crazy.
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