III. Apwoyo Matek

By the end of the week, I had worked closely with over 50 girls and provided kits to make reusable pads to over 200 more. They had shared the most intimate part of their lives with me and I could only empathize with a fraction of their struggle.

II. The Freedom to Choose

As our bus approached the school every morning, we were greeted by a crowd of kids bouncing with excitement, shouting ‘mono’ or ‘mzungu’ with big smiles on their faces. It wasn’t long before we figured out that this meant ‘white person’ in Swahili. The first person to step off the bus was usually tackled with…

I. Namaganda

I have delayed writing this blog post for the past two weeks, diverting my energy instead into packing up five years of life in Los Angeles and at USC, and saying goodbye to friends and professors before I embark upon my next adventure. In all honesty though, my reasons for delaying this blog post have…