Recently I have been having conversations about how absurd the price of sanitary products is, like literally having your something, which is something you don't choose to have, is a financial set back. Let's also not forget the chocolate, tissues and bits and pieces we invest in when Aunty Flow pays us a visit. We have been discussing why sanitary products aren't as accessible as condoms and how we are extremely privileged to be able to afford them (this isn't an exaggeration there is literally conversation out there about women who have to choose whether to buy sanitary products or bread to feed their children).
As I was scrolling down the timeline a few days ago I came across a post by one of brothers in New Zealand about his trip back to the Zimbabwe and how he is fundraising to provide pads for the sisters in the village he grew up in, Rusape. This is a beautiful and necessary cause, read below for what he had to say about his trip.