I remember vividly the first day I started my menstruation.
I was home with my brother and a friend of his when I felt the moisture in between my thighs as if something was trickling down very slowly yet managed to stop just between the lines of my pants and the hairs of my pubic part. It was strange yet similar to the usual release of mucus which had started about a month before.
In frustration, I had dragged my lazy self away from the sitting room where the interesting gist was going on and went to the toilet to take a shower, pee or maybe poo.
Anything to ease my self of the discomfort.
I undressed, pulled down my panties and I almost yelled in disbelief, surprise and definitely disgust at the sight before me. My pant was soaked with thick black blood and also had thick clots like red jellies or chewing gum. I pulled off the pant and threw it in the dustbin immediately then wiped my 'area' with a tissue. The tissue came out with a lighter shade of red and I remembered my integrated science classes about puberty and tossed the tissue angrily into the dustbin.
I hated puberty immediately. Most of my friends hadn't started yet and I began to worry that would stare at me like a freak when I excused myself to the toilet holding a black nylon like the seniors did or when I would have to ask them to help me 'check' like my sister, @bumzie_shawty always did.
The blood was irritating and I took a shower then put on another pant, when that one got soaked, I tossed it in the dustbin again. I soon ran out of pants and when mum found out I had thrown them away even after she had thought me how to place a sanitary pad on the pant, she was furious but she taught me how to clean up the blood properly.
It's a very irritating procedure, come see. It's been six years but I still get goosebumps when I put my blood soaked panties in buckets and fill it with water which would become red and bloody immediately they get in contact with the stained cotton. My hands would beg for mercy when I dip them into the ritual and squeeze my pants out of them as my fingers become red and the jelly clotted blood glued to my finger nails. Its a struggle to eat swallows on days like this.
The washing isn't the only disadvantage of this stage of puberty, the period pains is the cruelty. I would feel my ribs below my waist line and my intestines at my anus preparing to be pushed out. My legs would weigh a thousand pounds and my head would spin like an epileptic.
I won't talk about the embarrassing days like getting stained while on white jeans, or back in secondary school while leading the assembly.
But every time I am on my period, I remember that night when my mom came home and I smile against the pain in my abdomen. I couldn't hide the smile that glued to my face as i welcomed her in with a hug.
Like a true mother, she didn't ask why I was blushing so much, nor did she wonder why i was glowing with excitement. she just pulled me close, hugged me and said
"My Little daughter is now a woman"
http://frozenfirenaija..com.ng

Interesting one hey

una dey try

Irritating.

Are you still posting those ig diaries?

stred:
Are you still posting those ig diaries?

yea, check dem here
http://frozenfirenaija..com.ng

firstking01:
Irritating.

ewwwww

frozenfirenaija:
ewwwww

I hate the sight of that shit.

so?, what are we 2 learn 4rm dis?