You might think of the village as friendly and supportive, with a wholesome, slower pace of life. The village offers an appealing contrast to the city, which might be more exciting but can also be a place of loneliness where everyone is a stranger and the hurry up-and-go lifestyle often leads to stress and anxiety. Perhaps you even dream of retiring to the village later in life. Someone anonymous would always say, ‘When I retire, I shall be deep, deep in the village”. And we’d laugh. We associated their excitement to spend their retirement days in the village with the fact that they were never there for the better part of their lives. They’ve spent many years studying and working abroad. So, we understand them. Don’t get me wrong, I love the village a lot. While some of the small-town stereotypes can be true, there exists the village underbelly too. Us Nairobians (P.S that’s the name I go by at home, Nairobian) we might take impromptu trips to the village, and eat all the githeri and guavas we can find. Literally, all fruits grow in the village. So, I would say that anyone who’s looking to go on a healthy eating lifestyle should just relocate to the village, once and for all. Forgive my lame jokes. In the village, we can just live a carefree life. Similarly, people can also feel trapped with little to no way out; they often long for anonymity.
Consider ‘Quinny’, a teenage girl, living in the village and studying at a small local day-school. She is experiencing life and going through life just like any other adolescent growing up anywhere. Quinny’s grandmother who lives with her does not understand why Quinny has suddenly changed. She likes boys more and her company is becoming a little ungovernable. “You will fall pregnant.” She tells her, “these boys following you around only want one thing from you…just sex.”
Quinny struggles with her thoughts and thinks of finding a ‘mother-figure’ to talk to but the nearest is her friend who is one class ahead of her in school and is also probably three years older than her. Not only is she scared and worried that the friend doesn’t know better to be a mother figure to her (the friend also struggles with the same issues as Quinny), she’s also embarrassed that people will know her business. Like so many adolescents who never had anybody to talk to about life, Quinny ends up suffering in silence and secretly trying to figure out life on her own.
Quinny’s story reflects the distinct psychological challenges confronting most adolescents, who live in the village, unexposed and enclosed. Topics such as sex, periods, body changes, and boys – no one tackles openly. Besides, what’s learned in school, I’m not sure anybody sits the girls, or boys down, back at home, and talks to them more about such topics. There is a profound shame that still exists about teenage pregnancy and even periods. No one talks openly about these topics, in some families.
The issue of period stigma and shame is especially heightened in a rural setting. For someone like Quinny, she is just advised against having sex, but no one teaches her how to protect herself. She’s left to figure out life, provided she doesn’t fall pregnant along the way. The reality is Quinny might be worried about so many things, and sex is probably the least of them.
I have seen teenagers who have decided that they are going to run away from home the moment they find out they are pregnant because they didn’t want their parents/guardians to think they were a disgrace. These are some of the concerns that demonstrate the struggles of a girl child growing up in the village with no one to do life with. Given the circumstances that Quinny is living in, village life might not be conducive for her maturity as a young woman.
Indeed, lack of proper care for teenagers who have no one to talk to about certain issues might help explain why most teenage pregnancies have been reported in the rural areas as opposed to urban areas, and also why the teenage girl growing up in the village may need special attention and care from their caregivers.
That is if any such privilege is available – in many households in the village, it simply isn’t there. For Quinny’s case, for example, she doesn’t have that. Instead of having someone to look up to, Quinny finds herself frequently figuring life by herself, literally. Or she tries to make sense of this confusing phase of her life alone.
Quinny’s situation is compounded by a lack of support and guidance from her grandmother and guardian. Obviously, it is next to impossible to enjoy life when all she has playing in her mind are tormenting warnings; ‘Don’t have sex’; ‘You cannot fall pregnant in this home’; ‘Life ends for you when you fall pregnant’…. At that time, her mind is crippled. Throughout her adolescence, Quinny has never enjoyed the luxury of having to talk to someone about this special stage of her life. What effects will this have on her adulthood? Definitely, there will be adverse outcomes.
I feel like female reproductive health and life skills should be a subject on its own in schools. Or maybe it is. Support for disadvantaged adolescents like Quinny is vital.
Thankfully, I have been able to meet Quinny. And our relationship is growing steadily. Given what she’s been through, I completely understand when she can’t trust me with every issue, sometimes. But I’m pitching myself as a figure that is reliable at all times. My goal is to offer Quinny the platform to voice her issues, boldly and unashamed. To encourage her to talk about her issues with me, in real-time.
I take it as my responsibility to expose her and introduce her to a side of life where she’s free and confident to be a young woman. Although it is always dangerous to implore adolescents to explore life, I offer her the opportunity to do just that, because I believe she is capable of being responsible for her own life. I speak to her about birth control options and contraceptives. She needs to be exposed. This is necessary. It is not a taboo.
Like most teenagers growing up in the village with no one to hold them down and guide them, Quinny and all these teenagers deserve a taste of life. Adolescence is not all scary. It is meant to be enjoyed. She will not have to fall pregnant because she knows better – she needs support and knowledge about her body and the options that are available out there. No one deserves to struggle in adolescence. Quinny deserves access to proper knowledge about her body, boys, sex, pregnancy and also, contraceptives, and all the privileges and facilities that an adolescent living in the city is exposed to and can easily access. However, until you and I make it our responsibility to take one or two girls under our wings, teenage pregnancies in the village will stay a reality.