Location: Tembisa, City of Tshwane
Tembisa Pad Drive on Facebook
tembisapaddrive on Instagram
The Tembisa Pad Drive collects pads to give to underprivileged girls while also sharing education on health wellness specific to bleed week. Lebogang and Boitumelo took it upon themselves to do what the government isn’t – to award young girls their right to go through their period with dignity – by giving them free pads.
“…no one must regret being born female.”
Twice a year, the Tembisa Pad Drive hosts young girls in the community for a discussion on challenges faced by the girl-child to offer them advice and motivation to strive for a better future for themselves. The objectives are simple, among others they want to:
- Help young girls improve their self-concept
- Educate them on the importance of self-care
- Give the girls comprehensive sex education
You know the saying, “No good deed goes unpunished.” I wouldn’t say they are punished per se, but they have challenges. They don’t have enough pads, they can’t travel as far and as often as they would like to and they don’t have a consistent list of donors. Thus, your help would be greatly appreciated!
Contact them via these details and give some pads, money or more pads and more money.
073 607 8885 / 071 035 0346
Drop off points (Please don’t show up unannounced)
- 894/30 Mashemong section, Dorado Street, Tembisa,1632 (Next to Tembisa station)
- Unit 0308 Myer’s Place, 72 Trevenna, Robert Sobukwe Street, Sunnyside, 0002 (Next to DTI)
Location: University of Cape Town Lower Campus, Cape Town
The Red Wings Project: Cape Town
The Red Wings Project is run by students who aim to use their knowledge, experience, skills and privilege to benefit young individuals in a meaningful way. The project aims to create a sustainable future for young individuals in the Cape Peninsula, who are gifted but disempowered through poverty.
Our aim is to promote dignity and combat absenteeism.
The Red Wings Project Cape Town aims to assist school learners in disadvantaged communities by:
- Instilling self-worth and self-love
- Guiding learners through puberty and menstruation
- And by collecting and providing free sanitary care
The Red Wings Project launch at Matthew Goniwe High School
“We aren’t merely a pad drive, we are a sisterhood programme. On our monthly visit, we host workshops where we discuss topics such as menstruation and puberty, post-matric options, gender and sex, to name a few. We aim to bridge the gap in whatever way we can between ourselves and the school learners we are working with. The schools which we are working with are Langa High School and Mathew Goniwe High School, where we are providing sanitary pads for approximately 1100 young females.”
Recently someone who raped me came up as a suggested connection on my LinkedIn profile and I was very upset by that. But the anger/annoyance/whatever-that-feeling-was-that-I’ve-been-avoiding-all-my-(post rape)-life was quickly replaced by confusion.
Am I a victim?
As far as I [was] concerned, I was a victim during the rape. Right? Aren’t we all victims of a crime for the duration of said crime, and after that we go back to being who we [are] because the crime is over and we shouldn’t hold onto to it as though the crime inflicted upon us is the end of life as we know it. Isn’t that how it happens?
Shouldn’t I become a survivor now?
To come back (from hell) stronger. To be like society (all of you), unbothered by what has happened – move and get over it. To tell myself everyday that shit happens and not wonder about how I might have been different had that man not fucked me against my will? I mean, other things could’ve happened to create the person I am today, right? Why should I be holding on to some rape situation like that’s the defining moment of my life?
I don’t identify with either of these labels. I don’t.
I didn’t lose to a rapist because for that moment all my autonomy was gone, my humanity disregarded, my existence nothing but a tool. I didn’t lose, I’m not a loser and he has not defeated me.
And I sure as hell am not moving on like it’s something to simply just “get over”.
It’s okay to be hurt and traumatised and angry and not let it go.
I’ll never not be angry, and sad. I refuse to feel weak even though that’s what happened – I was weak, I couldn’t protect myself.
Maybe someone else feels like this and we can make it normal to be neither victim nor survivor. To be angry black women who want to #KillAllMen.
Earlier this year I was sitting in the depths of my dark whole of self-pity (you can read about it here: The Year 2014) because I had failed to do what other people expected of me. It was a sad, sad time. I began to doubt my ability to impress and please other people – to hell with figuring out what I want, the people must be impressed. I had decided to shut down my brain and sit at home, emotionally eating (& thus, abandoning my quest toward a sexy beach body) and rotting my brain with nonsensical television programs.
It was after several conversations with my mentor and my genius friends (I was surprised that they could give such sound advice [sorry girls]) that I realized that I must begin the journey to discovering my purpose. That I should be working hard to impress Self.
To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others -Albert Camus
TO HELL WITH OTHER PEOPLE
Not that I want them to actually go to hell. Just that, they should suffer their own hell and I will leave myself out of it. I want to say what happened next is a coincidence but my reading about the occult world suggests that we use the word “coincidence” to express doubt in the ability of the Universe to answer our prayers. So, UN-coincidentally, the Universe, being the loving mother she is, sent to me a vessel (ok, it was a person. But vessel makes this journey sound deep & all) who would award me an opportunity to try something I want to, on my own terms.
I followed the sign, how rude it would be to reject this gift from the Infinite Intelligence which exists beyond my comprehension. She would be disgusted to see me doubt her and would probably leave me to suffer at my own hand, to die before my body is left to the maggots 6ft under us.
I leave you with the wise words of Katherine Hepburn:
If you always do what interests you, at least one person is pleased.