Breaking the Silence: Combating Period Poverty and Sexual Exploitation in Kenyan Schools

Breaking the Silence: Combating Period Poverty and Sexual Exploitation in Kenyan Schools

This year, my mission is clear: Riding for Impact. As a motorcycle adventure rider traversing Kenya’s diverse landscapes, my work focuses on three critical areas that demand our attention:

  • Education – Amplifying the stories of children and the challenges they face in Kenyan schools
  • Health – Advocating for better access to menstrual hygiene products and healthcare in underserved communities
  • Cultural Preservation – Documenting the traditions, struggles, and resilience of different Kenyan communities

Through my rides, I venture into the unseen and unheard corners of Kenya, immersing myself in diverse cultures and using my platform to spark critical conversations that shape our communities and country.

The Hidden Crisis in Dagoretti: When Children Speak Truth

My journey recently took me to Dagoretti in Nairobi County, where what I expected to be a simple school visit transformed into a moment of profound revelation.

A young girl stood up, her voice barely above a whisper yet carrying the weight of something deeply painful. She spoke of fear—fear in her own home. Before I could fully absorb her words, another student responded, revealing just how deeply ingrained misconceptions and silence are in Kenyan society.

Later that day, I listened to a group of boys share their own struggles—feelings of confusion and embarrassment about their natural bodily changes, experiences they felt they couldn’t discuss without shame. These were the authentic voices of Kenyan children, their struggles, their realities. And yet, as a society, we often look away, leaving them to navigate these challenges alone.

This moment was a stark reminder of why we must act.

Menstrual Mental Voice: Creating Safe Spaces for Kenyan Youth

Last year, together with Street Talent Africa, we launched Menstrual Mental Voice, a project dedicated to creating safe spaces for students to have honest conversations about their physical, mental, and emotional well-being. We started with six schools in Dagoretti, but this is only the beginning.

Our mission will culminate in a mega event on May 28, 2025, bringing together students, school leaders, religious and community elders, political figures, and key government ministries to address the pressing issues affecting young people in Kenyan schools.

Sex for Pads: The Harrowing Reality of Period Poverty in Kenya

In these conversations, one story kept surfacing—a silent crisis unfolding in many Kenyan neighborhoods. A crisis where young girls, some as young as 12, are forced to trade their bodies for something as basic as sanitary pads.

For these girls, menstruation is not just a biological process; it is a source of shame, fear, and exploitation. When parents cannot afford to buy pads—whether due to poverty, ignorance, absenteeism, or addiction—the girls are left to find their own solutions. In some homes, the choice between food and sanitary products is a painful one, and food often wins. But menstruation does not pause for poverty.

Desperate and without options, these girls turn to anyone willing to “help.” Sometimes, it’s a “friend,” a man in his 30s or older, who takes advantage of their vulnerability. Other times, it’s a boda boda rider, a neighbor, a caretaker, or even a boyfriend. The exchange is rarely innocent—it comes at a devastating price. The men who “help” often mock them, saying:

“Wacha nikusaidie na 9 months hautakuwa na periods.” (Let me help you, and for nine months, you won’t have periods.)

The cruelty in those words is a stark reminder of the power imbalance at play in Kenya’s period poverty crisis.

These tragic transactions happen in the most degrading of settings—inside shared toilets, in bushes, in men’s houses. The psychological and emotional toll on these Kenyan girls is unimaginable. They are forced to sacrifice their dignity and safety just to manage a natural bodily function.

Beyond Pads: Addressing the Root Causes of Period Poverty in Kenya

The repercussions are devastating. Teenage pregnancies are on the rise in Kenya, trapping young girls in a cycle of poverty and dependency. Many of these young mothers must now juggle school, survival, and childcare, often using unhygienic alternatives like mattress sponges as makeshift pads. The trauma of their experiences lingers, shaping their futures in ways that are difficult to undo.

But amidst this grim reality, there is hope. Community-led initiatives across Kenya are stepping up to tackle this crisis head-on:

  • Pad Banks – Collection points where anyone can donate sanitary pads for Kenyan schoolgirls
  • Community Conversations – Engaging parents, teachers, and local leaders to break the stigma surrounding menstruation
  • Policy Advocacy – Pushing for better implementation of Kenya’s free sanitary pad distribution program in schools

While the Kenyan government has allocated a budget for free sanitary pads in public schools, implementation remains inconsistent. The gap between policy and reality is a chasm swallowing the futures of young Kenyan girls.

Join the Movement: Riding for Impact Against Period Poverty

As members of Kenyan society, we must ask ourselves: What role do we play in this crisis? Providing pads is not enough. We must address the root causes of period poverty—poverty itself, ignorance, and systemic neglect. We must create a world where no Kenyan girl has to choose between her dignity and her survival.

How You Can Help Fight Period Poverty in Kenya

  1. Donate Supplies: Support our pad banks by donating menstrual products or funds
  2. Raise Awareness: Share these stories and break the silence around menstruation
  3. Advocate for Change: Hold local leaders accountable for implementing existing policies
  4. Volunteer: Join our community conversations and school programs
  5. Partner With Us: Organizations can collaborate on larger initiatives

This is why I ride. This is why I tell these stories. Because change begins with awareness. Change begins with us.

If we truly care about Kenya’s future, we must break the silence around period poverty. We must talk. We must listen. We must act.

Join me on this journey. Let’s ride for impact against period poverty in Kenya.

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Motorcycle Ambulance Female Rider in Kajiado: Nurse Nelly Kemboi, a Champion for Maternal Health

On my motorcycle journey in 2023 , I had the pleasure of meeting Nurse Nelly Kemboi ofs Samuli Dispensary in Samuli Village, Kajiado East – Kajiado County. Her story! nothing short of extraordinary.

Nelly, 32 years old then, was the only healthcare worker at the dispensary, singlehandedly providing medical services to the entire community. She is a nurse, a clinician, a midwife, a lab technician, a pharmacist, and even the cleaner. On top of all this, she is also a motorcycle ambulance rider, navigating rough terrain to save expectant mothers in need of urgent care.

Riding to Save Lives: The Motorcycle Ambulance That Changes Everything

What struck me the most was Nelly’s dedication to maternal health. She operates a TVS motorcycle ambulance with an attached Eezer ambulance wagon, she ferries pregnant women,expectant mothers from the remote village to the dispensary in time for safe deliveries.

Eezer, a life-changing initiative, designs motorcycle ambulances to combat maternal mortality in rural Africa. So far, Eezer has deployed 25 ambulance wagons in Kenya and other African countries, with a vision of reaching 3,000 by 2030. These ambulances have already saved countless lives, reducing maternal deaths to zero in some areas like Turkana South.

A Vision for the Future

Despite her relentless efforts, Nelly faces major challenges , there is a shortage of medical supplies, nurses, and lab technicians at the dispensary. Yet, she remains hopeful and dreams of advancing her skills in paediatric nursing, midwifery, and reproductive health to provide even better care for mothers and children.

Celebrating a True Heroine This International Women’s Day

As we celebrate International Women’s Day 2025 under the theme “Accelerate Action,” Nelly’s story is a powerful reminder of what real action looks like. She is not just delivering healthcare she is delivering hope.

How You Can Support Nurse Nelly and Eezer’s Mission

Visit Eezer’s website to learn how their motorcycle ambulance program is saving lives and how you can support.

Help ensure Nelly has the medical resources she needs. If you can contribute towards medical equipment, training, or additional staff, let’s make it happen!

Share Nelly’s story to raise awareness about the incredible impact of motorcycle ambulances in rural Kenya.

Through my rides, I encounter heroes like Nelly, whose dedication changes lives. Would you ride along on this journey for change? Let’s ensure more mothers and children in Kajiado get the care they deserve!

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Chak a Chaka ~ Luo for ‘Just Start’

One cold night at 1 AM, I was thrown out of the place I had called home , not rented,bought . As if the pain of losing everything wasn’t enough, the final words hurled at me were: “You are the devil incarnate.” But I can guarantee you,I am not.

I walked away with no money, no home, just my riding gear, fuel in my Zontes 250V, and a storm raging inside me. Depression had been my unwanted companion for three years. I had been receiving counselling from Amani Counselling Centre and psychiatric support from Dr. Okonji at Nairobi Hospital. They say, “Don’t ride when on certain meds,” but my bike and God were my lifelines. If I lost either, I would die. Not being melodramatic , just raw, unfiltered truth.

So, I rode. All night. No destination, no plan, just me, the road, and my thoughts. When morning came, I pulled over on Peponi Road, trying to think. But my mind was blank. I fired up the engine and rode towards Lower Kabete.

At Spring Valley, the familiar sight of traffic policemen signalled a stop. One of them grabbed my keys, “Madam, weka pikipiki kando.” I froze. Then, without warning, I let out a scream inside my helmet, breaking down uncontrollably. If you have never ridden with a broken heart, are you even a rider?

The officer, sensing something was terribly wrong, held onto my bike and refused to give me back the keys. He asked me to sit by the roadside to breathe. And then he did something unexpected – he listened. I don’t know if he fully understood my pain, but when I finished speaking, he looked at me and said, “Simama. Start.”

That moment, those words , they lit a tiny spark in me. I walked into a random agent’s office, desperate and exhausted. A man named Enoch listened, really listened. And instead of turning me away, he gave me a house and time to raise the deposit and rent.The lady owner gave me a bed from her house,asked some men to help me fix it in one of the rooms, and gave me beddings and a bedsheet to hang over the window. Yes, I got back to renting..siggghh!

That was my second chance.

And here I am, in 2025 , healthy, happy, and living a life I never thought I would reclaim. It took being forged in fire to decide to change my life.

So, if you see me riding, let me be. I have fought demons. I vowed never to fight again. If you see me embracing people, fighting for unheard voices, it’s because I hit rock bottom and when I did, I found out it had a basement and I know what it means to struggle physically, mentally, emotionally, financially. I also know what it means to sew back your heart thread by thread and realize that some bits are not meant to heal perfectly.

I’ll tell this story slowly, in bits. Maybe it will encourage someone. But for now, this Tuesday morning, I ask you ,come up for air, breathe – just start. Chak a Chaka.

             ~ Kagwiria Murungi ✍️ ~

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