Vagina Monologues, I dare say!
A few years back a play dubbed “The Vagina Monologues” was scheduled to be staged in one of the theatres of Kampala. The moment the originators of this idea started promoting their thing on the FM stations of this dusty town, hell broke loose. There were people who did not want the play to be staged because it was some form of lewdness unaccustomed to African societies while others just hated it because of the word ‘Vagina’ in its title. ‘These days I have had to stop listening to the radio, because the word vagina is over used’ and ‘what are we teaching our kids, that it is okay to say Vagina whenever you want?’ were statements I heard a number of times as the debate raged on. In no time, one or two cabinet ministers had jumped into the fray and things were getting hotter unnecessarily, I thought. Thankfully for the promoters, the play had now got all the publicity they wanted and some neutrals like me where now seriously considering taking that heavily pot-holed road towards Ntin...