11/08/2021
Monday marked a significant day for my country. It was a day of remembrance of a few brave women who marched courageously, in pursuit of their right to freedom of movement.
65 years later, an anonymous woman walks into a chemist to purchase a contraceptive known as the “morning after” pill. She is assisted by a male pharmacist who informs her that she will need to answer a few questions in order to purchase her pills. Slightly baffled, the woman agrees. The pharmacist then proceeds to ask her intimate questions, such as, “When last did you have unprotected s*x?” And, “What was the date of your last menstruation?” The pharmacist busily punches the woman’s response onto the keyboard. Her latest s*x history now stored in a Central Processing Unit, as if it were some random insignificant data.
The woman tries to maintain an air of dignity whilst answering the pharmacist who appears to be taking delight in his role as interrogator.
The chemist is bustling with the hum drum of people purchasing their goods. The woman glances about and in an almost inaudible voice answers her interrogator. He bemusedly remarks that she still has a few hours to “make use of”.
The woman squirms and silently prays that this humiliating experience comes to an end shortly. The interrogator is looking at her impatiently now. “Your ID number” , he repeats. The woman musters up the courage to ask if it’s really necessary. “Yes, your I.D number please.”
The woman, desperate to make her purchase, relents and gives her interrogator her ID number. Feeling defeated, humiliated and ashamed, she receives her pills and shuffles towards the exit.
*This post was written for a woman who is unable to speak out. My words are rendered useless in describing her torment. Nonetheless, I wanted to give her story a voice (with her permission) and perhaps shed light on the unjust ways in which women are still being treated.