Reflections on Female Circumcision

I heard stories about female circumcision in Africa from Clair Good in my training in Harrisburg. I never thought I would encounter it and have to figure out my feelings on it. But here I am in Africa, face to face with it and I’m still trying to wrap my mind around the harsh reality of it.

Growing up in my safe, countryside home in a Western culture, I was taught from a very young age what to protect as private. I knew my mom was protecting me by telling me these things. In Africa when a girl is between the age of 6 and 12 it is time to be ushered into the family with a huge ceremony that the entire community is involved in. Her mother takes her the bush (forest) where the men have constructed a fenced in area. All the other girls her age are there too, along with older girls, young women and the elders. There is loud drumming, clapping, singing and chanting going on, it’s a day of celebration! Oh but not for the little girl, soon she is taken and being held down, one of the women (hopefully one with knowledge of medical practice) is cutting her insides out. The people in her life that she thought she could trust the most, her mother, sisters, grandmother did this to her. For three weeks she’s forced to stay in the bush with no bath. The older women teach her all she will need to know about life. Each night she is carried on someone’s back (piggy-back style) and walked across the village to another house to sleep. There are men dressed in big, fluffy, orange costumes carrying machetes (called the kankorang) who patrol the area and lead the procession between the bush and the house. They are there to ward off any witches and evil spirits that may come to harm the girls during this vulnerable time. The rest of the village must be in their houses from 7pm to 7am or the kankorang will come and get you. Throughout the night the kankorangs will patrol the village and come bang on doors or anything else in the compound. Some people say they’ve seen him fly or jump from the ground to the roof of buildings. At the end of the three weeks there is another huge celebration. The girl is now an accepted member of society. Of course the girl is happy and excited, she survived bush school, she has a role now. She has no idea of the pain and struggle she may have to deal with in years to come.

I hope that someday this village will have other ways to celebrate a child's coming of age. I pray that girls will not have to suffer through this.