Laying the pus-covered pad on the desk in front of him, he gave up his secret. He reached into his pocket and pulled out an old sanitary pad. The man then murmured cryptically: 'It happened to me.' Owiny frowned.
I'm sure there's something he's keeping from me.' 'My husband can't have sex,' she complained. A female client was having marital difficulties. This particular case, though, was a puzzle. For four years Eunice Owiny had been employed by Makerere University's Refugee Law Project (RLP) to help displaced people from all over Africa work through their traumas. This is just what happened on an ordinary afternoon in the office of a kind and careful counsellor in Kampala, Uganda. Yet every now and then someone gathers the courage to tell of it.
Governments, aid agencies and human rights defenders at the UN barely acknowledge its possibility.
It is usually denied by the perpetrator and his victim. O f all the secrets of war, there is one that is so well kept that it exists mostly as a rumour.
