UKM ORGANICS

Growing up in eNdabazensangu, I watched the women around me carry their pain in silence. The changes in their bodies. The shame around intimacy. The wisdom that lived in their hands and their hearts.

I went back to the gogos — the women of my village — and asked what they used. The herbs. The roots. The teas. Then I took that wisdom into the modern world. I worked with formulators, tested, refused shortcuts — until our women said, "Zimdollar, this is the one."