It all happened when my mummy died in early 2002, it was lonely in my cold room and the darkness of mind overshadowed my visions, the light in my room was switched on but I could see nothing because the real light of my life just passed on, my mother; my love. How it all happened is what I am yet to understand, for all that was brought to me as news was departure of my mummy in her red garment.
This was the memory I was trying to fight when I heard a knock on the door, I put off the light to symbolize that I slept but unknown to me a man has entered on his own accord, he started telling me stories I never asked for and unwanted gestures that made me uncomfortable. The room was too dark, I could hardly see his face, he touched my thigh and I was surprised at such an action from a stranger I never knew. I couldn’t shout because in a twinkle of an eye, his lips were now on mine as he forced my hands down.
All I heard afterwards was the sound of my tearing garment and I could feel a piercing within my thighs, after much struggles, I put on the light, but alas! He was gone. A stranger has done evil and covered himself with darkness. Then, I was filled with more sorrows; the death of my mother and my virginity stolen by an unknown stranger.
I thought of it to put an end to life; I almost gave up so that my pains can go and my anguish can mix with the air, since the grave will be my new abode and my bones will be scattered in the dust, but I felt a new courage to move on, a strange confidence that said “let today be among the days you assume never assist and always let tomorrow be a day for your pursuit.”
I am a lady without name, I have let my past gone and I am a new soul today, a new one that count her past as story and today as achievement.