MY STORY

I don't know where to start

Because this is not an act

But unforgivable fact

 

NO!NO!This is not me

I can't really accept myself

Because am not me

 

My dignity is ruined;

Shattered and bruised;No love in me

But hatred as i remember.

The incidence,the two cannibals

Who tore me into pieces

 

They took what i treasure;

With great  measure;

And with great pressure;

Leaving laughing with pleasure

As though it was their leisure

 

Ouch!Stop this,

Yell from the bush

And with ambush;I admitted

Leaving me in the pool of blood,

Leaving me pale,

Waiting for rescue

 

This is not an imagination,

And not a magnification

But an intimidation

And a sexual molestation

 

I was left ripe

With much guilt

For that was not my wish to lose it

At a tender age of 12 years

That's not the first time

But the sixth time

It's part of an addiction to me

 

At first was my father.

This brutal father i treasured to be God given dad

Second time was my cousin

Third was my desk mate

Fourth my uncle

Fifth was a matatu conductor

Sixth are these cannibals

 

Why always me and not the rest?

Why me the girl child?

After hospitalization,i was found anaemic

After losing too much blood

 

On my second test am diseased

With two dangerous diseases

HIV/AIDS and GONNORHEA

Why always me the girl child?

 

Am just waiting for a celebration

My burial celebration

Am looking at the coffin,

Watchinng the soil running deep

Flowers growing bright

Because all that will be used on that day

 

Don't cry or symphathize

You should cry for your children

And for the next generation

For me,fate has assured me only 12 yrs

OH!Fire!Fire!Burning in my spirit

Deep in my soul

 

Let me chant a prayer

So that i may go to heaven

With much restness

Let me say my farewell wishes

PLEASE THIS GENERATION

TAKE CARE OF THE GIRL CHILD

 

 

SYNOPSIS

The narrator is a victim of series of rapes by the very people she outght to trust.She is a victim of sexual abuse and she never get justice since the most of her rapists are the very people who should have protected her

She is painfully confused......she doesnt understand understand why she is the target of these ruthless cannibals "WHY ME...."a question she may never get a satisfying answer.

She imagines her father whom she thought to be a God sent gift turns a cannibal.....destroying the life brought with her mother....a man who is not satisfied with his wife and goes to the daughter.....licensed other rapists for he breaks her virginity and takes away her treasure.

She says "It was not my wish"<for the society tends to blame the victim.She wanted to remain a victim but the desire to remain pure was shatter.

She feels so down and has lost self esteem just waiting for her death.

TAKE CARE OF THE GIRL CHILD and NOT ADVANTAGE OF THE GIRL CHILD

 

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Patriciah kombo

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