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THE NIGHT CALLED
The fever held fast to him
It hugged my little brother
Like a hemiparasite.
Mama wept over his heaving chest
Her only son, her treasure chest
The only voice we had in my father’s house.
She motioned me over,
‘My daughter run to Rashid the chemist.
Beg, don’t return without medicine’
The sun had gone to sleep
The moon reigned high above her time allotted kingdom.
Rashid smiled at me through rotted teeth
‘Come, a white man has the medicine
I have none here, come and beg him’
I followed timidly past questionable men
He walked into a seedy, run down motel,
The one where the ruined women stalked.
He held my arm, dragging me into its narrow hallway
He showed me the door, I shook my head; I would not go in.
I knew a ten year old had no business braving a motel room alone.
‘Rashid? Is that you? Do we have a new package?’
The door opened, Rashid shoved me in
I turned to run, run past Rashid
I felt the violent yank on my hair
Dragging hard till my head hit the floor with a resounding crack
My vision blurred
Clearing to a scaring scene
He pulled down his trousers
Rashid followed suit, along with three other men in the room
I screamed, but was cut off with a blow
Punches to my face, kicks to my ribs
I struggled with all my strength
I struggled till I could no longer move, think or breathe.
She’d forgotten how to smile
She looked into the mirror
Urging her muscles to remember the pattern
Her fingers edged her cheeks upward
Tracing the outline of what she sought.
She clawed into the depths of her soul
Into the darkness that plagued her
She searched for a marble
A sparkle of joy and light
They had put her down,
Stripped her of her purity
Chartered her like an object
Sold her to the highest bidder
Her identity lost in more ways than one.
She’d survived, she’d escaped.
A new identity, a brave voice
Fighting for the voiceless
Protecting the innocent
Past the hate, anger and nightmares
Building on precious lost years
Healing from within
Telling the world her story
Learning about love and happiness
Walking out in freedom
Embracing life as the sun caresses her face
Like a dead seed sprouting to life,
She is gradually moving past her horror
Learning to find her smile again
Sitting in my bedroom, listening to my flatmate boom music from downstairs, I like the melody, seeping into my being, relaxing my mind to the point I don’t want to do anything.
Facing my system, with an assignment awaiting completion glaring at me. The task seems daunting, so I log onto my wordpress account and pen out a blog.
CHANGE It was a day like any other; I woke up from the cries of the baby. She was turning four months old today, my little Anne. Whilst trying to rouse myself fully from sleep, my husband grunted to show … Continue reading