Hi guys,
So I'll be starting a series on the stories behind the smiles of the average girl child we presume to be strong, and this is the first story in the series.
The purpose of this series is to draw our attention to the abuse, neglect and shame young girls face in our society today.
I hope it reaches someone out there, who might be going through such, and inspire the courage she needs to deal with her situation.
‘I want you to tell your story’, Jimmy said to her.
‘I’m scared’, she replied.
These sessions were never easy as Jimmy had come to know. True pain laid in every thought, in every word and in every sentence. But the way forward to peace was always through the pain.
‘I know you are’, a supporting Jimmy replied. Time passed as he saw her mustering the courage to begin.
For to begin was the hardest task of it all
Excuses came one after the other as she tried to evade and forget about her past, but she wanted to move forward and only needed someone to truly believe in her and support her.
I don’t know how to begin, she muttered afterwards. Start from the beginning or start from the end, or start in the middle, it will all make sense, it always makes sense afterwards, Jimmy replied.
Okay!!! She replied with confidence and began.
It will get better, the sufferings, the pain, my mum…. It will all get better, it has to. I know I would regret all the things I’ve been doing later in life, but I had to. I did them for a reason and they won’t go in vain. THEY WON’T
It’s tough, it really is.
Growing up I used to love my dad so much. I loved him way way more than the rest of my siblings and my mum and he loved me too. I was the second, but I was his favorite and the most pampered of all. Things were fine at the beginning, there was love in our home. We were all happy, we were at peace.
Then the affairs began, and my dad who was my world became a different person. I didn’t want to believe what was before my eyes, I just couldn’t. I was in denial.
We went from a fulfilled home to a food-free home. There was no money coming from our breadwinner, he was never around for us to even complain about it to. On our lucky days, the days were we saw him, I had to watch my mother fight for us, fight so we would eat, fight so we would have good education, fight so we would look decent, but the little wins from those fights couldn’t change much. We were banished to the ancient ways of feeding, living off wild berries and bush meats hunted down for us by our grandfather.
But as cruel life would have it, “He who looked after us, had to be taken from us”.
My dad was in an affair with a woman with 4 children with no blood relations to him. The craziest part of it was seeing these same children in the same school with us living lavishly, while our stomach ached out of hunger.
They spent his wealth on our behalves.
They became his children, and we became forgotten memories he brought to this world.
My brothers would come to me, with hunger in their eyes, looking up to me, but even I had no answer.
I could not cry, for I was their strength and they were my restraint. The happiness and love I had come to know, was now a thing of the past.
It was good when he finally left, it was painful but it was good.
For with his departure came Sense for me. If he had stayed, all I would have done would have been to hope and pray….
This is the first part of this series, its a true life experience from an anonymous source, the next would be out shortly.
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