Violence in my childhood

End Violence against women and girls.

I was only but a child

Wrapped in a veil,

Milking from my mother's sweats.

It was a sunny afternoon

I had just dropped my few litters of water i brought from the stream

I rested in my mother's grass mattress

Trying to catch a breath ,with beautiful dreams.

As i went to dream of a life where i won't have to go to the stream but the stream coming to me.

I felt a sharp pain, was it an iron drawing my boneless legs apart?

Why did my dream turn soar in seconds? Again I wonder

Before i could open my weak eyes, a hand was placed on my lips. I couldn't shout.

It was the man i know, trusted and took as a father,

He shattered my dreams

Forcing his penis into my vagina that was too little

for it

Tears swamp down my cheeks and wet my shredded dress.

I was just 9, i wanted mom to have returned from the farm but she wasn't. Perhaps it was too early for her.

Before i could take a breath, i had a knife to my neck. If you tell your mom ,my sister,I'll kill her and you.

I could barely walk. Mom was back tired, all i had to say was i felt when playing with friends.

I learnt to lie thinking i was saving my mom's life.how little i knew.

Today i leave with the trauma, have never forgotten any second from that faithful day.

How many young people are into this like i was?

Let us collectively end all forms of Violence against women and girls.