Mmeso Inspires: The Dark Lonely Girl

He looked at me hungrily as if I was some sort of a prey…

Verily, I am.  A man old enough to call me a daughter.

I looked back at him, innocently just like a prey at the mercy of its predator.

He moved closer to me.

I stood back… Yes, I stood back. It was not a sign of my approval but I was afraid to move.

He prop up my chin, waiting for a go-ahead order.

 I shook my head, a disapproval.

I was afraid of this man, afraid of his next action.

Surprisingly, he did not seize me, which has been my greatest fear.

He promised me heaven on earth, but as he speaks…  I remember mother’s feeble eyes, weak from crying.

I remember their taunting and wicked laughter… those people filled with hate.

I remember that we are all huddled up in small room with mother.

Then I remember my dream, my vision. The greatest of them all.

I snapped from his hold and ran, without turning back.

The rain started again, encrypting not just the weather but the date on my mind.

A tender girl I was, so fragile and vulnerable.

But I said to my self, “My flower must not be stolen, it must never be nipped from the bud”.

To whom deserve of it, it will be given to.

At the right time, under the right ceiling.

I looked up to heaven and muttered with a heavy heart…”So help me God”

The rain increased, but I was not bothered, it rained fiercely accompanied with claps of thunder.

When I passed through a church, I heard the choristers singing” What a friend we have in Jesus”

I wept bitterly.

I am grateful for the rain, because no one noticed.

No one noticed the dark lonely girl, moving along the street of Zamzu, with hot tears running down her chin.

No one noticed a girl who had just passed one of the greatest test of her life.

Yes, no one seems to notice a girl who is determined to fight back life and through the tides of trials, willing to swim alone.

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MY STORY CONTINUES…

I stared at them, neatly dressed in their school uniform.

Chattering excitedly as they passed me to school.

I wonder if my hope is still alive.

Or if they are faded, just like the rag that were in my hands.

I was dusting the wares in the shop, were I worked.

I wanted to weep but there was no tears forthcoming

Then I remembered I wept the day before when I have to admit a wrong I did not commit because there was no other choice…  but survival. I might have lost my tears all.

My vision appears blurry… 

My stomach rumble, reminding me I have not taken my breakfast. I glanced at the clock.

It was some minutes past ten.

I hoped on my salary, because it was supposed to be paid that day.

The time it would be paid was not really my problem, my concern is that it will be paid and I will get something to eat.

I finished up my work, then waited patiently for customers. They came, I was grateful to God.

I waited patiently for my employer too…

Because, I have to be paid. I need to eat.

Slowly, the clock ticked, my stomach rumbled noisily.

I glanced at the clock it was few minutes past five in the evening.

I did not see my employer, and it meant no breakfast, it meant no lunch.

Dinner might be uncertain, just like yester night.

I sat, still with hope. Then it ticked six in the evening.

I stood up weakly, and arranged the wares, locked up the shop and slowly trudge home.

Verily I tell you, Brenda, It was difficult, it was very difficult.

But I never knew I was building strength, I was building perseverance.

When the incident repeated itself, the next day and the day before and subsequently… it became a norm.

Intrinsic with my blood and vain.

Until my stomach learn not to rumble or fumble

It learnt to be strong like me, because we are building a legacy.

Which no man born of a woman can destroy…

Which no storm or tribulations shall falter,

But we.

I looked up to the horizon and smiled….

In days to come, when I tell my story, the story of the dark lonely girl who choose strength over everything.

And a smile to elude the pain of the present,

Because there is joy, much joy to make her drunk in the future.

The world will rise and applaud.

MY STORY CONTINUES…

I was returning one evening, some minutes past six.

The sky was gloomy, it has been raining since afternoon and upon the sky appears a cascade of darkness.

I trudge along the slimy path causing some patches of slime on my skirt. I was too weary to care.

All of a sudden, something hit me from behind.

I fell flat on the ground.

A bus had just hit me and all the driver could do was to rain abuses on me…

I was helped to my feet by some group of boys nearby, thankfully I was not hurt but my head was spinning.

When I got home that day, I wept profusely.

I wept because I am losing strength and I need to survive.

The future appears unclear like a mist at the early hours of morning, but my heart is filled with certainty and hope.

Certainty that the future will be beautiful.

I need to be strong because the hardest battle is given to the strongest people.

When I lay down on my mat that night, it dawned on me that God had given me all it takes to survive.

The day’s incident was a proof.

I need to be strong.

Verily, that is my only option. The dark lonely girl.

MY STORY CONTINUES…

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