an abused girl |
Every
day, stories are being told by its survivals, some are heard while others are
never told at all. Most of those more vulnerable are women and children, no one
seem to listen when they speak up while others who hear of it think it’s a mere
story.
This is a sad story told by a girl who lived
on the same street as another until her death. “Shola was subjected into
slavery. She started hawking sachet water to support the family. Shola must
execute her chores which included washing of the clothes and dishes, cleaning
the home and cooking at the end of her day’s sales. Life was miserable as
the Ajobi children also tried to make her unhappy, but beyond these painful
experiences, Shola was sometimes beaten up for flimsy reasons.
The
man of the house worsened Shola‘s case as he severally raped her. The last
straw that broke the camel’s back was when she returned one evening from
another day of sale only to meet the man of the house all alone. As usual, he
wanted to have his way with her but this time she fought back.
She
was beaten to the pulp. The woman of the house who didn’t know what had
transpired came into the house and saw her on the floor in tattered clothes
crying bitterly and also pounced on her. Shola couldn’t take it anymore and so
she ran away from the house that night and was waylaid by a gang of hoodlums
who raped her to death. She was only thirteen years of age.
That
little girl next door might be going through the same challenge, that woman who
you see with swollen eyes might as well be going through the same challenge,
will you be an ear that will listen to their outcry?
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