I once was a girl, bright and so full of aspirations, until death took the only hope I had and left me with nothing but affliction.
Born to a man who carried nothing  to his grave but faith, he left me in the custody of his brother, with hope that he would be the key to my success, my father had no idea that he gave me up for crucifixion.
My adversity began one night when he asked me to stop locking my room at night, with an excuse that if the house ever caught fire it would be hard to save me. Amazed by his zeal to keep me protected, I innocently obeyed his request. Unknowingly I created a pathway to my destruction.
That very night he came to my room, tucked me in and made a promise to me. He said, “I promise to keep you safe, forever okay?”. I nodded, without realizing that, that declaration came with a condition.
“As long as you accept to be mine forever” he whispered as he walked out of the room. Too young to understand, this twelve year old did not know she had just agreed to be an implement to her uncle’s delectation.
His first infliction started with persuasion that I played a part to his desire for *******.
He asked for silence or I was not going to have a roof over my heard. He told me my body was too big for my age, as he caressed his hands all over my pure body, took away the only life my soul had and compelled me into submission.
I became subject to his thirst. Every night more aggressive than the previous one. And with every ammunition he brought about my extinction.
I would have given anything for a savior, but a cry for help was impossible because in my head, it was my fault I was drowning in recession.
And besides I was already dead, already had my share of the pain, so why bother the world with such a sad and disgraceful transcription.
Since then I’ve been dead. Even with every breath I take, only thoughts I have are suicidal. I am filled with hate, my heart is so dark the only words that come out of my mouth are malediction.
Years have passed and that pain still feels like it was yesterday, I want to be free, free from the hurt, from the pain, but I don’t know how!
Benediction?
I’m still looking forward to the day my soul will live in my body again, because you see I once was a girl so bright and full of inspiration. But now all I’m left with is affliction.
Lungu. T