Being a woman isn't fun as other people predict,man turn in to women thinking it's fun and nice ,which is not true.We worry about rent money,groceries and all our needs ,and then we end up doing things we don't want to do.
Some run away from home because they are afraid of their stepfather's who might rape them and of course the mother would never believe that .
We are called names ,men think our only thing is to produce babies.
Back in the days women were not allowed to study and work we had to depend on men ,some women are not kind they don't mind seeing their kind in pain ,they would hurt one another,body shame one another instead of couraging one another.
Mother's would sell their daughters for money,fathers would do as they please with their daughters body,some parents abuse their daughters,that's why we ran away from home .Well I was never abused by my parents,never raped by my father,never sold by my mother for money.
I don't know my parents,I have never seen them or anything,I do not know how does it feel to be loved .
I don't know how it feels to be protected and loved by your father,I don't know how it feels like going shopping with your mother and doing the same hair style's .
I was found at the door step of small church,no one knew who I belonged to only thing that was found on me was just my brith certificate and important documents and that's it,I was taken in by women.
She was nice and lovely,but then things started changing when I was four years old .
She started abusing me ,made me their maid in a very young age.When I was eleven her husband would give me weird looks more like undressing me with his eyes.
Every chance I would get I would run away and go to church,I fell in love with the church,I would feel at ease when I'm there.I turned fourteen and the husband started touching me I would fight back ,but I was just a weak little girl who didn't eat much cause I was starved .
He never succeeded in what he wanted but then I still feel his fingers inside my vigania .One night he woke up sweating and breathing hard like he's being chased.He ran out of the house naked saying he does not want to live here anymore,that he is living,he wants a divorce.
Of cause I was happy that he is living but then Mrs Ntuli(the woman who took me in) got more bitter.
If she had a bad day I would pay the price.Her children never lifted a hand nor a finger in the house ,I would do the housework.
She deprived me the right to education,the only thing I know is to read the books that her daughter Amanda,brought back home from the school library."Sibongile"-MaNtuli,she calls out.
I make my way downstairs,heading to the lounge where she is sited reading one of those fancy magazines.
"Madam "-that's what call her and her children,I'm not allowed to call them by their names nor am I allowed to look them in the eye when speaking,I have to keep my head down at all times.
"I have been calling you what took you so long"-MaNtuli.
"I wa-" a hot slap landed on my right cheek,stabling backwards.
"I do not care about your excuse!!,when I call you drop whatever you doing"-MaNtuli.
"Yes Madam"-I say trying to make sure I don't cry in front of her cause that will make her worse.
"Good, I have gusts coming so I want this house sparkling clean and wash up and wear something nice ,and specifically wear a dress and cover your head with a head wrap please look presentable and smell nice,I'll be back I'm going to buy a couple of things you will need for your cooking "-MaNtuli,making her way out.I wonder what is she celebrating that I have to look presentable in front of her guest but then I'm just a maid I never get the chance to raise my voice when they around.
It took me three hours cleaning each and every room in this huge house ,and it's not like they live in a double story house .They live in a simple RDP house in Homelake ,Randfontien.
MaNtuli did come back with the things as promised.
I am done cooking I am now getting ready for the guest's which will be served by me."Are you done Sibongile??"-MaNtuli.
"Yes Madam I'm done "-I say.
"Good ,do not come out of this room I will call you too okay Sibongile "-MaNtuli.
"Yes Madam,but then I have to serve your guests "-I say testing the waters ,that she won't lose it when I ask her questions.
"Well you will serve the guests but not now "-she says making her way out closing the door behind.
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Sibongile:The Christian Girl
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