Her Story:The Bush

Chapter 7

Every day and night I always get taken back to that day in the bush. The way I get touched sends be back, my sleeping position takes me back and even wearing the shortest skirts or dresses takes me back, but this time I was not taken back I was reliving that horrific night. This person held me the way I was held that night. It again felt like that night when I felt the person's manhood slowly growing on my back. Again like that night my heart skipped a beat and when I looked back i couldn't believe who it was, Baba Khumalo.
"My wife." he said and continued, "I see you taking good care of the child I've given you. For a minute I thought you were going to abort the baby like all my other girls."
Wife! Your girls? I'm not part of you.
"I will not argue with you but I just need to know something, Mbali who took care of you when your mother was gone for months working for white families? Who fed you?"
Baba you did all of that and I couldn't be more thankful for what you've done for me but my concern is did you really have to shove me into a thorn bush? Did you really have to take my innocence, my happiness?
"Well my dear child"
Don't you dare call me your child!
"Don't you dare speak when I speak because I will kill this thing in your womb!"
I'd love to see you try.
"Mbali! I, I had sex with you because I was teaching you how cruel life is! Life is a cycle what happens to one person will happen to the next"
You really not making sense right now! But you know what I really do not have time for this, if you want to kill my child do it now. If you have anything else to say please just save it for your wife, now please leave I do not have time for this. Please leave or should I call a nurse to escort you out because you are either way not supposed to be here at this time.

I watched him walk out that door. At that very moment I was praying inside that that would be the last time I ever see his disgusting face, inhale his awful scent and mostly experience his negative energy. He had tried to make my life hell but I instead gave myself a very good reason to be alive till this very day.
The next morning ma came to fetch me to take me home. I avoided mentioning Baba Khumalo because I knew that if I spoke I would be making matters worse and so I just kept quiet.

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WhenI got home I sat on my bed and I fell inside a hole of deep thoughts. I thoughtabout the day, I thought about the thorns pricing my body, I thought about themanhood entering my body and taking away all my happiness and innocence, Ithought about the infection I had got, the pain I had given my mother and Ilastly thought about the baby I decided to keep. The next moment I just foundmyself in tears. I cried nonstop, I think my mother heard me because within thenext 30 minutes she was already sitting next to me and hugging me. I felt sosafe in her arms.
My tears stopped and I knew I was finally home. I could not answer thequestions she asked like, "Are you okay?" Even though I am in controlof my own well being, at that very moment I felt much attached to my body. Ifelt as if my soul spirit and mind were not one. I felt separated from my ownbody and from this filthy place we live in called earth. I was left to answerone question I had asked myself, will I really change this world like I desireto?