By Virginia Asenath
After working on the presentation she is going to make for her project to be implemented, she finalized her plan and headed to the conference room. She had a determined face and ready for all questions.
All the heads of the guiding and counselling of the hospital were present. She stood next to Alex. They signed her to start and after a big sigh she spoke.
‘Being a victim of physical torture I understand the pain we go through. Due to that I came up with this proposal to help those who have gone through assault, physical and emotional torture, rape and humiliation get past it. I grew up with my mom and my aunt. My aunt was well off when I was young and she used to mistreat me. Most of the times when mom was off to work I would spend my time with her and it was hell of a living. When I turned seven my dad came back and he was rich. I then found out that she was actually dad’s second wife. My dad was killed but all his wealth was in my aunt’s name. We had to go back to our suffering life and I was raped at ten. My mom got hurt in the process of helping me. We ended up in the hospital but I lost my memory afterwards. Though my high target are girls, men aren’t exempted. Most of our girls end up stressed and depressed which lead to death. According to the statistics more people are dying due to stress not only in our country but worldwide. I’m planning to have qualified doctors to help the victims and am looking forward to reach a great percentage of people,’ she said and stared at the people around the big table.
They all clapped for her as she sat beside Alex.
By Virginia Asenath
‘That’s a good Idea and you have our full support,’ Mr Steve said and she couldn’t help but smile.
‘Thank you all,’ she said happily.
She was so happy after the approval and she smiled the whole day.
These few weeks have been tiresome. Finally we are through and tomorrow is the launching of the organization.
‘I need all those clothes clean,’ he shouted and threw the dirty clothes on me.
‘Am not feeling fine, I will wash later,’ I pleaded.
‘Your health is none of my business,’ he barked at me.
His voice alone made me shiver.
‘Please I need to go to the hospital,’ I said with a cracked voice.
‘Do you know how much I send to your mother daily and you want to add to my budget with your frequent visits to the hospital, huh?’ He asked angrily.
I couldn’t find words to talk.
The doctor said I have a complicated pregnancy and I need rest and care.
‘Get your stupid self out of my bed and wash my clothes. I will use the white t-shirts in three hours,’ he said and opened the door. I was weak, my legs were shaking but I had to do it to avoid beatings.
Is this marriage or mom sold me to be a slave?
There is a washing machine but I can’t use. With all the maids I still do almost everything.
Why is life so unfair? Or maybe am paying for all the bad things we did to Cindy and her mom? I took more time to wash than what I always use and went to get something to eat.