Abuse · sexual harassment · Silence

I own my own body

The first time I was raped, my mum was very kind and loving; and very practical. She would make me sit over hot water, naked; she took me for all the necessary tests. She also took me to the police station to report, and yes you guessed it, this was the only useless step. I could see she was struggling with what had just happened to her youngest child, her baby. No mother should have to go through that. But I just wish she had not bothered with the practicalities and the protocols. I wish that instead of all those, she had held me and told me, “those men who raped you are animals and that is completely abnormal behavior for a human being”. I wish she had told me, it was not my fault and it had nothing to do with what I was wearing or because I had gone out after 6:00 pm. I wish she had told me that I had ownership over my body. I wish I had known all these, earlier. I don’t know what difference it would have made, but I know it would have helped me somehow.

Abuse · Domestic Violence · First Lady · Mummy GO · Silence

A guide on how to be a Mummy GO/First Lady

I was raised catholic and so I was not exposed to the concept of Mummy G.O until much later in my life. Now that I do think about it, the women of the women's organisation could have passed as Mummy GOs. In fact, the first one I actually came across is my mother. She was… Continue reading A guide on how to be a Mummy GO/First Lady

Abuse · Domestic Violence · Silence

Why are they silent as we die?

Sometime last week, a woman was stabbed multiple times in front of a coffee shop in broad daylight. When I heard this, my head immediately started spinning. I wanted details. I needed answers to the one million questions I immediately had. Why wasn't anybody saying anything? Then the next day, a friend of mine messaged… Continue reading Why are they silent as we die?