GONE
Does anyone really recall their childhood memories?
I don't think so because I just woke up and saw myself as a six year old girl.
Yes, you may have a different story to tell but this is my story and I can actually narrate it my way_ooh is it really my STORY? Well, it's left for you to find out at the very end.
I don't think so because I just woke up and saw myself as a six year old girl.
Yes, you may have a different story to tell but this is my story and I can actually narrate it my way_ooh is it really my STORY? Well, it's left for you to find out at the very end.
Dad and Mom were the perfect parents any youngster would wish to have. Their love for me was exceptional, especially dad_we were very close.
I still remember him taking my side whenever I had this tiff with mom and I was so fortunate to have them both and happy to call them my parents cause they were literally my heroes. What else can a child ask for?
I still remember him taking my side whenever I had this tiff with mom and I was so fortunate to have them both and happy to call them my parents cause they were literally my heroes. What else can a child ask for?
Clock never ticks backwards, does it?. Those cherished moments flit past like a mirage—they appear to be there but aren't. We just want to survive on this delusion of self, for some reason.
Olivia, Prisca and Calista were returning home from school that day. Olivia rushed to the door handle to open the door. Slightly opened the door to let herself in_Dad took out his leather belt he was wearing on his waist and continuously whipped it on mom's body..
Even though I could see the immense suffering and grief on her face that day but she grinned and said “Olivia, go upstairs to your room with your siblings”
Even though I could see the immense suffering and grief on her face that day but she grinned and said “Olivia, go upstairs to your room with your siblings”
He was my hero, my role model. I…looked up to him and wished one day to be married to his likes.
We never know the true meaning of things until we actually grow and things don't seem clear till you come closer.
We never know the true meaning of things until we actually grow and things don't seem clear till you come closer.
Never for once could I remember a moment where mom and dad had a proper conversation again_ the lovey-dovey parent I knew was long gone.Dad always got a way of rubbing it on her face.
" it is all your fault"
"Why can't you be like other women?"
" it is all your fault"
"Why can't you be like other women?"
Mom would cry her eyes out, pray by all the most means she deemed holy___ only if God would answer her, this one thing she needed to save her marriage.
Countless times I asked her why she was crying. She either tells me how something got into her eyes and all that. She still saw me as a little child. I wasn't that six year old Olivia, I knew something was truly wrong.
Despite how frustrating and painful it is, yet out of the pan into the fire___He escalated. He would beat mom, leaving all kinds of bruises and this time he made it obvious. When we asked for our fees;He always told us how useless we were to him and how spending and training us was totally pointless. Did he really say that to me, to my siblings? He called me his treasure or was I hypnotized to believe so then?
For days we were sent home because of school fees. Mom will run around to make up money for us before we could resume_it was so intense.
For days we were sent home because of school fees. Mom will run around to make up money for us before we could resume_it was so intense.
Mom got pregnant again. We had our breathing space but Joy and happiness never came to stay for too long.
"You had another abomination"
"Another girl child, that will never amount to anything but expenses"
"You had another abomination"
"Another girl child, that will never amount to anything but expenses"
He refused to spend any dime; Mom was left with no other option but to work as a cleaner for months before she was allowed to leave the hospital.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place. Mom was going through hell but how could I be of help to her? How can this sorrow cease? I understood her pain but what could I do?
When we returned home. Dad got another woman, he called her our second mother. My mom was who I only needed and I never wanted another. Mom's heart must have scattered into pieces because I felt lost, lost in this wilderness of rejection and I did lose my father, my favorite person at that very moment.
How can one be this calm? She swallowed a bitter pill. It was her chance to escape, to be free at last from all these torments but she stayed. For what exactly?
On one occasion, Calista ran to him in the sitting room.
“Don't ever come close to me again, CURSED CHILD”
“Don't ever come close to me again, CURSED CHILD”
Yes, he said that. All he had left for us in his heart was hatred. Was it our fault to be born this way? God, should have made me a boy, at least mom will be happy and I will have dad's love.
That was the limit mom could take. She was ready to end it.
“How could you call our child such”
“And here I was thinking you will come back to your senses and understand that I'm not to be blamed for giving you these amazing daughters”
“How could you call our child such”
“And here I was thinking you will come back to your senses and understand that I'm not to be blamed for giving you these amazing daughters”
I haven't seen dad since that day. Mom packed up our stuff and never looked back. And dad never did stop her, I guess he was happy. He was finally free from us, the cursed children.
Don't ask how I felt then
Cause it was hell for me;all I knew about him in my memories were complete opposite. I was broken, but how then did mom take all these? She must have felt miserable.
Cause it was hell for me;all I knew about him in my memories were complete opposite. I was broken, but how then did mom take all these? She must have felt miserable.
She found strength and willpower amidst all this situation. She called us her strength_Basically living for us. Mom did all she could to see us through school_She broke a lance just for us. She wanted to prove to men like my dad that a girl child is also a bundle of joy every family should wish for; that we were not cursed just because we are born female and she did.
It was her story not mine. Her story through the journey of toil, misery of a marriage and to state the fact that either girl or boy, child is child regardless and all they need were their love and training to see them do wonders.
Well, I am proud to be a Girl Child. YOU should too.
Well, I am proud to be a Girl Child. YOU should too.
