child

WALK ON

Walk on,

my feet,

quaver but keep on,

Hope,

be my walking stick,

Faith,

my footwear,

Walk on,

my feet,

Justice,

my guiding light,

trip but keep on,

Walk on,

Keep on,

Up or down,

Walk,

Walk on.

****

I sit here under my mosquito net typing this post while all around me, my family sleep.

I wish sleep would come. I wish my heart stopped aching. I wish for many things.

A month ago a young family member came for my help. She came with a story of an older family member sexually harassing her.

She is thirteen. He is in his late 30’s. They live in the same house despite most of my family insisting we solved it in-house I pushed for it to be reported to the police.

So we went down and reported the matter. She came down and went through the interviewing etc. They told us to move her so we did. They told us they would come and arrest him so we waited and waited.

We went down again only to find out the first complaint was never filed. We had to file another one.

During that time he threatened her with a knife and stalked her.

As time went we realised she needs a lot of help. Help, we are not able to give. We went to Social Welfare only to be told time and time again they were in meetings.

Every night he circled the home we moved her too. He brings her gifts; treats; and cash. He sees nothing wrong in what he is doing.

Three days ago it reached boiling point and we went back down to the police station. They told us TO DEAL WITH HIM OURSELVES and bring down to the police station ourselves because they had no fuel to come up and find him.

It seems that because no actual penetration happened it’s not a serious case even though he did attempt to force her to service him orally.

He is on the run now after another family member exploded and punched him when he said he was in ‘a relationship’ with the child.

So now he is out there..a Mary Jane addict who has threatened to kill this child and no real help for the child insight.

So where do we go? How do we help this child? HOW MANY CHILDREN REACHED OUT FOR HELP BUT NEVER GOT IT? So many questions…so I wrote this to keep on going…I must!!

aching

Maiya

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BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR

BEFORE YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR

 On quivering legs,

she reaches the door,

frantic to escape,

the man that snores,

she stretches up,

trying so hard,

for those few inches more,

between her legs,

an aching bleeding sore,

she peeks over the windowsill,

to her picture perfect home,

 next door,

desperate for that familiar,

engine roar,

yearning for the voice,

that will restore her world,

 once more,

until the next time,

her mummy needs to go,

 to the store

Tick tock

tick tock

Body clock

tick tock tick tock

timetable shot

tick tock tick tock tick tock

still empty cots

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock

make it stop

tick tick tick tick

pleassse help me God

tock

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Been trying to have a baby for  a while now so this piece came from that experience.  I wish it was as easy as my 8yr old said, “just go to the store and get one.”   When I sat down to write it, all I could get was the clock ticking in my head.  

“Please daddy don’t hit me again”

 

There she stood,
little face etched in pain,
tiny tears running down her bruised face,

Neck bent back,
looking up,
trying so hard to contain,
all her fear,
inside her small frame,

“What’s my name?,” he roared down,
body shaking with rage,
hand raised just in case,

“Daddy, Daddy,”
she whimpered again and again,
body shivering as she fought hard,
not to look away,
incase it inflamed his rage,

In the corner,
her mother stood,
tears streaming down her face,
wringing her hands,
trying so desperately,
to gather up the courage,
to push her husband away,

The neighbor broke the door down,
seconds too late,
the five year old lay on the floor,
eyes staring into another place,

Her mother over her body wailed,
“oh why, oh why child did you have to say,
‘Please Daddy don’t hit me again’.”

 iy©2010 

If you were me

 If you were me

Where would you be?

Would you be happy?

Or have a family?

 

If you were me

Would you sleep easily?

 And not have bad dreams?

Or flinch every time the floorboards creak?

 

If you were me

would you trust people easily?

Would you make friends quickly?

Or would you treat everyone suspiciously?

 

If you were me,

Would you forgive me

For stealing your virginity

Before you turned fifteen?           

 

If you were me

Would you hate me?

Would you run away constantly?

And would you refuse to call me mummy?

 

 

Out of reach

Out of reach

On a street a father sits,

Heart refusing defeat,

Next to him his daughter sleeps,

Tears running down her cheeks,

He’s called everyone who will listen to his pleas,

to help him pay his child’s school fees,

He knows he must give his child the opportunity,

to be educated and maybe get a degree,

He wonders how education has been so expensive,

that it has become a luxury,

So tomorrow he will meet with her teacher’s,

 to beg for another week,

To give him time to find the money,

so she can be free.

iyabara©2010

Whisper

Whisper in my ear

all your fears

whisper in my ear

the reason for those unshed tears

whisper in my ear

Is it someone we hold dear?

whisper in my ear

Are they near?

whisper please whisper in my ear

whisper

when I am near

whisper

because I hold you so very dear

whisper

so our hearts can stop their tears

whisper

so I can take you somewhere where you no longer fear

whisper my child whisper in my ear