Quick check for dirty spots
Another quick mop
Must make sure the toothbrushes are in their assigned spots
he’s on the dot
TICK TICK K-A-B-O-O-M
I… forgot to clean the clock
When you meet her you would never know from her beaming face that she has been through hell and is still clawing her way out of it.
She can neither read or write and but is fortunate to have a job as a labourer. With this job as well as selling betelnut after work she manages to make ends meet and support her children.
She has an ex who won’t let go and prefers to sweet talk her into coming back with anything he can get his hands on. Its been years of constant physical, mental and verbal abuse.
She has taken out restraining orders but her ex does not adhere to them.
Recently he jabbed her in the thigh with a knife it would had been deeper had she not been standing behind a door forcing it to close while he swung wildly at her
I don’t know how to help her. Relocating her I think is not an option because she can not read or write and finding a job would be extremely difficult and I do not have the means to support her. We do not have welfare benefits in PNG so it seems like a dead end.
She had him arrested but is under immense pressure from his wantoks (relatives) to drop the charges and do away with the restraining orders.
I am moving to town in several days and I am very worried about her.
She lives in fear.
I feel like crap but don’t how else to help her.
Sometimes I think it would be better if I did not care. If I looked the other way. But I can’t so how the frig do I get rid of the guilt? The feeling of being useless and what do I do?
Sometimes life is so #$%&*.
Taste my tears
Silence my screams
Catch my hits
Stop my trembling
Women Not Witches
Julie suffered severe injuries when she was kidnapped and gang raped © Vlad Sokhin
Six-year-old Julie was kidnapped by four men in Lae. They raped her for eight hours and then left her on the street.
Her injuries are so severe that she can barely walk and can never have children.
VIOLENCE AGAINST WOMEN AND GIRLS IN PNG
Facing violence, torture and death is a horrifying reality for many women and girls in PNG.
Violence and murder
Despite new laws making sexual and domestic violence against women a crime, women and girls in PNG still face savage attacks and even death at the hands of strangers and family members. Gang members in the country admit to committing rape and armed robbery, with two-thirds of their victims being women.
Women and girls in PNG are also the victims of sorcery-related attacks. Accused of witchcraft – often by neighbours or loved ones – they are subject to beatings, torture and death, with some even being burned alive.
Such cases are rarely brought to court, perpetuating the brutal tradition.
But things can change.
THE SOLUTION: A TWO-PRONGED APPROACH
To prevent further violence and death against women and girls in PNG, we need to act fast. We can tackle these horrendous issues head on from two angles.
During times of crisis or danger, your support allows us to:
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She bites down to stop moans escaping
nauseating lips brush down her neck past bruises on her back,
She holds her breath waiting,
repulsive stench of alcohol fills her nostrils saturating her whole being
He caresses her cheeks,
he has slapped repeatedly
Tenderly traces her nose,
he makes bleed frequently
She twitches as he strokes and caresses
over and past fresh bruises left by pounding fists
His pace quickens so does she,
she moves carefully to protect ribs kicked recently
She moves to meet him,
incase he thinks she’s faking this
Moans and groans burst forth finally free,
timed and building to release
Together they soar,
to compliment his masculinity
“Was it as good for you as it was for me,” he whispers ever so tenderly
I was hesitant on posting this piece. Anyway here goes. Pls Let me know if you get it.
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?
Take a glimpse at this painting I named my life,
Daubs of memories are splattered far and wide,
They show a picture of my reasons why,
So with words I paint,
With my weapon slash brush in my hand,
My mighty and trusty pen,
I’ll paint until my hands crinkle and bend,
I will paint until someone stands up in our broken land,
Until the cycle of violence ends,
Until the broken can be helped to mend,
Until the silenced no longer startle at the slight of hand,
Until the cowardly are disgraced and shamed,
I paint in black and shades of gray,
And pack the vivid crisp colors away,
So all will know my country is not okay