This is a story about my life and how sexual abuse changed my life
Many people might think that South Africa is the only country where women and children are abused, well let me tell you something, that is a lie. I was only 7 years old when I was raped. I was raped by my neighbour’s grandson in Zimbabwe.
It was a sunny day when my neighbour’s grandson had called me to buy him a tomato at a local spaza. I bought the tomato, I came to the house.
When I entered he locked the door behind me. He started raping me and I cried out for help but no one could hear me. When he let me out, he said I must not tell anyone or he will end my life.
I kept quiet as if nothing happened. Five years passed by and when I was in grade 5. An organisation came to our school to help children who were abused and that’s when I told my teacher everything. The next day the Childline car came to my home. I was so embarrassed because I thought about what people will say.
They took my aunt and I to the police station. I told the police everything, and guess what they didn’t arrest him until today. Then my mother decided that I would move to South Africa.
I thought things would be better but they weren’t. When I heard other girls talking about how proud they are because they are still virgins, I cry because I didn’t lose mine willingly.
I have always stayed strong until today. Sometimes I wish I could end my life then I think about my family how would they feel.
My name is Mbalehle Ncube and this is the story about my life.
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