I realized my uncle raped me when I was 11 years. For the past 5 years, he had actually made me his girlfriend, more like umahosha (prostitute).
And now I have this hatred inside of me that I cannot get rid of it. We pretend as if everything is okay, like the rape never happened. To me it did, and I will never forget it, ever.
It’s funny how I consider it my source of strength, though. It is the only thing that reminds me of how much I have suffered and how I need to rise and shine. Yes, I’m going to rise and shine, just so he knows that despite him denying that he raped me, I’m still living and I’m going to shine!
“Rape. It’s not there to make you, but it’s there for a total breakdown!”
Tell us: Do you have a source of strength?