I still hate you in your grave even when mercy rescued me from death. The scene of me limping from school to home with tears running over my face never ends. My clothes were torn and had an unpleasant decoration of dry grass. The sigh that came from my lungs running to my throat should have touched your heart to protect me than ever.

Your friend uncle Bafana fetched me from school while I was in class studying that day. Fulfilling the dreams I promised to my deceased mother was the only thing I longed for. My teacher Mr Nkosi allowed him to take me unconcerned and now I believe everything was planned. I was stolen by simple words from uncle Bafana, “There’s a dancing competition in Thembisa, please let’s hurry, I don’t want you to lose such amazing opportunity.” Unfortunately that dancing competition was his sexual lust.

The minute we stepped out from the school premises he held my tiny figure and licked his mouth, and I know for sure he did that in purpose as an alert that he managed to haunt his prey, which was me that time. “What is uncle Bafana aiming to do?” I asked myself. I started trembling, I wanted to shout but fear froze my tongue, and my voice cracked. My school was dumped in the bushes that even if could shout no one was going to save me, as a results I walked with him distracting my comfort.

My heart skipped a bit. Uncle Bafana changed his sheep clothing and revealed the wolf he was. He roughly dragged me to the nearest tree and closed my mouth with a heavy punch. His hands were smelling cigarette and the odour that came from his mouth intoxicated my mind, hence I fell down. “I know Vika wouldn’t disappoint me,” he said and laughed arrogantly. “Thanks to him I’ll have a nice time today.” He brushed my thighs and started kissing me.

I tried to fight but he pressed me down, and the thorns on the ground stabbed me in a way that I started feeling as though I should just let everything happen. Uncle Bafana unzipped his trousers and began to undress me. My heart raced faster and different thoughts banged my mind until my eyes fell on the left side of the tree, where I saw a big rock -big but portable. I grabbed it strongly and hit his face. I saw him screaming and moving away from me. “Thank God I survived,” I said to myself as I was running away from him.

At home I knocked thousand times, uncle Vika you were quiet until my fingers sore. When you opened the door you buried alive with your flabbergasting question, “Did he smash you nice?” That’s how cruel you were. When I told you I managed to escape you became a monster and turned me into a punching bag. Today I still have the scars you caused me that day, and they finish me every second, hence I’m losing my weight. Nurses and psychologists failed to erase the pain that you threw in my heart.

But your match got you in your favorite tavern and you were poisoned. As cruel as you were, no one bothered to help you and you died like a dog in front of doctors and paramedics that liked having fun, and today your friend uncle Bafana lost his mind, he chases every fly that he sees.