Yibanathi



I heard a knock on the door, and reluctantly, I got up from the bed to answer it. As I opened the door, Zamani walked in and headed straight to the kitchen. His eyes lingered on my body, making me feel uncomfortable.

Trying to ignore his gaze, I shifted to go back to the bedroom, but suddenly, I felt a rough hand covering my mouth, and Zamani’s breath on my neck. Fear paralysed me as I struggled to break free, but his strength was overpowering. He pushed me to the floor, his grip still tight on my mouth.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I fought desperately against him. He forcefully pulled down my pants, and I tried to kick him away, but he held me down with his leg pressed against my back.

In a state of terror, I could do nothing but watch as he violated me. I pleaded to God for help, praying with all my heart for someone to come to my rescue. But there was only silence. No divine intervention, no hero to save me. Only Zamani on top of me, taking away my dignity and my sense of self.

I wished for the ground to swallow me whole, to end this nightmare, but the earth remained still and unresponsive, it didn’t shake nor crack. I felt utterly alone, surrounded by the echo of my own cries filling the room.