“I was killed alive, but they forgot to bury me, and I rose.”
S’lungile ‘Nto’ Mavundla
As the scene continued, he said, “Good girl, qhubeka (carry on).”
At that moment I was crying, but even my weeping did not help me. He penetrated my vagina repeatedly. I screamed, and again, just like the previous time, he suffocated me with a pillow. I became his sex slave at a tender age…”
If this writing could help me so much, I thought it would also help you deal with the giant that haunted me for a long time… Twenty-eight years of my life to be exact. As a result, I learnt that what killed half of my life could be used to heal.
You could be struggling with similar challenges or realising the possibility of moving beyond your past. If that could happen with me, then it can happen with anyone out there.
I was raped several times by different people, as much as I am no Psychiatrist by profession, but I have learned greatly from my journey. I trust I can never have trouble in comprehending the victims’ mind or their reaction towards rape through my own experience.
Please join me through this journey of resilience.
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