Sign up with your email address to be the first to know about new blog posts, freebies, giveaway offers & more.

Join 44 other subscribers

HANGOVER At 4- Mercy Harold

“Come” he said, it was one of those invites I was supposed to dance at as my brain cells knew him as my uncle, family of some kind.

 “Go and buy biscuit.” He jottered my brother away.

I was a 4 year old who maybe knew that physical connection was desired only during my “BRIDAL PATH”.

He looked outside my age, outside my understanding and the innocence that surronded around the woman I was becoming;

“Turn around.” Another command I answered without a check of my innocence. He tried to have his way with FORCE ; for minutes I forgot how the sunshine sweentened, I forgot the melt of chocolate, and the sound of my own giggle; all I knew was PAIN

Photo cred: @empty_holiday

Suddenly mama showed up and broke the thundering moment, she saved me and she beat me and I wondered WHY?

Screaming inwardly, pain stabbed steadily every minute, why would she beat me ? I was a 4 year old who didn’t know that my loins would be visited at that age.

For a very long time my vision  entertained that notion, with no one to talk to, no one to share the torment. 

My assailant might have been living “happily ever after” but I still had drunk bottles from drinking questions that I couldn’t answer

Forgiveness felt the sunshine and I spoke and love cut away the wayward lock of memories. ..I spoke to someone…

The feelings I had got exhausted, yes a good kind of exhausted.

Do share your thoughts.




2 Responses
  • Sam Elawa
    February 9, 2018

    The author’s ability to paint the gruesome picture of torture and abuse is exceptional.

    • kuyetasham
      February 18, 2018

      I totally agree. I thought so too. Thank you for reading and commenting.

Leave a Reply

%d bloggers like this: