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Wednesday, 21 August 2013

uGugu part 2



"So why did you leave home"? i asked

"Eish its hard, my sister" this time she took a deep breath and shook her head slowly or rather heavily
I knew what ever it was it must have been bad,she was able to tell me about the rape and the stabbing without any hesitation but this Gugu was holding back

“I had no choice but to leave that place and I knew that wherever I’ll go it wouldn’t be as worse as what I was going through there”
 I couldn’t imagine calling my home “that place”, it’s the only place I ever feel safe and loved but to uGugu the place she grew up in deserved no better name than “that place”
I guess it’s true what they say…”Home is where the heart is” and Gugu’s heart found the streets more hospitable than the  house her grandmother build years ago with her pension fund

I knew not what to say, I mean what do you say in such situation?

For a moment there was a pause, I guess I got lost in thoughts and she halted to have my attention back

“It all started when I was 11, I was doing my grade 6, standard four at the time. My mother has never been married en sharp I never knew my dad”

Then with smile she lifted her eyes to have a quick glance at my reaction, but like a past bloom flower in the wind her smile disappeared and I was left smiling, alone!

For a moment I wanted to tell Gugu “I got it “let me pay you and you go on your way” but something inside me didn’t let me, so instead I told her I’m tired and want to rest a bit, thinking that would make her go away but to my surprise Ugugu willingly set down with me and didn’t look like she had any intention to leave

She desired to talk to someone! And for the first time since her predicament started someone actually took interest in her life

She picked up a small stick from the ground and started drawing on the ground something that looked like a heart and then a flower

"my uncle took charge of the house when my grandmother died in 2001 because my mother never had a job and “vele be ka s’thadela ujwala” (meaning she loved alcohol),  so she was never home" ahe said 

“One night my mother was out as usual, I got home from school found that there was no one home, made food and did my homework then went to sleep. It was In the middle of the night when I felt a hand rub my thighs, I thought I was dreaming, but hey! I wasn't”

A tear fell down her cheeks as she tried desperately to hold it back..i had to say something but didn’t know what, so i  remained silent

"I opened my eyes to find it was my uncle, he was very drunk"
“Shhhh don’t say anything” he whispered in my ear. I tried getting his hands off me but he was strong so I lay there frightened hoping umama can walk in just in time to save me but she didn't

“Malome what are u doing?” I asked “shhhhhh” he said “and continued to rub his hands on my thighs and with each second his hand gravitated to my private parts and suddenly I felt the most agonising pain I had ever felt in my life and in a moment he was done but the pain didn't go away”

“He pulled back his pants and left me lying there”.” I was confused” she said
“Then after a few minutes he came back and said”….” No one is supposed to know about this” and I nodded” Gugu said “but of course! I planned on telling my mother” she said staring me straight in my eyes as if hoped to get a certain response from me

Her uncle took her Virginity! And uGugu remembers the details of that night like it was yesterday

This had gone from an ordinary therapeutic day to one complicated stressful one

It was a lot to take in for me, as much as I see this kind of stories on TV all the time, I just never thought I’d meet one who’s been a victim to this cruel deeds

“It went on for three nights in a row, this time he was not drunk at all, and then mom came back on Thursday with one of her friends. I waited for her friend to go and told her everything, I expected her to solve the situation but to my surprise she lashed at me and told me it was my fault, she said I should stop walking around in short skirts around the house, that I should stop seducing my uncle”

“She told me not to tell anyone, or she will give me a hitting. I was devastated but had to obey anyway”

“He kept sleeping with me every time mom was not around until one day after school my friend told me I had blood on my skirt, i told my mother and she told me what to do”

“Later that night I overheard her speaking to my uncle, She told him to stop or I’ll fall pregnant”

“I was relieved” she said and indeed while telling me this, she did look relieved

This girl was let down by her own family. I can’t stand here and say I understand what she went through because I don’t but I know if I had been in the same situation and leaving home seemed the only solution, I would have done the same

I felt guilty, for falsely judging people without knowing their story but I refrained from saying anything instead I listened attentively as uGugu poured out her heart to me. A total stranger!

“Things went well for a while, He even promised to take me to tertiary. Sharp I wanted to do LAW, I even sent my application on time and I knew I might go to Wits” she said with a smile

uGugu just like every other girl had dreams and was working hard to pursue them, but then life happened happened it robbed her off of everything she dreamed most of having, a better life!
I couldn’t help but wonder if there was still any hope for uGugu, if she still ever dreams?

“It was just after the trail exams when my mother was so sickly in love with a certain guy. Her absence grew more and more humongous each day, I can say I almost forgot what she looks like.Days later mom came home to announce shes going to live with her boyfriend and i was ordered to remain with my uncle” she said, this time shaking her head so angrily

It was clear she was not happy with her mother’s decision and somehow she blames her for the way her life turned out

For a moment I was also angry at her but I refrained from saying anything, if there’s anything been with uGugu has taught me is never to judge anyone until you know their story .Gugu’s mother had her reasons, her fears and everything else in between that I don’t know about

How does a mother let her brother rape her only daughter is a question I ask myself

“Just like that first time in 2001 when he first came in my room, I felt a hand on my thighs. This time my attempt to push him away paid off. He fell on the floor and I rushed to the kitchen. As I was about to open the door he grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. I was angry and reached for the knife on that was left on the drawer. I stepped him over and over and over until he could not move

“Tears fell down her eyes” and she said I killed my uncle and I couldn't think of anything else to do but to run away”. “They had a funeral that Saturday and I didn't go”


To be continued

"Never judge a man before you have walked a mile in their shoes"- a Chinese proverb

Monday, 12 August 2013

uGugu (Part 1)




I've always enjoyed shopping alone, its therapeutic.After every shopping spree i would always get an unexplainable sense of relieve much like having just taken a shower the only difference is shopping gives my soul a shower not my body

It was one Saturday morning when i decided to do grocery shopping.I had walked for a long time and when i got to Shoprite is was full,i thought to myself "Time is money" cant be wasting time in queues so instead i proceeded with my journey to Spar.It  was  there where i didn't find a lot of queues so i decided to shop there

After long stroll around the market, constant changing of mind " i need this,no i don't"...i had become weary of deciding so i headed to the Till to pay
"Am i going to be able to carry all this i thought to myself as i took out my card to pay " probably not but I'll call a maxi taxi once I'm outside"
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The woman packing my stuff looked at me smiling, then looked the other way and kept on packing,
 "i must have thought that out loud" i thought. 

"well theres like a lot of hobos outside that would carry your stuff for just about anything" she said..."oh OK" i said with a smile and as i walked away i thought to myself "Hobos! carry my stuff? excuse me! i cant have hobos carry my stuff, i don't trust them"

Battling to carry the heavy load i paused to catch a breath and call a taxi when a woman dressed in all black, well black worn out clothes that looked rather grayish. I halted and looked at this woman, you can call it observing.Wrinkles covered her eyes,hair so filthy covered in grass and a brown hat she smiled at me and said "sesi can i help you carry your stuff"."For how much", i asked...."ai noma yini suster, as long as i can buy something to eat"

I felt so much remorse for her, "shes probably just tyring to feed her children" as i hesitantly handed her some of the plastic bags

"What could have gone wrong for this woman that landed her on the streets, is it her fault?" i asked  myself a lot of questions that had no answers, of course!

We had walked a few meters when she paused, leaned down and put my food on the ground.."are you tired" i asked her "because if you are we can always take a break"

Ignoring me she proceeded to the dust bin at the door of a salon,the wind blew so swiftly sending her hat flying, i rushed to catch it and by the time i got it i turned to her , there she was looking through the trash. i saw hope in her eyes and my presence held no distraction to her quest 

"Are you looking for something?" i asked..."ya sharp! theres food I'm used to finding in there, someone must have taken them"

I saw the disappointment in her eyes, to an extend i felt it, as though i was going to benefit from whatever she would have got from the trash

I wanted to know about this woman,that in a few minutes got me deep in thoughts and involuntarily connecting to her pain

We had walked a long distance now and i had finally accumulated the courage to ask her questions
I told her my name in hope that she will tell me hers,she turned with a smile, moved her lips but i could not get a word. "You said your name is?" i asked staring directly at her lips in hope that i might be able to read them this time "Gugu" she whispered

"Gugu!" i said with a loud voice and she nodded with a smile. I guess a name doesn't carry much value when you live on the streets, it was probably a shock to her that one would care to know her name.

"where are you from ?" Soweto she said..."its just here right?, I'm from around here" so where are you from she asked me" Limpopo" i said with a proud voice 

She looked at me smiled,shook her head said" really? wow! i thought you from Cape Town. I didn't care to ask her why she thought that so i laughed it off and asked her where she lives now
"I sleep just about anywhere....Noma ikuphi! but mostly parks".

Listening to this woman i had come to a conclusion she had a certain level of education.Her English was clear even though  the occasional drop of Zulu words she understood me and i got her clearly

"How old are you".."24" she said. "kids?" i asked politely and she shook her head

i was surprised,this girl is one year older than me and looking at her you would swear shes 30 if not 35.
The life on the streets and must have taken a toll on her. I tried holding back my tears which i think i achieved quite well

"Why her?" i asked myself

"How do you survive, i mean i cant even walk at night because I'm terrified something bad will happen to me, especially because you are a woman?"

"Now is fine because everyone knows me,it was hard at first i was every boy's relieve system" all the older guys used to rape me until one day i stabbed one of them with a piece of steel bar i had picked up from the street.Now no guys dares to come close to me", she said with an angry voice

I literally froze, i could not believe my ears.Why does this woman trust me with such information? but none the less i kept on listening

"You are right, you should never walk at night,its not safe..this boys will take your belongings and if you don't have anything they will hit you" she warned me and this time she maintained eye contact

I nodded and continued to ask her questions, i wanted to deviate from what she had just told me.It was too much for me to take, I couldn't imagine going through what she went thorough and still be able to look forward to another day

"So why did you leave home"? i asked

"Eish its hard, my sister" this time she took a deep breath and shook her head slowly or rather heavily
I knew what ever it was it must have been bad,she was able to tell me about the rape and the stabbing without any hesitation but this Gugu was holding back

could this be the root of this problem, what eventually led her to the streets? 

Stay tuned to find out