Violated

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He was an upcoming preacher

Married five years

He had an opportunity

To preach at a big church

He told his young wife

'Please lock the doors,

put the children to bed early

pray before you sleep

I will call you immediately I get there

I will be back first thing tomorrow morning.'

She prepared the children

Drove them to school

Tidied up the house

Went to work

Picked the children from school

Did homework, prepared lunch

It thundered

Day turned to night so fast

They slept off.

She couldn't breathe

Something was crushing her throat.

She struggled

It was a hand

She kicked and groaned

Opened her eyes

There were six of them

With guns, machetes and knives

'Where is the money?'

She pointed to the room

She was yanked up

She led them to the room

They took all the cash and jewellery

She cooperated.

They took all the valuables

Everything!

Their leader turned to her

Fondled her breasts

Tore her clothes

She wouldn't dare scream

Her two little girls

Asleep in the living room

What if they heard her scream?

What if they ran to the room?

What if they see her like this?

What if they get raped!

Teeth clenched, she bore it.

One after the other

Gun pointed down her throat

They took turns

The filled every opening

Chocked every space

She was their sport

They plundered her mercilessly

She was battered, bruised, broken and buried

Yet they persisted

Like a pack of Wolves

Like a pack of Hyenas

She died.

He found the doors wide open

He entered cautiously

'What could have happened?'

The living room was in disarray

He saw his daughters

Sleeping peacefully on the sofas

He was gone for only one day

And she couldn't even keep...

He saw her, in a pool of blood

Right by the bedroom door

He picked her up

Oh Jesus! Jesus!

He broke out in tongues.

He didn't quite understand it

Everything was a blur

He felt a garment envelope him

His inner man kicked in

He carried her into the car

Took his daughters to the neighbours flat

Drove like Mad Max

Got her to the hospital

She had a faint pulse

She had lost a lot of blood

She might not make it

He laughed at the doctor

She will make it!

He was so sure

He had no doubt

She made it

She came out of the coma within 24 hours

She was stitched and repaired

He was by her side

Every word in an angelic tongue

He rented a new apartment

He didn't want her traumatized

He got the best psychiatrists

Please help her, please

She responded, bit by bit

Her shattered reality was put together

He was with her, standing by her

She saw in his eyes

Who she really was

It helped her heal

The bleeding though did not stop

The issue of blood thing

The doctors said she had cancer

He was shocked

Can rape cause cancer?

Another year rolled by

The blood flow persisted

He fasted, he prayed, he skabashed

Doctors prescribed drugs

Chemotherapy

Nothing worked!

One day he asked her

Why is it you don't want this blood flow to stop?

She: What do you mean?

He: I know you, I have loved you since we were young adults if you want something you have a certain urgency but in this case, you have been flaccid. What is wrong?

She: The images in my head are killing me. I keep seeing them, I think I am broken forever, I want to die!

He: And what about me? What about our children? Did you even consider us in your ruminations? Were we even a factor?

She: You will move on. They will be fine. I am done!

He: I love you...

She: I got tired, I forgot to lock the door, I slept off. I keep asking myself why I was so foolish. Was it that I wanted this to happen to me? Why didn't I lock the door? Why did I sleep off? I put my children at risk though you warned me. It was all my fault

He: It is not your fault.

She: Then is it God's fault? Did God permit it to teach me a lesson? Was it because I didn't pray?

He: The thief did this. The enemy did this. It is not your fault and God is not to blame. God will never teach you a lesson this way.

She cried.

He told God 'Father, please take these images away from her head, take away the burden of guilt and shame, give her the oil of gladness, give her a reason to live in Jesus name. Amen.

That night as she slept, she saw herself nursing a set of twins.

The bleeding stopped!

The next morning, she found herself desiring to go out

They went for a picnic

They went to the cinema

They went shopping

They went to see friends and relatives

The conversation shifted away from self

Joy ushered in hope

Hope made her hormones sing

She returned to his bed

One year later