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LETTER TO MA
<p><br></p><p> It all started that night. I know you will not remember, you were too busy being enticed by the cheap liquor that roamed the air and the falsetto voice of the Nigerian man you and your friends danced to.
</p><p> He walked into my room that night. I never knew anyone would be so deft in sneaking into other people’s rooms. I didn’t know he was there until I felt a touch inbetween my thighs and for a minute, I felt it was snake trying to curl up my legs so, I jumped up at once only to see your husband so close to my face, trying to share the air that I breathe. He too had that smell of liquor but his, mixed with perfume, you could tell it was schlock. His eyes were red and he sweated in a way he couldn’t control. At once, I dragged the covers up to my neck and my other palm covered my nose. His stench reminded me of the beer parlour that was quite close to our house, he was disgusting.
</p><p> My first instinct was to jump off the bed. There was no way I could fight a man his size so I tried to run but he held my hair so tight I couldn’t move, I just screamed and he dragged me to the ground before punching my belly. Never have I felt that kind of pain. I screamed again but he slapped me and I became quiet. No one could hear me... no one came. The grin on his face widened as he saw the fear in my eyes grow and slowly, bits of his sweat dropped on my skin.
</p><p>I watched him pulling his zipper down and tears grew more in my eyes.
</p><p>Then he looked at me distastefully and said “you’re lucky I’m in no mood to play tonight.”
</p><p> He stood up from me and walked out, leaving me lying on the ground soaked in my own tears. I could not believe what had just happened. Never had I felt so weak. I blame myself for not stopping him, for not fighting harder but I blame you too mother.
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LETTER TO MA
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