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Time to stand. time to go

Time to stand, time to go
Here we are the 3 of us, my mother, my sister and me. Our few belongings could fit into one bag. We had left him but he had left us first, taking all the furniture he and my mother had bought together, leaving for us the few clothes that he thought were due to us. We were going to my grandparent’s house. My mother a bruised and battered 27 year old, nothing had been too hard or cruel to throw at her fragile frame, she could take anything, from fists to bricks and now on every face brick I can see my mother’s face too. The red color of the brick is colored with my mother’s blood. The brick was a sign, it told us it was time to go, and the heavy thud that came from the blow to my mother’s face was our church bell chiming time to go, time to stand.

My mother’s warm blood trickled onto her floral skirt whose flowers immediately wilted and died. Instead of a beautiful scent we could smell death and fear, time to go, time to stand. It was our independence day we were free and this time our flowers would not die. Independence did not last very long, there was another destroyer waiting and lurking in the future, the dark side of the future, you can’t stand up in the dark you have to go where there is light. He was tall and big and he came to steal my hard won freedom, to colonize my fragile body for his selfish needs, he showed me something strange but always in secret, always when no one else could see, it happened in the dark and when it was over I could feel something flow inside me. He violated my young mind and body and made me a woman before my time. Just as my father had trampled on my mother’s flowers, he deflowered me and for eight years he killed my roses and destroyed my lilies and blocked the sun from my sunflowers. He was winning only until I came back from a new class in 6th grade, the teacher told me that my flowers could not be taken she called it sexual abuse and that it was wrong. From that class I knew I would stand again. Life’s battles are not fought in one single fight;we stand up for every day.

Comments

angelique gatsinzi's picture

Strong Woman

What a beautiful and inspiring account of your terrible past. You are a true inspiration to women everywhere, I feel your pain in this story and I pray that you continue to stand strong and continue to bloom for the world to see. Yours is a story to share with other women to give them the strength to see beyond the suffering.

Welcome to World Pulse and I really hope this story makes it into the magazine because it moved me deeply.

sibusisiweyona's picture

thank you sister

hi
wow i felt the same when i read your story i literally saw you those many years back thank you for reading my story and finding some inspiration from it. i am standing and i always do although things can get harder. God bless you

Sibusisiwe

Cathy M's picture

Your story is beautifully

Your story is beautifully written with a strong and unique sense of honesty. It is clear that you have gained strength to face the pain you have experienced in your past. Your voice and your story are truly inspiring. Keep standing up.

Cathy

sibusisiweyona's picture

merci!

i am very greatful to evreyone who finds inspiration in a little piece of my life. thank you for reading it and appreciating it, i will keep writing. Be blessed

Sibusisiwe

Beverly Rose's picture

Dear Sibusisiwe, I am awed

Dear Sibusisiwe,

I am awed and humbled as I read your story. I am awed and humbled at your courage, not to mention how beautifully you write!

I work as a domestic violence/sex assault advocate and am always amazed - and inspired - at the strength of women when they stand up to the violence. There is no doubt that you can - and are - inspiring and motivating women everywhere, of all ages.

In peace,
beverly

sibusisiweyona's picture

wow awed

thank you i love that word awed it makes me feel like i achieved a lot and that i am really special which i am. i am happy that i inspired you and will inspire a others. you continue to help those women and assure them that they are strong and can stand

thank you Beverly

Stay blessed

Kagwii's picture

Beautiful

You tell your painful experience in a beautiful way, resonating courage and strength. May you continue to shine and to inspire many women across the globe with your story of courage.
Blessings,
Purity

sibusisiweyona's picture

thank you

yes terrible things happen and they happen to people who do not deserve it but the idea is to rise above it. i rose above my situation and am still rising thanks for reading my story

regards and blessings

Sibusisiwe

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