I banged on the door. Once. Twice. I told myself if she pretended not to acknowledge my presence she will have to pay for that, in a few minutes.
“I will be on the other side of this door in five minutes. Whether you open the door or not“.
I could hear her cry. I could hear her trying to dial a couple numbers. But she was making no headway with that. No one could possibly hear her with all the sniffs and irritating sounds that came with it. And no one cared. I made sure of that. That with this one, no one cared.
She unlocked the door. Defeated. Resigned. A mess.
I did my thing, and was done with the girl in an hour. She kicked. Punched. Wailed. Screamed. Well at least she tried to kick. Tried to punch. Tried to wail. Tried to scream. She was too beaten to do anything, really. A punch to the gut will do that to a female.
(Every dawn, five children wake up defiled, three people end up dead and two women are raped, according to police statistics.) http://fidakenya.org/2011/01/rape-in-kenya/
Warrup my good people.
Somewhat ironic for a branded-asshole to be Passionateabout the (ignored) issue that is Security-for-the-female huh. Well, I give a shit about it, man.
I have the most bubbly (sometimes annoyingly so) Sister in the world. That lady is probably the source of all the energy I slap in your faces everyday! And .. FUCK.
Her fiancé better know that before he formally takes over the Secure-her role later in the year, I’m always behind her, gun in hand. I FUCKING SWEAR.
Anyway.
I don’t know what I can do to help with this Cause. All I know is I want to HELP. Badly. Desperately even. So if any of you have any ideas as to how I can do that >> bmuchelule@gmail.com
Love.