My eyes clouded with tears. There was no where I could go if they turned me out of the house. We had no relatives that I knew of. I didn’t have friends I could go to for help. I didn’t have much money with me and most importantly, I was pregnant and shivering from the cold of the rain.
I tried to beg them to allow me to spend the night in the house but I hadn’t finished when my father snatched the bowl of food I was holding in my hands and flung it at me. The food poured all over me with pepper and oil splattered all across my body. I looked down at my body and burst into tears. Why, I cried. Why did you do that? Why did you do that to me?
He could have at least pushed me out of the house and locked the door behind me but my parents just could never be happy till they had watched me cry. I was angry. I wanted to curse them. To yell at them for being so wicked to me but they were my parents, and I couldn’t say that to them.
My mother hit me on the neck with a stick she had fetched out of nowhere and my father pushed me out of the house into the raining dark night.
I knocked, begged them to let me in but they didn’t. I knocked and begged for quite a while but the rain drowned most of my sounds and my parents did not answer me. I stopped knocking after a while so as not to attract the attention of any possible person looking for someone to hurt that night but mostly, it was because of rapists. They had become my most dreaded nightmare.
There was no verandah or balcony in our house and there was nowhere to hide. I stood by the door and hugged my body tight and didn’t sleep a wink all through the night.