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WALKING ALONG THE DARK PATH BY; RIANAT WAHAB
It was a Saturday morning and also a summer season in the city of London and my children had gone with their father to visit their grandparents for summer vacation in Camden town. I felt a relief, I wouldn’t have to mop the floor repeatedly or deal with their naughtiness although I missed them especially my little princess, ‘Sharon” who reminded of my late younger sister who died some years ago and my first and only son, Stephen who was a carbon copy of his father, both from his looks and character.
I turned on the TV set and sat on the Sofa, I won’t be lonely after all since my best friend Gabriella is coming over for a visit. I wanted to listen to the news before her arrival I know I might never have a chance to do so when she arrives because she was always loaded with bundle of unending gists. We both worked at Knight Media, located at Barbon Halley where I discussed rape issues and how to overcome depression.
The news headline caught my attention, ‘a teenage girl committed suicide due to depression’. I gasped, I could remember my teenage years, memories of the experiences I had weakened my nerves. I walked along the dark path but I was able to find the light on time at the end of the tunnel.
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“Shut up! Idiot…”
“Don’t tell me to shut up. You are a fool, I caught you when you dropped that skinny girl in front of the gate…I’m going to kill you.”
I saw her grabbed a mug and flung it towards him, he made a move to avoid getting hit by the mug but it was too late, he got hit right in the head. He held his head and he couldn’t help but stared at his own blood which oozed out of his head like a running tap. He looked up fiercely at her, I knew he won’t take it lightly with her. I took my handbag and shoved my little sister who wouldn’t stop crying aside like a bag of rice before I get beaten in the process, the last time they fought, I ended up having a sprain. My younger sister increased the volume of her voice, she wailed more and as a young girl of five who had been exposed to violence at a tender age, the only way she could react to mum and Dad’s almost everyday quarrel was to cry which didn’t help matters. I saw how dad leapt towards mum with a clenched fist in a bid to blow her to death like an hungry lion who had just found a prey,it was a pity I couldn’t wait to see who won the fight, I have important things to attend to than to watch those cat and rat fight till day break.
I walked towards Shoalin bar, it was late in the night and I knew my parents wouldn’t even bother nor care to look for me. It had always been like that since I was twelve years old and for six years now ,I had been made to accept my fate.
The Shaolin bar had always been a place where I derive peace and enough time for myself. I don’t need to think about what to eat or what to drink, as long as I was ready to have fun with any of the men patronizing the bar, I would have the opportunity to eat as much as I desire. But tonight I...
I turned on the TV set and sat on the Sofa, I won’t be lonely after all since my best friend Gabriella is coming over for a visit. I wanted to listen to the news before her arrival I know I might never have a chance to do so when she arrives because she was always loaded with bundle of unending gists. We both worked at Knight Media, located at Barbon Halley where I discussed rape issues and how to overcome depression.
The news headline caught my attention, ‘a teenage girl committed suicide due to depression’. I gasped, I could remember my teenage years, memories of the experiences I had weakened my nerves. I walked along the dark path but I was able to find the light on time at the end of the tunnel.
*************************************
“Shut up! Idiot…”
“Don’t tell me to shut up. You are a fool, I caught you when you dropped that skinny girl in front of the gate…I’m going to kill you.”
I saw her grabbed a mug and flung it towards him, he made a move to avoid getting hit by the mug but it was too late, he got hit right in the head. He held his head and he couldn’t help but stared at his own blood which oozed out of his head like a running tap. He looked up fiercely at her, I knew he won’t take it lightly with her. I took my handbag and shoved my little sister who wouldn’t stop crying aside like a bag of rice before I get beaten in the process, the last time they fought, I ended up having a sprain. My younger sister increased the volume of her voice, she wailed more and as a young girl of five who had been exposed to violence at a tender age, the only way she could react to mum and Dad’s almost everyday quarrel was to cry which didn’t help matters. I saw how dad leapt towards mum with a clenched fist in a bid to blow her to death like an hungry lion who had just found a prey,it was a pity I couldn’t wait to see who won the fight, I have important things to attend to than to watch those cat and rat fight till day break.
I walked towards Shoalin bar, it was late in the night and I knew my parents wouldn’t even bother nor care to look for me. It had always been like that since I was twelve years old and for six years now ,I had been made to accept my fate.
The Shaolin bar had always been a place where I derive peace and enough time for myself. I don’t need to think about what to eat or what to drink, as long as I was ready to have fun with any of the men patronizing the bar, I would have the opportunity to eat as much as I desire. But tonight I...
