Early one morning at the junction of a street was a naked 12-year-old girl who had just been beaten mercilessly by the owner of a liquor shop.
This little 12-year-old who was stripped naked at the glare of every passerby, bleed all over her body by the intense strokes of cain she was dealt with.
The liquor shop owner didn’t careless about the wounds nor the nakedness of this girl, nor by the stare of those seated at her shop drinking their lives away in the early hours of a new day.
Anguished in pain and shame this little 12-year-old cried out with hurt, but the more her voice was raised the more she was dealt the strokes of cain and thrown upon the stinging sand rubbing on the bleeding cuts on her flesh.
In my rage and curiosity to know what in the world this girl must have done to be dealt with so badly and publicly in the streets, I covered her with a scarf on my neck, and beckoned on another girl (her elder sister) to get her a dress to wear, but her sister in fear of being beaten by her ‘madam’ hesitated, and whispered to me that she would be beaten herself if she tried to help.
I approached the shop owner who by this time of my interfering had gone into her shop and inquired of her why she has dealt with the little girl so badly. To my amazement, the liquor shop owner said to me that the 12-year-old who is her niece that she brought from the village with her sister, urinated on herself the night before while sleeping.
Shocked by the flimsy reason for this torture on a girl who is just learning her right from wrong, were tears rolling down my eyes so much I could barely talk further. I turned around and discretely gave the sister to the little girl my mobile number I had scribbled on a paper.
I could see the fear amidst the tears in eyes of this 12-year-old, scared to sleep another night cause she doesn’t know if she would ‘pee’ on herself again. Some of the customers seated at the shop were laughing as they watched her naked budding body, not one stood up to stop the strokes of cain.
Night after night I would pass by this shop and see these girls selling drinks and serving customers who patronised the shop. These girls work in a ‘local alcohol joint’ that runs through midnight with drunks all over the place.
I was granted undiscussed access to see this little girl and know how she was doing and how her wound was healing up, I realized she barely has any form of education, couldn’t speak english properly, was taken from the village by her aunt to be taken care of in the city together with her elder sister.
The elder sister revealed to me that they barely have enough time to sleep before resuming at the shop by 7am the following day cause the shop closes mostly after midnight, she said they live with their aunt in a single room apartment with a detached shared toilet, so they use a bucket for their convenience, but because of how tired they are when they close from the shop at midnight, the little girl is not able to stand up to use the bucket to ease herself, so she unconsciously does the needful.
She further revealed that, she had no idea what living in the city with her aunt was going to be like, as she thought they were coming to have a far better life and to perhaps acquire an education. Little did they know that the freedom they once enjoyed in the village with their biological parents who are still alive was going to become a nightmare in the city.
Questions kept popping in my mind, wondering on what these girls were going through or have gone through at this young age?
So many supposed young house-helps, sale-girls/boys and the torture they get from their bosses.
Like I would always say, to know the measure of one’s love tank, check how horribly different their maid is from their children. Why are there so many tattered and hungry looking house-helps at the back seat of a family car, while the children and parent are so beautiful nourished.
Why are there so many tortured house-helps, sales girls/boys etc. Why do relatives with deceit pickup there relatives,nieces/nephews/cousins etc from the village in the name of taking care of them in the city.
What happened to love and care?
The amount of neglect and child rape/abuse we have all over the world is alarming.
Let us say no to child abuse!
Dear Child, I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future”. Jeremiah 29:11.
Relax! Everything will work out just fine.