Abuse

Unaware of what was about to unfold when we arrived in Aldgate in the heart of the city, my son Saj (Veer from my life story) and I boarded the …

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. This little girl had a big brother.  He was exactly one year older than the little girl. And to the little …

  If you haven’t read it already, Part 1 is available here     In the weeks before I could arrive in Nairobi, as X’s parents were absolutely desperate to help …

“There’s always a gun to my head. You don’t understand … The pressure … If I say or do the wrong thing, they will come at me. I can’t say …

Before the incident with Maya at Jai’s school, I saw the children regularly, a few times a week and on the weekends. After the humiliation I faced at the school …

I hit him. Yes. The man I loved. The father of my children. I hit him. I can’t remember why it happened. The only memory I have is this snapshot: …

2001 May 14th: I’m nervous. I check my face in my compact mirror one last time before I go in. I’m wearing my usual misty-grey coloured contact lenses, a flash …

The following happened in this order as I remember it, but I’ve taken some creative license with the timeline and dates to write it in a present-day format. I obviously …

I didn’t even know I was a victim of child sexual abuse until I was much older, that what had happened was actually inappropriate behaviour for a child and a …

I often wonder what kind of person I would have turned out to be had I not suffered in the ways that I did, and I shudder to think that …