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He walked to the red wall on the side where there was a white socket. The socket contained two buttons. A red and a green one. He immediately pressed the red button and the machine started grinding. The sound it produced was so loud such that I felt a buzz in my ears – tinnitus. Despite having the jacket that Baron had given me, I still could feel a cold shiver breaking through my spine. I tried to urinate but there was nothing on my bladder. I was restless with my mind soo preoccupied. I had seen what he was capable of doing and I did not want to be the victim of his acts. I swore to die trying to save myself rather than be pulled like a headless chicken. I sat on the cold floor, just next to Boyka. He seemed to be regaining his power as he moved far away from the machine. I too could not want to be near it. I moved away from it too. Baron stood just in front of us, watching us as we tried to escape out of a roundhouse. There was no way out for sure.
‘What did he want to do with us?’ I asked myself.
I could not want the thought of me being grinded by the machine coming anywhere cross to my mind. I trembled.
Baron took on of the wooden chairs and sat before us. I spaced again far away from both of them. I trusted none. They all had left scars in my life both physical and emotional. I hunched up my knees to my chin and covered myself completely with the jacket hiding my thighs.
‘Boyka!’ Baron called out on him. ‘How could she have overpowered you?’ he looked at him straight in the eyes, as he seemed to be quite ungrateful with him.
‘Tell me the reason as to why she beat you up like this.’ He asked again as he seemed to get bitter. He started biting his lower lip as the huge vein on the forehead started protruding.
This is part 5 of this story
Bella and Baron
I screamed soo loudly as I bow down my head in a bid to curb the pain inflicted on my fingers. The pain was too much to bear. I could feel the cartilage and collateral ligaments of my knee dancing to the excruciating pain forcing me to stay on the grimy floor as I writhed as a dying snake. My eyes were fixed on my broken finger as I visualized a white colored bone on it. It was broken. I mean, my finger was broken and it had exposed even the phalanges. I kept on wailing at the top of my voice until there was no sound coming from my mouth again. All my mouth and my facial muscles did were look like I was wailing but unfortunately, no sound could manage to come out.
‘My God!’ I screamed. What had he turned to? I mean, I thought Boyka was the one who had inscribed this utmost Satanism in him. At this moment, I had no doubt he was the real ‘proprietor’. I gazed at him. I was still crying at the top of my voice as I slowly writhed away from him. I could not even walk; I walked on my knees just like a toddler as I calculated to what extent I was to the door. All I wanted for now was to escape the whole mess that I had got myself into.
He slowly came forward and sat on his desk. He sat right on the place he had cut my finger on. To be much more vivid, his buttock had sat on my blood. I pushed myself quickly towards the corner near the door. I now feared him for sure. He was not going to help me at any cost. My heart was trembling so hard such that I could feel it beating. I gazed at him. I felt so bad for having assisted him get out of the club. This is what it cost me. To start with, I was naked, I hadn’t eaten a thing, I was smelling my own feaces , I had been roughed up, I had almost been raped and lastly, I had lost a finger. All this because of helping someone who I thought was my to-be boyfriend get home safely.
Bella and Baron
This was the third day. I hadn’t eaten a thing since the day I came. As they brought the food, I occasionally threw it on the walls of the dark room I was in. I was feeling the hunger deep inside me. I couldn’t continue anymore. I couldn’t bear the feeling. I had to eat. I told myself as I crawled towards the plate of food that had been placed at the doorstep on the floor. I held the plate in my arms and sat on the cold floor, it was cold. Very cold. I started eating the contents that were on the plate. I didn’t know what they were. I kept eating as I was as hungry as a hyena that had been starved for days. Back home, I was an “eater”, so you Can imagine to what extent I had been suffering.
I couldn’t imagine Baron had done this to me. I looked at myself and felt very ashamed. I had been used. How could I be here while I was trying to help Him get at my home safely? Why do Bad things happen to good people? I kept asking myself rhetorical questions now and then.
After about one hour, I put the empty plate on the ground and tried getting up.
“OH shit ” I had soiled myself. The clothes I had previous night when they had tried to cut of my neck were still on me. I would feel the heaviness of my Abdomen especially my bum. I had to remove the clothes. I slowly got up and slowly removed my entire clothes. I used the clean parts of the undressed clothes as tissue paper. I was clean though the smell inside the room had already intensified.
I started walking around in my birth suit. I couldn’t stand the stench around the room. I started banging the door as I tried to look for an exit. I also thought by banging the door, someone would come and would Give me clothes to wear. I kept banging the door continuously until I got tired. No one was answering my calls. I sat at the far most corner away from my undressed clothes. I hunched up my knees such that my head got in between my knees. I covered my head with my hands and stayed still.
‘What is the guy upto?’
‘He has been following me since I got out of school’ Sherry said to herself.
She refuted boarding to hire a taxi to take her home and she is regretting now. A tall hooded man has been following her close behind. He takes every corner she takes; he increases and lowers his speed as sherry does.
Sherry was a university girl pursuing Linguistics at undergraduate level. She had heard stories and seen ladies followed by weird looking guys and the worst could be heard of them later. She had a tight mini-skirt and a top complement with red heels and that jungle jacket covering her upper part of the body.
She continued talking to herself,
‘Is this guy following me because he has seen my legs or what?’ she walked fast as she pulled down her skirt to cover her upper part of the legs but could not make it. It was too short and the man was not stopping. It was getting dark. Seven o’clock was almost hitting. The sun had already being submerged to the west and those dark clouds had already started to colonize the entire sky. She had golden- coated earrings too. She removed them hurriedly and kept them in her purse. She got hold of her phone and dialed a call to her mum.
‘’….leave a message…’’
She got angry and reshuffled the phone back to her purse. The man kept following her as if scrutinizing what she was upto.
| PART ONE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP |
| PART TWO: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 2|
| PART THREE: KAREN: THE UNDISPUTED KIDNAP 3 |
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Costa lifted her up and started walking towards one of the private rooms. The club’s wall was lined with silver plated rims together with the rare shiny sapphires, which made the aisle to the insides extremely gorgeous. The blue red dim lights along the aisle were just ‘on point’ was they anchored them towards their final destination. Costa held her up above his torso as he walked. Their hungry lips would say high to each other as they continued walking. Little did he know Kate’s plan. Deep inside her, she also had that negative feeling that anything would happen to her. The fact that she had seen the weapon for mass destruction inside his coat, she felt threatened. Nevertheless, she kept herself strong.
They arrived at a certain dark corridor with minimal romantic lights leading to a gold-plated door. He walked until he halted at the doorstep. At the top of the door, was a plate written ‘COSTA’. It was his private room. He slowly put her down and placed his right palm on the sensor at the door, which recognized him. The door opened after a number of clicks. He lifted her up once again and walked inside locking the door using his leg. He dropped her on the massive bed. She glowed in beauty. Using her investigative eyes, she started observing the room’s contents and design. She explored the interiors seductively as she exhumed every part of herself that she wanted Costa to view. She knew how to keep him interested. She kept turning and twisting on top of the bed as she glared at the room’s beauty.
In front of her, was a huge screen that showed the ongoing inside the club. She would see her friends Sharon and Clare taking strange men for a ride as they danced electrically. She was positive about the plan.
This article revolves around the holistic management of victims/survivors of sexual violence in the Kenyan region. This encompasses all the aspects of life that in the long run reduces the complications of sexual violence if at all they are followed to the latter. In most cases, management of sexual violence for survivors in Kenya is done in an atomistic way such that the victim doesn’t achieve complete liberty from the sexual violence episode. This culminates to later psychological, physical, mental and emotional distress that disturbs the victims. To sum up the introduction, the male child has being neglected when it comes to sexual assaults management. When the term sexual violence hits the headlines, all eyes turn on the girl child manipulation rather than focusing also on the boys who are assaulted. Most of the boys/men who are affected end up shying away from opening up to people about the assault. They face challenging psychological trauma because of the societal and community attitudes about men and their masculinity.
DEFINATION OF TERMS
Multi-sectorial management–when you manage something or a situation using the multi-sectorial management, you encompass and counter the problem in a holistic way such that you cater for all the possible outcomes that could come with it. Different disciplines interact to facilitate the positive recovery of a certain victim.
Sexual Violence – sexual act committed against someone without their consent or without them freely getting submissive to the act. It includes accomplished or attempted penetration of a victim. Examples of sexual violence include:-
- Date rape
- Drug induced /alcohol facilitated
- Non-physically forced sexual act in which happens after a person has been verbally pressured or by methods of intimidation without their consent
- Spousal rape
- Statutory rape
- Sexual abuse with people with disability
Survivors of sexual violence – these are the victims who have survived accomplished or attempted sexual violence. They are often psychologically unprivileged.
Gender Based Violence (GBV)–this is any type of cruelty directed or targeted against at individuals or groups on basis of their gender. According to research, a significant number of women will at some point in their life experience gender based violence. However, the number of boys/men who experience GBV is unknown.
MULTISECTORIAL APPROACH IN MANAGEMENT OF SURVIVORS OF SEXUAL VIOLENCE
In the scaling up of multi-sectorial approaches to management of survivors of sexual violence, we take a look at the various sectors or disciplines that are responsible for taking over the mandate to assist the survivors of sexual violence. The disciplines involved in the multi-sectorial management of survivors of sexual violence include:-
- Health Management
- Psychosocial Management
- Security Management of the victim.
- Legal /Justice Management of the victim
The collaboration of this disciplines facilitates quick recovery and positive psychological state of the victims. In case any of the disciplines is omitted, the chances of recovery fully from the ordeal could complicate in the future or culminate to worse situations for the individual.
Creative works by: Melting Ice Towers
We sometimes fall victims of certain undesirable circumstances or unacceptable lifestyles that we are at times left of no choice but to take their course and embrace them. In some extents, we tend to do them for life or for such a long period to fulfil a certain reward or gain from what we want. Some might not agree with this article but you will find some sense in it.
In this world, there are many things which go against the normal activities of a human being. They are viewed as abnormal/vices. Some refer to them as taboos. Things like prostitution and the likes. When the people in the community get a hint that so and so is a prostitute, their attitudes towards them abruptly changes to the negative. The community doesn’t endorse such acts. They are crowned all sorts of bad names and tagged with mannerisms of immorality. In some communities, they are burnt!
Do you ask yourself these questions before judging the people you see…?
‘Why is he/she in prostitution?’
‘Why is the 12 year old kid in prostitution?’
‘Do you think all of the culprits enjoy what they do?’
Have you employed the ‘bottom approach’ in diagnosing the root problem of the high influx of teens in this kind of lifestyle?
We hope this story touches your heart in one way or the other to help you come into reality about this growing sector.
Not all people who got in this business are happy or chose to be. To some, circumstances forced them to do what they would previously have imagined.
Currently, Mary is a third year student pursuing Economics and Finance in a certain prestigious university. She is currently aged 26yrs and she has plans of setting up a foundation to help young poor ladies. That’s so generous of her! But do you know why? You need to know her roots.
Her background wasn’t s good as you would maybe expect it to be. She had actually given up completely on life. All she wanted was to drop down dead one day. She just didn’t know the mechanism to eliminate herself from this world.
At age 8, her parents were killed in a mysterious way by people who had previously made contact with her. She actually knew them. It wasn’t just the normal death as she recalls. It was a horrendous night! She watched in disbelief as they breathed their last.
check out before reading this : TEMPTING WAVE PART ONE
She rolled from side to side in a bid to get some sleep. She kept rotating her slender beautiful body wondering where her life was to start. Her eyes were open and her face could tell it all. She was unsettled. She could not find sleep though. The ceaseless sounds that emanated from the other houses next to her could not even make her have peace with herself. She was in sixes and sevens. When other couples were living life, when other children were being pampered by their parents, when other families were planning make over’s and good life strategy, Joy was in a dilemma. She was between a rock and a hard place. She was torn between two worlds. She had to choose between becoming the woman of the night and begging.
By: Ken N Speranza
Check out HANNAH AND OLIVER PART ONE of this story
Oliver got to his house; he thunderously banged the door open using his right leg and sat on the carpeted floor. His both hands had held his head. Those tears, which people would like to, hide publicly were busy rolling down his face. He held his chin. Looking at the place she had slept, he got up and walked to the sofa where she had lay and got hold of the seat covers. He put them in his nose, sniffed them strongly, and later held them close to his heart. This is the time he realized that he had lost something big in his life. He took a paper and a pencil from the shelf at a certain beautiful corner and put the land cruiser’s identification numbers on paper. He rushed upstairs, wore his big jungle jacket, and also put in place a machete. He was determined to do this. He was going after Hannah.