I get emails from everywhere. Each one means a lot because it means someone has taken the time and the pain to say something to me. That’s something. Recently I got one from Adjoa. She had a poem she wanted me to take a look at. I thought it was okay, not exceptionally striking. That was before she replied, telling me the story behind it.
It was too good, too strong, too powerful to keep to myself. So I thought to share it with you. Adjoa, tell ‘em.
* * *
I visited a friend of mine a couple of months ago. As we talked longer, she began to talk about a guy who had abused her- where abused means, she was playing wife, from all directions to
him (this was happening in his and her hostel on campus). She cooked his meals, cleaned his room and in addition warmed his bed. This guy made her believe that he was going to be with her even after school and yet he skyped his other girlfriends with her laptop.
My friend hadn’t gotten broken yet, until i told her of my very similar story. Amazingly it was the same guy Read More I Deserve- from an exploited choirister.