Lets talk-

Lets talk-

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Lets talk about the little girl,
On her way back from school,
Whose stars were grasped
from the future and squashed;
Whose fire was doused without
Reaching its peak;
Whose spotlight was dimmed,
Whilst her stage was just being
Built…

Lets talk about how poets
Have a duty to uphold;
To speak out for the young one
Whose future was stolen,
A bundle of innocence:
Robbed by those who know better,
Robbed by those who are part of us
A society to be held accountable.

Lets talk about the future,
In the words that we string along,
How to make a haven where,
Children can walk;
For the streets are made up
Of mere stone and rock,
Its we (humans) who make it,
Unsafe for all.
lets try to do better.
Lets try to be better…

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Mental Health Friday #24

Mental Health Friday #24

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I had a pretty good childhood until around the age of six, that was when I was raped for the first time. I was a kid, I didn’t tell anyone and I didn’t know how to handle the trauma. I turned to smoking at that young age. We had a security guard in the estate and he introduced me to it. The assault didn’t stop at the age of six and by the time I turned ten, I’d been raped two more times by different men. 

We moved from that area to a different state, but I was already hooked to smoking (I went on to smoke for about ten years); maybe it was a coping mechanism for me.
I was ten. I knew I was depressed and became suicidal as well. I tried to kill myself but didn’t go through with it; I guess, despite it all, a part of me wanted to live.

When I got into grade 10, I had a really bad time there, which forced me to look within myself. I realised, my life was a mess but I wanted to be better; I felt that I could do better. I overheard my parents talking about a colleague of theirs who was a psychiatrist, so, I stole his contacts and called him. We talked on the phone and he fixed an appointment for me. All of these, I did, without the knowledge of my parents.

I was diagnosed with depression and post traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). He put me on medications but I never took them; Compliance to medication is not my strong suit.
Still, I kept on seeing him once every week. It was liberating, talking about everything without feeling like everything that happened was my fault, the rapes were my fault. I was fortunate to have a great psychiatrist.

My parents didn’t know I was seeing their colleague as my Psychiatrist, and so, one time, we met in public and my parents introduced me to him as their daughter. We exchanged greetings and he pretended he didn’t know me. I loved that he did.

I kept on seeing him secretly until I graduated from high school, I never went back after that. (I’ve been thinking a lot about going back now ). Although now, I can say that I learnt what I need to do for myself and how to take care of my mental health.

Still, I have so much anger bottled up inside about our attitude towards mental illness, molestation, child abuse and just things like these- I mean it is right there, happening before our eyes, but we just don’t see it. People think that if you are depressed or traumatised, there’s this somber image you fit into- but I wasn’t. I was the noisy bubbly child, the people pleaser and did not fit into “that image” at all. We are so self absorbed that we never pick up on the little things.

I find it brave of people who put a face to their mental illnesses and the trauma they’ve experienced.
So, this is it, my story. The journey of a child victim to an adult survivor and warrior.


This week’s Mental Health story is about someone who requested to remain anonymous and I respect that. Thank you very much for sharing the story of your bravery and for reminding us once again- Rape is NEVER the victim’s fault.

To everyone who showed up every friday to read these personal stories of our journey with mental, thank you very much for supporting this; with your stories and your emails and your likes and comments and shares. It is a blessing.

If you’d love to contribute and share your story on Mental health Friday, I’d love to have you. You can contact me on My email address: mykahani@yahoo.com.

 

R- Rape, there I said it

R- Rape, there I said it

 

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The Shock on their faces,
And the line of their lips,
Spoke much more than words,
Ever uttered could speak,
When she stood up
Gallantly,
On a 9 am
Assembly,
I was a victim of rape,
There- I said it.

Enshrouded by shame,
And Shadowed by fear,
For five years I wallowed,
Under the victim’s umbrella,
The word- I couldn’t utter,
Four letters of terror,
Hidden by society-
It happened to me.

The shock on their faces,
And the silence abound,
Fuelled up her drive,
As she spoke on her life,
She mentioned statitics,
And looked at the crowd-
Rape- Is a crime,
And shame is a lie.
You’ve a right to your story,
Your body,
Your mind.

Rape Victims’ Injustice: Speaking Out

Rape Victims’ Injustice: Speaking Out

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    It’s 3am in the morning and while normal human beings are asleep I am fully and wide awake ready to Rant! Yes, because of the horrific crime I just read about which has made me begin to lose faith in humanity.

     In Early 2013, a 16 year old teenage girl while returning to her home from a funeral was attacked and repeatedly gang raped by 6 men. Her unconscious body was later found dumped in a latrine. This heinous crime happened in a rural village in Kenya, Africa. Oh, and that’s just part of the story. It turns out that she reported the crime to the authorities and despite the brutality of the crime and the injuries she sustained which includes a broken spine, three out of the six men were given a punishment of grass cutting and then freed. Yes! Their punishment for “gang-raping” is to cut grass. They might as well have been given a pat on the back and told well- done.

         Seriously, when did humans become so insensitive that a crime such as rape is treated like no crime at all. It takes courage, it takes strength to stand up and speak out against such a crime especially when it is directed at one, and for it to be treated as nothing is heartbreaking and demoralizing. I cant begin to imagine what Liz (that’s what she’s called) and her family are going through especially after the mediocre punishment given to the perpetrators. She deserves justice.

         As expected, such injustice created an uproar in the journalism and activism world and lately, a petition called #Justice4Liz has gotten over one million signatures, calling for action against the perpetrators. It’s been about a year now since the incident, and one of the six assaulters is set to go on trial.

       The authorities say they are trying and no doubt they are trying to reduce the rates of sexual violence incidence, but here’s the thing- it’s not enough. In reality, the cases of sexual violence has increased this year. The assaulters need to know that they cant and won’t get away with sexual crimes; such a law should be enforced. Women should be allowed to feel safe again, it’s high time.

I stand by Liz and every other woman out there who despite the odds they encountered in their journey for justice still stayed headstrong, determined and didn’t give up. They are the warriors. Stay safe, stay strong,
                           Sticks & Stones