Tamara
I jumped up from bed,I looked at the time it was just 6 in the morning, thank goodness am not late for work today.
Life had really been unfair to me,it was really hard struggling to fend for myself at a young age.
there where times I thought I would die,but death seems to be far from me .
I was know in the neighbourhood as badluck, everyone kept their distance away from me, am just an 18 years old girl lonely and misrable.
I had no idea who my parents where,the orphanage that took care of me till I was 7 said they they found me at the dustbin just with a wrapper and my date of birth attached to my body so they took me in but since then things became bad for them so they threw me out ,I didn't give birth to myself I had been trying to survive since then, I turned into a thief just to survive, I stole from many places, most times I was caught and almost beaten to death, I wish I really die but no death was far from me .
I was bleeding for weeks nobody to take care of me, nobody to show me the love I had always wanted .
I was molested and rape twice on the street, that was the worst experience of my life, I was only 8 then, the man forced himself on me because I was helpless, I was raped by someone old enough to be my father.
I was taken in by a lady but a month later she threw me out of her house I wondered why.
I began to struggle for myself, I quit stealing and began to do all sort of odd jobs, people distance themselves from me they said am cursed.
I never had any friends it was hard going to school so I had to drop out of high school .
I cleaned the tears in my cheeks, my life is nothing to write home about .
I stood up and walked to the window in my room and Watched my age mate go to school In their flashy cars I wish I had the opportunity.
I quickly took my bath,the house I was living in was a one room apartment I had rented it this year but nothing was inside just a bathroom and an empty kitchen, I had been leaving in the street for 17 years well it's not that bad either.
I swept the floor quickly,I folded the cloth I was lying on as my bed, well don't be surprised that was the cloth my parents left me with, they don't even deserve to be called parents they are bastard.
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