This is a story from Machakos, we are sharing the story for good parenting and the impact of COVID-19 to our society.
I was sitting near my brother Mutiso listening to Kagwe’s daily Corona virus briefing, thoughts of how we had spent the week with my brother at home overwhelmed my mind.
My mother was in her sixth day mandatory quarantine after she was caught up by curfew hours leaving the two of us lonely as dad had died some years back.
I remembered how we were in a state of fear and confusion the first day mum didn’t make it home.
“Don’t cry”, my brother’s voice woke me up from deep thoughts. It was then that I realized tears were rolling down my cheeks.
He held my hand, pulled me towards him, I rested in his chest, I felt the brotherly love and care.
Mutiso was not affect by the issue much as I did, being three years older than me and him being a man as mum used to tell him dictated it all.
I blame that hoot of an owl on the first night mum was away. It filled me with fear, fear grew as the hoot could be heard some steps away from our house.
I asked my brother for a company for the night as I could not make it alone.
That was the beginning of the end of my happiness.
In my brother’s bed, I felt him too close, I noticed his heart rate was increasing. With time he was getting warm. I assumed all was well.
I was almost sleeping when I felt my brother forcing his knee between my legs.
A soft touch then followed on my breasts and thighs. I felt like objecting but I was slow in reacting. I was too weak to utter a word at that point.
I woke up the next day with a lot of pain in my genitals that was the genesis of my troubles.
It`s now three and a half months, pregnant to my brother’s child. Being in class seven I see no future. Am confused and emotionally sick. My dreams are shattered and my hopes tattered. Neither can I blame corona nor my parent. I carry the blame and supplicate to the Almighty ‘FORGIVE ME LORD FOR I HAVE SINNED’