A turn in life

Posted: January 14, 2014 in Uncategorized

She was a girl I knew, a girl that I saw every evening on my way home from school. The first time I saw her, she looked very young. Everything in me told me that she could not have been more than just a few years older than me. She gave birth at a tender age, she must have been only seventeen or eighteen years old. She did all she could or knew to sustain herself and the newborn. A young black beauty she was. The young baby wore a face of rejection, her eyes were so sad, the black beauty desired to be loved and held. I had no clue of how to deal with this or how to help her.
The young new mother sold alcohol and her body to willing buyers. These buyers were in plenty then. She knew that she was very pretty and had her way with men. She may have desired to be more than what she was but her educational qualifications, background did not give her the opportunity to go beyond the village, to explore her talents, to continue her education, she had to do all that she could to sustain herself and her child. She had no one to turn to, no shoulder to lean on, not a soul to reassure her in life. All she had was her black beauty baby and herself.
When she went to “work” she left black beauty alone in the house, no one to attend to her cry, change her wet diapers, or feed her. The neighbors would complain but they would barely do anything more to assist the young mother. They did what they could and when they could. They let their children play with black beauty, feed her as they fed their own children, let her stay in their house when the mother was nowhere in sight and night was falling. When her only support and parent had neglected her there were neighbors and other children to care for her, give the little company that they could.
I saw the young black beauty a few days ago, she has grown into a very beautiful young lady. She is still left by herself while the mother goes in search of some money and food. Plenty of years have gone by and the young mother that once was has grown much older. She has given birth to more children whom she is expected to take care of, pay their fees, provide food, shelter and clothing and further still be a mother and father to them. Her load has become heavier.
The once upon a time young mother not more than a year older than me has become so weary. Drugs, alcohol, and the harsh life has taken a toll on her. Life has become too harsh, things keep getting harder, expenses increasing, and her babies are more. The men responsible for her babies have escaped their responsibility no where to be seen but in company of the younger naive girls. Work is not as good as it used to be. As life has it the younger, naive and more beautiful girls who become her once faithful customers’ first priority. Her health isn’t allowing her to work for too many hours or as hard as she used to. Her children need her more, she has her dreams that are long buried and never to be lived.
In her eyes I see a lifeless being, one with plenty of regrets, one who wishes that life would have turned differently, shame for who she has become and thinking that it is too late to run after what she once wished and dreamt of being, in her eyes they is worry of what her children will become, wishing that she took life little more serious.
She has aged too fast and lost hope too soon. What will become of her and where will her children end up, what will be of them, will it be a vicious cycle?

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