At times, I wish I knew your face or even had a photo of you I could point at. I have heard so much about you, but none of it is from your own mouth.
I have come to a point where I have made peace. I don't wonder about you no more simply because among all the men that failed me, you were the first.
You could have protected me. You could have taught me how to ride the bicycle. You could have given my story another angle. I would not be talking about being a single mom, an orphan, a rape survivor or even a university drop-out. I know that some of it you would have prevented but you failed me.
I don't hate you, instead, I want you to know that though your name I don't know; though your surname you failed to give me,
Mama laid the foundation quite thick and the experiences that life has thrown at me have made me a woman that is glad that you can't claim any of it because this Glory belongs to God, the Father who adopted me along the way to nowhere.
In his house I have found what you or any other man has failed to ever give me: LOVE IN UBUNDANCE.
- Khensile Mirranda Gomba
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