FICTION TUESDAY.

STOP DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

*Exchange of words,on
*Battering, 
*Weeping.
These were the order of the day in our house. I am from a broken home. Dad was a lecturer and a drunk while Mum a housewife. She had to quit her job because Dad forced her to. He was afraid that another man would snatch Mum away from him. Whenever Mum tries to caution Dad about his drinking habit, she ends up receiving the beating of her life and all we could do was to weep with her. We dared not confront Dad as he would beat all of us. Poor little children. I was 10 when I decided to bring peace back to our family but Dad would not hear of it. He got so angry and threw us out of the house. Mum suffered to make ends meet for my brother and I. I can't remember how many times we slept on empty stomach. Most nights, Mum would weep all through the night. She toiled under the sun and in the rain until she went to be with the Lord.
I am an adult now but I am afraid of getting married. The trauma of my childhood has made me see men as beasts in human form. I don't want to be a victim of domestic violence like my mum.
Domestic violence is bad, it has a way of affecting the children physically, emotionally and otherwise...... 
#say_no_to_domestic_violence 
#fiction 
                                                 -LIETTY KAMAH