Linda Mafilika is a lively, confident twenty seven year old
lady from De Aar. However, happiness had
evaded her for the most part of her life. This happened when she lost her
virginity at the tender age of 9 years, when she didn’t even know what the
meaning of sex was. “I was raised by my grandmother because my mother had
relocated to Johannesburg to seek employment.
My grandmother was
very protective of us. She would lock the gate saying it was for our own
protection,” said Linda adding that her grandmother only allowed close male
friends to visit the house. One day,
that male family friend asked Linda to join her in one of the old toilets. She went in not knowing that would be the day
she lost her pureness
“He told me to close the door behind me and keep quiet. And
then he took off my clothes. I was shocked to see him take off his clothes
especially because I had never seen a male adult’s private parts. My mind shut
off as he forced himself on to me. My
body felt dead. I couldn’t even respond when he asked me questions
thereafter. He wanted to know if I had
enjoyed myself. I just kept quiet. He gave me ten cents and made me promise not
to tell anyone,” she explained.
When Linda went back
into the house she found her grandmother cleaning the kitchen floor. “It was
hard for me to tell my grandmother what had happened because she admired the
guy very much, so I kept quiet. She
would say; unesimilo ke lomfana uyabusisa.”
Four years later,
Linda was raped by another family friend.
“I tried to deal with the pain by blocking my mind from it and how it
happened. What I remember is the frame
of the bed and the bedding which was white and shinny. The rest is blurry. It’s
as if I had a brain injury. I blamed
myself especially when I saw blood coming from my virgina. I thought it was my
fault,” she said. “I became depressed
and isolated myself from people. My family would describe me as a quiet shy
person while I was dying inside “My
perpetrators stole my childhood from me. I grew up feeling disgusted and dirty
thinking people like me deserved nothing but hell. I cried every night in
silence. And I would wake up early and change my pillow case because I didn’t want a
pity party from my family. I literally saw myself as an alien. I lived my life through my baby sister. She was brilliant. She rode a bike, danced
and even played in the streets. I couldn’t because I died long time ago,” said
Linda.
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