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2nd Oct 2025

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Children don’t always hide things because they don’t trust their parents. Sometimes, like me, they just want peace—knowing they’ll have to face the same people even after punishment. I loved my parents, but I kept quiet—for the sake of surviving three more years with those boys.

And yet, today I’ve seen God help me to defend myself in small ways, especially where there’s room for words instead of physical strength (because I’d lose that fight). Now that I write this, I know I’d want my baby to tell me everything.

I don’t know how such memories could hide in my mind for almost two decades, only to resurface so heavily—with all the details of how that little girl felt. I don’t carry a battle against them today. The fight is against the fear they planted in me.

I realize now, maybe they didn’t even have much of a voice among the boys. Maybe that’s why they targeted someone weaker. And I was tiny—still am—but back then, very tiny.

I did not fight. I did not speak. I did not report to mum or school. I only wanted peace. Because if I spoke, and they got punished, what path would I use to walk home the next day? For three more years, they would still be there.

As the door opened, I didn’t look back. I just wanted to see the path home. I knew they walked behind me, feeling like heroes. That day, the fact that they were boys and stronger than me gave them the false power to mock, to intimidate, and to push me.

I shakingly filled in the answers, as they walked around like giants. All I wanted was to get home before dusk, see mum, and let my heart rest. I finished & handed them the revised sheets. They would submit them the next day. I carried home my own homework. And a frightened self.

But why me? Their work wasn’t my work. Mine was already done. Still, I hesitated—my mind racing, worried about darkness falling. Then one of them, tall and towering, wrapped his hand around my neck. I was tiny. Why did he have to strangle me for this? I owed him nothing.

At that age, I didn’t know how to defend my little self. They handed me two answer sheets—the ABCD strips that had been marked by the teacher. They had been told to redo them with the correct answers. But instead, they told me I had to do it before leaving for home.

I sat curled up at my desk, and they stood right in front of me. Then one of them closed the door. Can’t even tell whether I was more afraid of them or of getting home late (I never enjoyed giza). They started making jokes about me. I couldn’t understand why I was their target.

One random school day, after the final bell, everyone packed their bags to leave. For some reason, these two came to my desk. They seemed to have a plan. I tried to ignore them, but they stayed. Within minutes, the class was empty—just the three of us.

Has someone ever assaulted you just because they could? Or mishandled you simply because they felt stronger than you? Lately, a memory came back to me. Two boys in my class—boys I was never enemies with. I wasn’t mchokozi, I mostly minded my own business.

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