I was a useless child…
Abused, manipulated and misused . That man… Bald, sunken eyes, pointed nose, with ears sticking out… That man… Who saw nothing else but a playtoy in front of him… That man who gave me out for money.
That man… He was supposed to be a father to me. My Foster father.
The world was a shattered place for me. With shattered dreams, I woke up to face a new day of rape and maltreatment.
“GOD, where are you?” I asked.
But my questions seemed to go nowhere. My tears.. Could journey a boat. My heart , so broken. My feet hurt, my eyes ached from constantly crying.
It was as if the God I had heard about was on a break. I longed for death. Oh how misery took custody of my life.
But that day… I saw him… A beautiful man with a presence that weakened my knees and made my arms numb. I couldn’t even stand on my feet.
He carried me off the ground and took me to his abode. I felt like a peaceful little bird. He was so… So… So… So golden and so beautiful. The radiant light that emanated from his eyes was blinding.
Looking into his deeply brozen face as he spoke gave me a new hope. Hope for a brighter future. Hope to find true love. Hope to be who I really am inside. He said he’d dry my tears. Mend my broken heart and give light to my shattered dreams. How would that even be possible?
By Gosh! I believed him.
Indeed that beautiful man saw a queen in the eyes of a molested child. Saw greatness in me. Saw a future that would Glorify the Creator. Yes, it was him who changed my life. That beautiful one who made me the light of his world. He who adored me more than anything else… Loved me with an unconditional love… I had nothing to give him. He loved me despite my weather beaten face.
Indeed, my little miserable life was changed… Turned around…
Today, I stand tall. I talk about him with no fear. Not caring about what others may say. Because i love him with mo shame; he took my shame away…
And changed my life… I guess he wasn’t on a break after all 😉