My Child

She lived alone for some years. All was well she never thought of remarrying. But it happened all too suddenly. This is her story.

Jayne she was known by her friends. A kind caring and loving character she was. Her home she nurtured those she found lost in life. Nursed those broken in spirit and fed those physically hunger and of course those that needed spiritual food.

She had a lot of friends online who stole from her, her dignity. She soon found a guy whom she thought would fill the emptiness and loneliness. They so decided to live together.

The first few weeks she saw the true colours of an arrogant heart kind of guy. Alcohol was in his blood, lies flew like flies day in day out.

A time came when she almost lost her son to his drunkard state of mind. He belted her son till he begged for mercy. As he went searching for a knife she made for the door and got her son to run for his life. That night her best friend took the child to the hospital to be attended to. Two weeks later he returned home.

Life never did get better for her though she tried to save her marriage. He then got drunk one late October and swore her eldest son. Threatened to belt them all. This time she ran away from her home and left her boys on their own with him.

That paved the way for his exit out of her life for good. She decided to pack her bags and leave that small town of her childhood days. The pain of leaving home was unbearable. Despite how it hurt she knew it was best she left.

To another town she headed for and there she began a new life with her boys. But the thing that hurts her still today is the fact that it must have been traumatising experience for her son. Each night on bended knees she says a prayer for her enemies and those that have hurt her in so many different ways. 

"My child I hope you will one day understand why I live the way I live today. No man can fill that emptiness and loneliness within my heart For that reason I live a single parent to this day."

She wears that faint smile once more on her face as she stretches and yawns and once more says her prayers before hitting the sack.