COLONISED[cont, from April]

So the situation became unbearable for her. Afie and Girly lived in different parts of this world but they felt the same pain.These men had taken refuge in them. Girly wanted so much to liberate herself but it seemed like an impossible task. He was there to stay in her like the parasite he was. Mal was his name.

How can he  be so ruthless, never thinking about the next person. Baby girl could feel the tension in mother’s chest..it was like a visible knot. She would look at her and offer her a hug without her speaking to her little daughter about the pain she felt.

They huddled in their one room through the cold night. Food was just enough to get to the next day. All she did was work. Girly did not work for herself and her child but she worked for Mal who siphoned everything from her living body. He would leave for long periods, only to come and empty them of all that they had. Yes he was that kind of man. A siphon.

He did not just take, but destroyed and impoverished them. The two needed his cooperation in order to be at a better place in life but all Mal thought of, was to see how he was going to use this woman to better his own life. Taking the hands of her work and sending them to his homestead. All she reaped for herself was blood, salt and tears.

Mal had come with letters of love, which was as deadly as the bible, which was used to further the interests of a few.. He was a symbol of a manipulator  in disguise. Imperialism had visited their tiny home, was there to stay and bear children with her.

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