Sunday, October 9, 2011

My Life Story (Part 1)

Hi everyone, I go under the alias Mutisso...

It is an African name that means the shining one. I would Like to use this alias to relate to you my life story...

As a child my family moved to Zambia, Lusaka when I was very young. I started school there at Nursery. My family was well to do. I went to a school called Little beak Horn. A bit about me: I was born in october 1987, and I grew up a lively, funny and creative little boy.

At Nursery I remember a crashed plane that we used to play in in the playground... I loved aeroplanes and was very fond of my friend C.....

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Revenge Grudge Rape (part 1)

It was a beutiful day - kids playing in the swings - workers going about their buisness in Tegeta County.

My parents had gone I woke up my brother still sleeping, got cleaned up and had my breakfast. It took me a while to note that my parents had gone.

My brother got up and he left for his buissness, I soon followed him on my way out to market. On my way out I met two people at the gate claiming to do repairs for the windows. I recaled my parents saying they would be here but they were late! I let them in and rushed to the shop. for 1/2 and hour. I come back to see my sister raped and murdered in cold blood in her room and my maid crying next to her - she was raped too.
She begins to relate the whole story to me:

Her:    They came, the two of them (snif, snif)...
Me:    Calm down, come lets get you cleaned up first, you'l tell me what happened.

(we go to the sinks, and she cleans up...)

Her:    The two you let in, they were talking about fitting the windows then suddenly a van came and they let
           them in and they chased us into the rooms and repeatedly raped us... there were 6 of them!
Me:    6?! who? from where?
Her:    They let in 4 of their friends who came in and one of them was saying to Chraselda "How do you like
           revenge!" - "This is how you will die bitch!!" while pointing a gun at her. Chraselda was screaming
           and shouting "stop!!, please let me go.." then they shot her 18 times in the stomach and she was
           crying out in agonising pain, they left her for dead and turned to me, one of them holding me and
           slamed me against the wall, I hit my head so hard I got dizzy, and they took turns at me saying if I
           were to tell they would come again and this time they will kill me..(sniff)
Me:    Im so sory, come hear... its O.K. Im here now, just try to forget about it, Im calling the police...

                                     To - Be - Continued