Hello! The Campus lovers, I would wish to share with you a story about love, life, and sorrow. I believe that even though this story is long, it will be of big help to you in terms of making decisions for you or even for others as there were people who took decisions for me and it became worse for my life and progress until I got disabilities.
Let me continue from where we had stopped from after I entered the car…
I had no other choice, I guess that’s what God wanted for me wasn’t easy to get in the car since all kids were there crying. The woman that had adopted me took my hand and put me in the car, her husband also entered but they kept calling him and would cut the calls without answering.
Unfortunately, the woman had forgotten her bag in the office so she had to go back for it. She went out and after her husband decided to pick up the call moving out of the car but was so angry. He told the person on the other side that “pregnancy! Do you think that I am the one who knows how to impregnate ladies? Do you think that I am the only man in the world you have seen who can impregnate a stupid girl like you?”
While he was still talking on the phone angrily, his wife came back and he immediately hung up the phone. I didn’t mind because then I was only 17 years old and had other things to care about that moment like leaving the only people who raised me even though they were not my real parents. I cried but had to face it and dry my tears.
The time I was cleaning my face, the woman entered the car and her husband started the car immediately. But as we left the Nyundo center’s gate, the phone kept ringing and the wife picked it. At that moment I witnessed things I had never imagined nor seen in my entire life.
They fought for the phone and that wife told him; “Actually I am used to your things with girls ” with a lot of anger and that man slapped his wife. That’s how I got surprised by the family that had just adopted me. Then I had so many unanswered questions in my head, wondering what I would do next.
I was very confused and didn’t even know to react. We left Gisenyi to Kigali but I felt no peace at heart. That woman turned to me as I was seated at the back of the car and asked if I was getting tired. she handed me a piece of cloth to cover myself and go to sleep since we had a long way to go.
I took the cloth and covered myself and pretended to sleep but seriously, I wouldn’t even have a little sleep because my mind was playing back what I had just witnessed in this car.
After 2 hours, the woman called me but I didn’t answer. She thought that I was asleep but was actually terrified of these people. She said to her husband “when will you ever stop hurting me? The fact that I can’t give birth doesn’t give you the right to hurt me to this extent”
I kept hearing the woman crying and pleading with her husband. She again told him that “please I am begging you for this girl Natasha don’t spoil her, I accept to take her as our own daughter and if God wishes we will also have our own children” she kept crying a lot.
By that moment, I had already got the picture of the entire family that I was going to live with. I also take this opportunity to tell all the orphans reading this story that no matter what kind of life you go through, never lose hope and strength. Just look unto God for he knows our life and we can’t do anything except with him. Let me continue.
I wasn’t settled all the time in that car and we kept going. As the man drove, her wife was still crying. What I really saw at that moment was that the woman who was going to be my mother lived a life of being tortured by her husband. At that moment, we approached a very big tall house with a statue at the front, and immediately the husband with a lot of anger he…..
This is where the second episode ends please watch out for the third episode of this story coming soon.