What if we created something nice from calamity?#i just need wings to fly

Brendah Awuor amonge  is my name, a 25years old woman, tall dark and determined woman, I reside in nyalenda slums kisumu, kenya. I was born and raised here, imagine a home full of crime, violence and less justice. Can we change that? 

My life is a calamity and am afraid  if I don't use my energy to change it to a better  version, then I will die in my disaster. Growing up I was sexually abused as a child, I speak about it because the people we less expect are those who abuse our children  and we feel embarrassed to speak about it,let justice be served, if I could get a chance today to prove I was abused then pastors will go behind bars, but I don't have, so I will use my voice to help others#mimi sitanyamaza. 

Secondly am a victim of cyber bullying, out of my statement of defending  a fellow woman, I was told I looked like a man, for sometime I felt down,yes they meant to pull me down, I even started putting on makeup  but who was I pleasing any way? Those men who bring women down? No...! Not me Amonge, of cause I look like a man and that's my dad and do I care?  so what I do tell women don't let a man put you down by your own looks, your fearfully and wonderfully made and  you resemble your dad,beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. 

Am a victim of violence, many years ago I loosed my tooth out of a punch in my mouth by my male classmate in primary  school. No action was taken, I was under a sponsorship  program! If I dared report then out I would  be thrown.  My mouth was sewed and my tooth not replaced. It's my greatest weakness in my body, at times I don't do alot of teeth smiling for the fear of being  questioned  where I took it. Many people have judged me to be violent,ant it caused me to  loose it. I pray that someday  I replace it. But violence in schools should  be stopped too, many kids have gone through  same hardship  but a few only get justice. Kids die in school some killed some depressed! #mimi sitanyamaza 

Imagine becoming  a victim of domestic violence?, something  I once saw only once in my mother's bedroom being beaten by my dad,may her soul  rest in peace,  and prayed it never happened  to me .one of my greatest fears coming to pass, yes a man who I once cared about, shared everything with, called to say  I missed turned me into a punching bag. So painful but I don't keep quiet am not embarrassed  to say I was beaten, I even scream.In my area am the talk even in my neighbors mouth, yes they should  know I get punched and scream for help.I will tell that story till violence ends, many women are afraid  to come out for the fear of being judged. It's either they let the community judge them  or they die, let's speak up until this violence stops. The African misconception of the man is the head of the house must stop, HE is only the head when he treats me with respect and values me,when he provides and find other outlets for his anger rather than my precious body.  Today women also head their houses.If a woman is handled  rightfully then the positive change is large to save the world.lets inspire these fellow women.let them know their worth. 

My experience  with this life has never killed me, and whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger,today am a responsible mother, today the community that judged me wants to be like me, today am able to speak up without fear  about sexual abuse, domestic violence because they happen, and today if I no longer feel respected I walk out, I believe  I can fly, just fix my wings and let me fly,fly into the skies do away with the nimbus clouds and let the shine sun, that's all from this woman whose life is full of calamity. 

It's Amonge from Kenya.