Mira Monologue

“Sedra, if you do not hurry up, I will not wait for you.” Mire bawled incessantly, sulking her wrinkles deeper into her face. The tired eyes that Mire wears has longed for rest for many months. Her overgrown, scruffy look represents her character, being generally uneasy to everyone around her. The acrid curses that followed only led me to tear more, but the bittersweet aftertaste of each tear soothed the pain in my wound. Slowly it recovered and the bleeding had stopped, casting the last tear into the puddle beneath. ~~~ Dark, gloomy clouds infuse the horizon as the prolonged day tardily transformed into the polar opposite of light. A droplet of rain water landed on the side of my cheek as we stared at above. For months, rain has never
As for the footpath, the ubiquity of the malodorous smell pervaded from all ends, disorientating all your sense of ability. The odour arisen from decomposing faeces and bodily fluids is apparent in all corners you turn to. Flies swirl around the corpses of malnutrition figures as they lay innominate and unflattering in a pile, body after body bonding with the dirt beneath. Behind each lacklustre visage holds a tragic story to be told, but subsequently withheld from our knowledge of understanding. The clothes that we have worn turned sickly as rain water drizzled to every corner. Mire was anxious to walk to the shower stands, as we were at our most vulnerable state to be hunted. The inconvenient truth: Kambia is accustomed with rape. Any man is capable of committing crimes; it is our gift of moral
Those tantalizing first moments in the showers felt like a stab to the heart, painful but also at the same time invigorating, forcing one to develop a sudden urge to quiver. Those short moments of unforeseen trembling sparked split second memories of the past, infiltrating my mind like flashes of light abruptly appearing in the night sky. At first I stood firmly to resist, but the wound only deepens every time I tried harder to withstand the pain; retaliating my defensive measures. The struggle worsens when it starts to take effect on my senses, impairing my eyesight and hearing simultaneously, leaving me stranded in the abyss of my