Think Of Your Sisters, Your Daughters; Judaisky Cares


The rate at which depression kills this days has become another uncountable noun.
Some are the architect of their debacle and death but what can you say about those whose misfortune, untimely death and lost of identity are the product and upshot of your actions? Think of your sisters and daughters before you gratify your fleshly end. And if you have none, think of humanity.

I heard a noisy silence in the street, voices filled with lots of melancholic stories and predicaments roaming round with no main destination.
I asked her why she was crying and hot tears replied, showing the fury in her eyes but mouth was glued with tears which beckons for revenge.
She found her tiny voice and explained how her step father raped her. Not just a rape, he took her pride and left her in the pull of her blood to feast on. She was lured to his room and within that short period of time, her life became blank and nothing was worthy to define life and happiness again.
Little Ruth of 11 years lost her virginity to someone who was old enough to be her grandpa.
I couldn’t wait to listen to her tales and so I left her with my eyes already commanding the rains of tears.

Just before I cross to the other side of the street, I saw Magret selling her slippers with unapologetical tears oozing like a rebirth vapour. I asked her what went wrong and she said she was raped by three friends of her boyfriend with her boyfriend as their leader, after keeping her virginity for 23 years.
My mouth shouted phonetically but no sound was heard. My legs quivered, my heart increased its beat and whole body shaking like hen beaten by a heavy rain. I couldn’t wait for the details because my fragile heart could get bursted.

Just today alone, I heard many stories that nearly made my ears tingle but thank God I survived the shock.
Now, if I can feel this way as an individual, how much more the souls they happened to?
These are people’s daughters and sisters.
How will you feel if your daughter or sister brings this kind of story home with tears as an excort?
Before you provoke heaven to wrath, think of your own sisters and daughters because karma knows how to deal with this kind of situation very well.
Don’t steal from the sorrow of tomorrow my brother because you may not live to tell the tale.

Till I cross your path again_
I hang my pen 🖋


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Author: Judaisky

Judaisky is a young writer who believes the world can only be saved PEACEFULLY through the tidings of the ink cos the pen is mightier than the sword. Do You want to know more about me, contact me 09039956005

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