Letters to Stony

Title: It’s not what I did, it’s how you felt

I was happy, even when sometimes life got hard. I won and lost sometimes, but I was grateful for one thing: LIFE. I would randomly bump into you at my favourite store, at the taxi rank or sit next to you in a taxi. I didn’t know you, but I would smile and greet you, maybe even engage in a conversation. I wasn’t suspicious of anything.

I didn’t think I was your next victim. You took your time learning my routine, you allowed hate and jealousy to rent your heart, and evil thoughts resided in your mind. To you, I was not worthy of living; my existence threatened yours in ways I could never comprehend. One day, you decided my time was up, you didn’t want to see my face anymore, my innocent smile and infectious laughter irked you, so you waited until my friends left, and made your way into my home.

I got startled when I saw you in my living room. You said I should not scream and that it would just take a few minutes. I tried running, but you were too fast, you hit me with a hammer, and I fell, blood gushing out of my head. You turned me around and started throwing punch after punch, kicked me like a dog, even though I couldn’t defend myself. I begged you, pleaded with you, but you didn’t care; you had already decided my fate.

When I was losing consciousness, you unbuckled your pants and had your way with me. My tears didn’t move you. In fact, they filled your heart with satisfaction. When you were done, you dragged me to the kitchen and stabbed me multiple times until I took my last breath. You left, leaving me in a pool of my own blood, violated in my own home, and robbed me of my life. My heartbroken soul watched you leave my house, leaving me bloody and cold.

I wanted to ask why? What did I do to deserve such cruelty? Unfortunately, I am now just a spirit, another statistic that will never get justice.

By: Thapelo Bridget

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My name is Godfred Enyan, but I’m popularly known as King Sobada from Ghana. I have a BSc in Administration with a focus on Public Administration from the University of Ghana.

I am a young Ghanaian using music as an advocacy tool to raise awareness about gender equality and women’s empowerment in Africa, the devastating impacts of climate change, and the urgent need for action. Additionally, I advocate for disability rights to ensure equity and vast inclusivity in every area of human endeavor.

My songs have been featured on numerous local and international media platforms, including the Voice of America, DW Women, Gambia Radio and Television Stations, Capital FM Zambia, and many others.

I have won several awards, this is including the Global Citizen’s SDGs Innovation Challenge and the Africa Climate and Social Justice Awards. I have also been nominated for the Future is Female Awards by Leading Ladies of Africa and the Ghana Change Makers Awards.

I am an alumnus of the Nairobi Summer School on Climate Justice and serve as the Ghana Representative for the Africa Climate Band – a  group of musicians from different countries using music to raise awareness about climate change. Additionally, I am a member of Youth For Adaptation Finance in Africa and the Climate Justice Movement Ghana.  I have performed on various platforms both within Ghana and internationally.

Link to the Song on YouTube: https://youtu.be/A0yTI8yy5Uo?feature=shared

By Sobada Enyan

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For the first time in my reading experience, I read a book on crime investigation. When it comes to television shows, documentaries, or even movies about crime investigation I give my undivided attention throughout. That’s how much I am devoted to it. The sad reality though is that although I am interested in this genre of storytelling. It is very difficult to absorb the information without being affected by the portrayed events. As it can make it challenging to separate the events and scenarios portrayed from real life. 

I see this especially when it comes to the level of consciousness I have when I am alone. Making sure that the doors are locked at all times and being extra vigilant at all times. Hence my reluctance to read the book “The forgotten girl”.

Although the prologue sparked some level of curiosity, The Forgotten Girl was not so much of a wow piece of writing for me. I didn’t instantly feel hooked to the book in the beginning. However, when I continued to read it, as each character was unveiled and got distinguished – the content just flowed and my curiosity for the next page was heightened.

At the beginning of the first chapter, we are introduced to the protagonist, Jason. Whose life has been highly affected by an incident that took place twenty-seven years ago. This exhibit to me subsists one of the key elements that I have been gradually learning over the years: the choices we make today will determine our future outcomes – one way or another.

When it comes to the title of the book. I found that “The forgotten gilr” doesn’t really fit the storyline. That’s because although Jason’s sister, Hayden, went missing for days following a seeming kidnapping incident. She was found alive and healthy by the end of the novel. Yes, the chapters of her disappearance covered about ninety percent of the book. But the person who, I think the title of the book should have revolved around – that’s if the author wanted to talk about The Forgotten “somebody”, it should have been Jason’s friend, Logan. The first reason being that he went missing and was never found until 27 years later when his “body” was discovered. Secondly, almost everything revolved around him. Even the disappearance of Hayden revolved around him. The plot revolved around him. And everyone’s storyline rotated around him.

The forgotten “boy” could have done the novel some justice unless the author chose “girl” as an irony to represent the femininity ideal world. 

Overall, the book was worth a read. It was compelling towards the end. And I just couldn’t stop myself from wanting to know  what happens next.

Among the many lessons from the book, I highlighted these two: ¹⁾It is important to always get both sides of the story before concluding other people’s characters. ²⁾The truth always has a way of coming out -soon or later. In this book, it took twenty-seven years.

EndNote

One of my favorite quotes from the book has little to do with the actual story. But really resonated with me so I thought I would share it. Especially for my ladies out there who think they are falling behind and time seems to be passing them like a millisecond shooting star. “…and I still can’t get used to the people asking me if I have children. Today it was the woman in the bank. I’m forty-two, I’m married, but no, I don’t have children. It’s a choice some people make. Some people put their careers first, right? Is that so hard to understand? Why do people feel like they can ask such things?” – Jason’s wife, Nora (The Forgotten Girl) 

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