Pendo: an african girl_Steven Kamau
The girl had been asleep before the noises began. It was surely a big
group out there, screams of women and children cut the night air like
a razor through a piece of paper.
The girl looked through the window and thought she was watching
hell on earth, even in her half-asleep state she could tell that Neku’s
house was on fire and so was Malope’s, Jonah’s, Kena’s; and then she
heard the loud bang on her own door. They had finally arrived.
In the twinkle of the eye, seven of them were inside her house. She
heard her father being to protest in a loud voice, that was the last time
she ever heard her father speak. Her mother who was all the while
screaming was next, only they first pushed her into the girl’s room
and raped her in turns as the girl watched, then they cut her throat.
Her little brother and sisters, angels as their mother used to call them,
had already been butchered in their sleep. And then it was the girl’s
turn, she wailed as the seven brutes violated her teenage body in
turns, and when they were through they hit her on the head with a
machete. With that single blow came the deep hollow silence – they
were gone. Pendo woke up with a startle, a cold sweat running
through her body and soaking the nylon dress that she had worn for
days. She had been having that nightmare again, only it was a
nightmare she had lived through and now it haunted her every night.
As it always happened after the dream, she began to remember the
past. Everything was once normal, she had parents, brothers and
sisters and even a boy who fancied her. Then one day a war broke
out, not between enemies or strangers, but between brothers, cousins,
friends, between people who had lived side by side in harmony for
ages. But when the seed of hatred had been planted among these
people it had germinated and grown into a giant oak, whose web of
roots was now stretching and strangling everyone and everything in
the vicinity, and the soil was now contaminated with the blood of
hatred. They called it a tribal clash, a genocide, but to Pendo, it was
simply a gush of wind that had destroyed her life. On that fateful
night, after the raiders had left, she had woken up to an empty house,
an empty village. Somehow, she had survived the blow, though now
she truly wished that she had died along with all the others. She had
then walked for miles into a church compound where many people
had sought refuge. Here, to her short-lived delight, she had met Chidi
her boyfriend. But her happiness was cut short when she told Chidi
her story. Then he called her a prostitute who had offered her body in
exchange for her life and said that he was through with her. Her heart
was so broken that she didn’t want to spend another moment at the
church, not after the last person she had left in the world had hurt her
and rejected her. Her blue skies were gone and all that was left was a
dull heavy gray. Suicide became a constant item on her mind after she
ran away from the church but she decided she would walk on until a
wild animal spotted her and relieved her of her anguish by making a
meal out of her. That was yet to happen.
Now she stood up under the tree where she had been sleeping, and
looked around her. All she could see was open land, which stretched
to as far as her weary eyes could see. She had been walking for hours
without food or drink and if she did not get something to eat or drink
in a while, she would not need a wild animal to take her life. She trod
on, the ground below her bare feet burning like hot coal until she
could see what looked like cows, or so she thought. She gathered her
last reserves of energy and tried to catch up with the animals. This she
did, only to collapse in a heap a few metres from the herd of cows.
The herdsmen must have taken care of her: when she awoke, it was
morning and she was lying on a piece of hide in what looked like a
makeshift hut. She rose and ventured outside, there she saw little
children playing and women preparing food. She later learned that the
herdsmen had picked her up and carried her to their village where the
women had taken care of her. Pendo took a sweeping look at the
village, she did not know then that this would be her home for some
time to come.
It had been four months since Pendo had arrived at the village and
within that time she had learned a bit of their language which was
only a little different from hers. She had also learned that the women
and girls were treated differently from the men and boys. While the
men went grazing and hunting the women’s place was at home,
cultivating and tending the children. In other words as the women
toiled and laboured on the land the men lay under trees and pretended
to look after animals that given the open space, needed no looking
after as such. But that was the way things were done around here and
Pendo found herself adjusting as days went by. Her stomach had
started to bulge and she could not understand why, but the older
women seemed to understand, and they told her that she would soon
be a mother. This baffled her more but like the child she still was she
went on with life happily, apart from the vomiting in the mornings,
she had begun appreciating life once and more. Then they told her
that as a girl she had to undergo a ritual so she would become a full
woman. Since not much about the ritual was revealed to her then,
Pendo did not give it much thought. On the day of the ritual, the girls
of Pendo’s age were woken up early in the morning and told to bathe.
Then they were taken to the old woman of the village, the one that
looked so old and frail that all the children revered her. Shortly the
ritual began, the first girl was stripped naked and forced to lie down.
With two strong women holding her down the old woman
commenced to perform the ritual on her. Pendo had never seen
anything like it and the screams from the girl on the ground
convinced her that she would die before they did that to her. She
looked around and saw that the huge crowd that had gathered to
witness the ritual were glued to the mutilation that was taking place
before them. Still, she knew that it would take one with the strength
of the Biblical Samson to get through that mass of people. Then an
idea struck her mind and she decided that if it failed then nothing
else could save her from the fate that awaited her. The old woman
was on the second initiate when Pendo collapsed in feigned
unconsciousness. The women present, aware of her pregnancy
carried her away from the compound to the shade of a tree. Intuition
told Pendo that it was now or never and soon as they had laid her
down, she stood up and bolted towards the hills. Given the
advanced age of the two women who had carried her and the fact
that her acting had left them dumbfounded, Pendo was able to make
good her escape. She ran like a deer whose only weapon against the
lion was her speed. She fell and tumbled so many times that
eventually she lost count and she was clever enough to realise that
she could never go back to those people. She was all alone again,
back where she had began so many months ago. She was at the top
of the hill now and she looked down to see a road at the foot of the
hill. She had to get to that road and follow it to wherever it took her.
In her haste to get down there she tripped on a rock and began to
fall, at first slowly, then faster and finally she was spinning through
the air and rolling on the harsh ground. And then the darkness began
to form, that same darkness that she was now familiar with. Finally,
the darkness engulfed her and she was back at home, asleep with
her parents and her brothers and sisters, then the noises began…
If ever Pendo had thought of heaven, it must have looked like this.
She had woken to find herself in a white room, in white clothes in a
bed with white sheets and women in white clothes hovering over her.
These must have been angels, just as she had seen them in the books
at school. Now one of them was telling her something but she was
speaking in a strange language that Pendo could not understand. She
gently pulled her out of the bed and led her outside the door, there
they found a man and woman who smiled when they saw Pendo. The
lady in white clothes handed the girl to the couple and waved them
goodbye. Pendo did not understand what was going on and tried to
pull away from the man’s grasp but he held her tightly and pulled her
along. The girl began to cry but they took her to the car that drove
away immediately. Pendo cried all the way, things were happening
too fast for her not to, first the bulge in her stomach had disappeared
and now two strangers were driving with her through a big place with
tall houses and hundreds of cars. Though Pendo did not know it then,
this was the city and the people in the car with her were a Muslim
couple who had picked her up from the foot of the hill where she had
fallen. They had taken her to a hospital in the city where she had been
in a coma for three days, within which she had lost the baby growing
in her womb from her fall down the hill. The Muslim couple took
Pendo to a house where they dressed her in a long dark flowing dress
that covered her hair too. Then they fed her.
From the moment she set foot in that big house life became a living
hell. The previously pleasant couple now turned into monsters who
tormented Pendo constantly. She was woken up everyday at the crack
of dawn to prepare breakfast for the family of seven. After the man of
the house had left for work and children for school, Pendo was left in
the cruel hands of the lady of the house who seemed to derive
immense pleasure from watching Pendo toil and labour around the
house. By the time she lay down to sleep every night, she could
barely manage to say a little prayer asking God to save her from the
agony she was going through. The days turned into months and
months into a year since Pendo had been taken into slavery, the young
girl had by now grown so skinny that she was scared of her own
reflection in the mirror. Apart from the insufficient food rations she
received, she was also frequently slapped and kicked every now and
then. Everyday spelt doom for the young girl and everyday she came
closer and closer to taking her own life. Then something happened
that finally decided Pendo’s next step. There was a man who
frequented the house, an old man who was always engaged in deep
conversation with the man of the house. Whenever he visited, Pendo
couldn’t help noticing the lustful glances that he always gave her as
she served them food. She never gave the glances much thought until
one day the mistress of the house sat her down and explained to her
that her husband and her were negotiating her marriage to the old
man who visited the home. Pendo could not believe what she was
hearing and told the lady as much. She plainly told her that there was
no way she would get married to that old man. Her outburst promptly
earned her a hiding and night without food. That did not change
Pendo’s mind one bit, it served only to infuriate her more that they
could even consider such a thing. Unfortunately Pendo did not know
the kind of people she was up against and how determined they were
to marry her off. What she was not told was that the couple that had
enslaved her would be receiving a small fortune from the old man as
soon as they had delivered her to him. One day she overheard a
conversation between the man and his wife and they were talking
about taking Pendo to the old man on the following day. Her blood
froze in her veins as she listened to them scheme and connive and
she knew that she had to find a way of escaping before the following
day. She made her mind up to run away that night, so she waited
until everyone else was asleep. She then opened the window to her
room and attempted to jump out. Unfortunately for her, her legs got
caught up in her dress and she fell outside with a loud thud that woke
up the master of the house. The dogs were now barking madly from
their kernel even as Pendo picked herself up and limped painfully
towards the gate. The master must have realised what was going on
for he went straight to the dogs and set them on the escaping girl.
Pendo tried her best to gather speed but she knew she was no match
for the three canines. She turned to look back and saw the ferocious
beasts leap into the air with their intimidating canines bared. They
pounced on her like she was a doll and she was sure she would be
dead in no time.
As fate would have it, Pendo had fallen on an ant trail and so as the
dogs got busy tearing her apart, so did the ants get down to biting
both the dogs and the girl. Even the master who had by now caught
up with the dogs was not spared. Soon the previously ferocious
animals were squeaking like rats and the master was getting rid of his
trousers. As for Pendo, the survival instinct in her told her to ignore
the biting ants and take to her heels. She did exactly that and
disappeared into the darkness, leaving behind a wailing man and his
equally terrified dogs. She ran along the city streets like an insane
person, ignoring the increasingly unbearable pain from dog bites and
itching from ant bites. Just when she thought she could not take it
anymore, she saw a building with the sign of a cross at its top. She
intuitively thought it was a church and darted into it. As soon as she
was through the door of the building, she fainted. She woke up later
in a white walled room and though the nurses spoke to her, she could
not understand them. Still shaken from her violent encounter with the
dogs she mumbled things in her own language, which prompted the
nurses to bring in a translator. With the help of the translator, Pendo
was able to give her story, eliciting immense pity from the doctors
and nurses who swore to take the matter up with the police. They
urged Pendo to rest and promised to take care of all her problems.
Pendo closed her eyes and for the first time in a very long time, she
did not have her nightmare, and she slept peacefully and soundly.
The following few days were a milestone as far as Pendo’s situation
was concerned. Her wounds wee healing and she was able to walk
around. As for her captors, they had been arrested and charged with
kidnapping, along with a string of other charges. Her story had been
reported in the media and had caused a huge public debate about the
general rights of the girl-child. Though the young female did not
realise it yet, her misfortunes were opening the eyes of the public to
seeing how much girls and by extension women were disadvantaged
in society. As for Pendo, she was taken into an orphanage, where she
would attend school and remain for as long as she wanted. Her
nightmare had slowly disappeared, though she sometimes cried from
thinking about her family, her life was finally looking up. Pendo’s
blue skies would finally return.