Prologue
I wake up with a splitting headache. I hate that these are becoming constant and no matter how many pain killers I take or how many doctor’s sessions I attend, nothing seems to be working.
I promised myself last year, that I would do everything to be better for my daughter because she deserved a mother who was well not just physically but mentally too and so if I have to walk through the valley of darkness, I will still stand strong and no ghost from past or present will make me break that promise.
I put my feet down and it feels like I am stepping on glass, each morning before stepping down I feel this weird sensation in my feet. My doctor says that maybe I have blocked out a past that keeps coming back and is begging to be let loose. If you were to ask me, I think he is crazy. I am paying him way too much to be acting this crazy. He is a doctor and not a mad man but sometimes he behaves like one.
When I finally manage to hold my ground, I walk over to my white board and write down my most recent dream.
“Fire.”
That’s all I remember, it was something between hell and burning bodies. And yet I couldn’t make out anything.
My name is Lenah, and this is not my story. This is a story of all the demons my doctor thinks I need to let loose.
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Kwenje’s Girl
Winnie
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