A generation of Step Fathers and Step Mothers(A True Story).
“We are a generation of stepmothers and stepfathers”, said Tshepang Seema.
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I hope this generation is different from the experience I have of living with a stepfather. I was a problematic child I agree, I used to shoplift at some point and steal R1, cookies, Rama, and sometimes sugar, but to be accused of being a drug addict? To be forced to agree that I stole R50 and be taken to the river with a rope on my neck like some sacrificial goat ready to be slaughtered? I mean, to get to the river and be beaten so hard I couldn’t move any parts of my body, To be submerged under the water as though to drown and be choked, pass out and be brought back by a couple of claps, then somehow escaped and the man yells, “I am going to tell your mother you were swearing at me….” then I stopped.
Only to resume the mortal Kombat, boom boom pow! You don’t know; I mean to be shocked by an electric wire kind of experience! I wish we are a different generation, because if that’s what it means to be a stepfather then we rather not.
Don’t get me wrong I am not hating on anyone, the man passed away for that matter. May his soul rest in peace.
So much like the peace, I witnessed after he took me to a clinic to get my blood tested for substance abuse and I was found to be clean. When I ran to the police station and he got arrested. That day I slept at one of the police’s house and my word was it peaceful, strange but the child in me found sleep for that day. Without the fear of glasses breaking on to my skull, military boots performing salutation on my flesh and the fist feasting, teeth clenching to minimize the pain. Do you feel me?
The kind of peace, that I saw in my aunt’s eyes she took me in and raised me as her own. May her soul rest in peace. Her own lovely peace!
I am just reflecting and I have realized that this thing keeps on playing on my mind subconsciously and it affects my social life. I hate the step-parent’s situation. I hope we get to do it right.
I know you might be thinking so what? Maybe you think I like attention. Well, seeking attention is the least of my desires, I avoid it rather, those who know me can tell you better, but if you ask so what? Read this story again, abuse if real, people are violent and the least we can do is raise awareness.
What is your story?