I trusted her with everything and we shared everything as best friends, until the day she decided to turn into something I still cannot describe because of R10. I used to talk about it and most people did not believe me. I am grateful for the opportunity that the magazine has given me to share with the readers in the world as I believe that it will be peaceful to talk about it not to make someone else to believe me, but to make peace with the past so that I can move on with my life. Having a best friend who you even consider as your sibling is great, but once they change, it is really difficult. We used to lend each other’s clothes. One day, we decided to go to town and got in to a store where we saw beautiful earrings. I had no enough money, but she landed me R10 so that I could also buy a pair just like her.
We went home with big smiles on our faces and everything was perfect. It was on a Sunday when she came to my place whilst I was busy getting ready for church and asked for her R10. I did not have a cent on me and asked her if I could give when my mom was home. She was okay with it and did not seem to be upset and just went in the house. After few seconds, she came out with a bowl with hot water mixed with salt and poured it on me. I had an umbrella to cover my face because she was aiming for the face. I was really shocked and wished someone could just tell me that it was just a dream. Today I am still pained by the incident as I thought that was the end of my life. This has been torturing me day and night without someone to talk to. It is now 5 years since it has happened. I was taken to Letaba Hospital on the same day and one doctor was really nasty and arrogant. He said that he could not help us without producing a letter from the police station because he was not there when we snatched each other’s boyfriends. I cried so hard just lying on the floor desperately seeking help. My mom stopped me from crying and just told me that everything was going to be okay.
After everything, the whole thing, that was when I actually realised that a mother’s love is really important more than anything. I could have not been as good as I am today if it was not for my mother’s support. One merciful Doctor came to my rescue. I was kept in the hospital for a night and the following day I was discharged. It was quite sad that none of the people I thought were my friends never came to check up on me. I could not do anything and I was fortunate to have someone who always looked after me. Every times I went to the clinic, the nurses were really nasty towards me. People always gossiped about me, spreading rumours that I snatched my friend’s boyfriend. My mother decided to use her last money to get me medication so that I could not go to the clinic anymore because I was not treated well. I did a lot of things that I believed could help me commit suicide. I taken overdose, drank spirit etc.
My mother and aunt were always there, but none of them knew what I was trying to do when I was alone. Even though it is a painful past, I am at ease and happy that I managed to live with it. I am living a happy life and now that I have shared this with the world, I trust that someone out there will be inspired to speak out whatever that has impacted their lives both negatively and positively.