Sars' Saga

Sara lived in a village in the Midlands area of Zimbabwe, were she worked in her fathers fields planting corn and nuts. Her day consisted of getting up at three in the morning going to the fields and planting under the blue light of the stars. At about six in the morning she would return to the farm compound to prepare breakfast for herself and the other children before beginning their seven mile walk to school. After school she returned to the fields to continue the planting until dark. Then back to the compound for dinner and sleep in the hut.

This had been her life until the inflationary economy of Zimbabwe made it impossible to stay. It became increasingly impossible for her father to provide the smallest necessities of life. This is a country where a loaf of bread can cost more than a half million Zim dollars.

She had to leave in an attempt to find work outside of the farm and outside of the country in hope of sending some aid back to her family. In the dead of night she crossed the border into Botswana avoiding the border guards and becoming an illegal immigrant.

Making her way to Maun, the gateway to the Okavango, she found employment as a nanny/housekeeper There the lady of the house, would scold her for the most minor of things, a picture not perfectly straight on the wall, a word spoken to loudly or a minute to late to work.

One day Sara hurried along the river edge attempting to get to work on time. She afraid of another scolding,if late. She saw two men appear from the bush. They grabbed her and held a knife to her face, slashing her mouth. Then tossed her to the ground. They began to rape and stab her multiple times. As they stabbed her they laughed at her screams for mercy and took another drink of there wine. Sara was left for dead along the banks of the river.

Some how the will to live was still in her young body,. Sara struggled to her feet bleeding from her wounds to the body and face. Stumbling to her place of work. She reached the door and began beating on it. The lady of the house heard the commotion and came to the door yelling about her being late yet again. She through the door open just as Sara collapsed in a heap on her porch.

Help was summoned and after a long stay in the hospital she healed physically from her wounds, but she has never healed from her deeper mental wounds. Her story is now carried on her face and in her sad eyes for all to see.

Sars' Saga

Despot

Boise, United States

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