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Topic: Blue (10/08/09)
- TITLE: The Dark Blue Room
By harvestgal Ndaguba
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I use to stare at this picture and daydream about that girl. Who was she? What was she praying about? Each night I'd have different daydreams and a different story about her.
Then there was that day... that dreadful day. I laid on my bed, wrapped in my soft blue comforter, staring at the picture, daydreaming about the girl praying. I had my favorite blue nightgown on and I was enjoying the comfort of my dark blue room. Needless to say, blue was my favorite color. I was lost in the world of the girl in the picture. Then I heard my bedroom door open. I paid no attention thinking it was my mother and I continued on with my daydreams till suddenly I felt him lay in the bed beside me, terrified, I tried to scream but he covered my mouth. He wrapped himself in the comforter with me and violated my pretty blue nightgown.
Shocked, afraid and hurt, I cried myself to sleep. I wondered if the praying girl saw what had happened. I wondered if she knew my pain. I wondered if she prayed for me. Only she and I knew what happened that night. I kept it that way for many years. He was drunk, so was I to excuse him. Perhaps it was my fault, I had that pretty blue nightgown on. Perhaps I had tempted him. He never acknowledged what happened, maybe he didn't know. Maybe he didn't remember. It was my secret.
But after that day. My childhood was stolen. My innocence gone.
I grew up and had to be strong. I studied hard throughout Junior high and high school and earned a full scholarship to the top university in the state. I put all my energy into my studies, I tried to drown out the past. I graduated top of my class and went on through medical school.
I never let people get close to me. I still stayed in my own little world, but I learned how to play the outside world, with out letting them in to mine. But she... that girl in the blue nightgown on the wall, she was the only one with access into my world, yet I was afraid of her.
I graduated, top of the class from med school. I've come home after 8 years of being away. I never came to visit, but always stayed at school during the summers and holidays. I was scared of this blue room and that girl on the wall. But now... I've come home to face her and all the memories this blue room brings back to me. Mother doesn't live here anymore, she's in an old folks home. My father is dead. And the silence in this home surrounds me.
She looks so young now. The girl in the picture. She's just a little girl. And I... I write this all in my journal. But the blue, it comforts me. In the midst of fear and dread, there's something about the blue that comforts me. Or perhaps it's something in this room that comforts me. And the girl... she's reaching out to me. She's praying...for me. All these years, I've wondered where was God when this thing happened to me. And now... I finally know the answer. He was right here, holding me, weeping when I wept. Grieving in my pain, and helping me to cope in the midst of it all. And in the midst of this sorrow, His comfort is still here. He is the comfort I feel in this blue room.
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