First thing I gotta do when I wake up in the morning, the simplest thing but also my worst fear, I gotta open my eyes. So I wake up mentally, say a quick prayer and brace myself for the sad HD quality reality of yet another day at work...

The war begins... I open my eyes...

Light invades and rapes them of their innocence and dreams accumulated the previous night... I shut them but only for a moment and throw them back in the war... I gotta face my presence...

Ok I thought... the worst is over. But now the real squabble begins. Do I jump out of bed and start the day, or do I give in to the trauma of the sudden rape, turn the opposite direction, pull the blanket over my head and tell the light to kiss my now exposed fat ass. I know... the image is clearer than a zapiro diss to Zuma... This battle of minds is bigger than COPE vs ANC mfana... Too bad my last name isn't Zuma, and nobody is willing to kill for my peace of mind and a few more hours of sleep... this goes on for a few mosquito years...

The line between the minds is clearly drawn like hop scotch. Move to the next square or resist and stand... But the guilt of deadlines and of my boss' face renders me unstable like a man with one leg... Eish this new realisation hits me harder than cholera on Zimbabwe... I gotta get up...

I get up, stagger towards the bathroom and hurt my toe in the process, this time, rape victim or not I gotta open my eyes...
I do a mini shower... I stagger back to my room and break a vase in the process... That's when my brother shouts from the other room...

"Will you fuckin' keep it down...? Can we sleep in peace...It's a Sunday for goodness sake, where you rushing off to blah blah (etc)..."

If you describe what I did next as "She loudly screamed profanities in rage and tears" it would be an understatement...