OF WATER, WOUNDS AND WILLPOWER - Surviving Gender Based Violence
As I approached Araba, a sachet water hawker at the Odawna bus terminal, I was met with a sight that would take me a bit longer to delete from my memory. She was a young mother, with a 7-month-old baby strapped to her back and another life growing within her. She was seated in her own world, oblivious to the blistering sounds of the ghetto blaster near her. On her head was a bucket of sachet water, balanced effortlessly. Her eyes craved for more sleep which might have eluded her all night. But they were eyes that told a story of unyielding resilience. Soon, we were lost in a casual conversation. I discovered that Araba's life had been an odyssey of pain, abuse, and neglect. Her marriage, once a promise of love and companionship, had morphed into a nightmare of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse. With a courage that uplifted her fragile frame, Araba shared her story of escape from the fangs of her predator "husband" and finding solace on the streets of Accra....