KANENE'S DIARY

Dear Diary,
Boy did I get it hot on Sunday night. Serves me right for opening my wide mouth. My father surprisingly did not end my miserable life. But heavens, he beat me up to a pulp. Diary  on Wednesday, my father and I went to see the Reverend. I entered first  and I narrated everything to him, withholding nothing. The Reverend screamed and started saying some comforting words and asked to see the proof, that is asking me to show him my body and the ugly scars that I bore, then I remembered that he is a man and he would want to do what all men probably loved to do to a woman. It didn't help that he stood up to help me out of my long sleeved shirt
. I felt crowded and I could taste the tang of fear heavy on my tongue, I couldn't hold it in, probably he had good intentions but I remembered what my father had told me about other men that will probably do worse things to me than he had ever done . Hence I let out a deafening scream and ran out of his office. My father didn't go after me but  he entered the Reverend's office. After about thirty minutes, The priest asked my father and I  to step into his office. My father had turned the table on me and had used my overreaction to his advantage. He had told the Reverend that I was delusional and loved to make up sob stories and it worries him about my state of mind, he had also told him that I was in a particular habit of cutting myself and attempting on several occasions to end my life. He played the role of a concerned father and claimed that he feared that I'm possessed and that he had been scared of broaching the topic and coming forth to tell him all these years. The Reverend of course as expected bought his pathetic story and asked me to kneel down so he would pray for me. After all my father is a saint and can do no wrong after all he gave one of the heaviest envelopes during donations and Thanksgiving and harvest. Not forgetting that he participated committedly in everything fundable in the church. He had bought their hearts and had blinded their eyes with his self Righteousness. I quickly turned to leave the office as I was disgusted and I spat on the Parish priest's office floor. My father grabbed my arm and forced me to my knees. The Reverend  drenched me with his "Holy water" and started making declarations and asking me to be set free from every possession. How I laughed at their foolishness and folly. The fools. I just couldn't wait to get home and bath and dry my hair (my pride),probably shove food down my throat and catch some shut eye then read for my forth coming mock exams which would start the next week. When he was finally done. We left the Parish house. My father didn't drive straight home. He stopped by the salon and I thought probably he wanted to have a haircut. I was shocked when he asked the Barber to shave my hair. My full hair, black, luxurious, silky hair. The only part of my body he had never tampered With. I struggled with the Barber and fought relentlessly. My father noticed that I was bent on creating a scene asked them to leave me. I'll give it to the man, he was smart and two steps ahead of me all the time. I thought it was the end of it but  he actually beat me up  after of course he had done his "as usual" to me and dripped hot wax all over my body while hitting my head repeatedly on the head board of my bed while swearing his undying love for me and warned me never to implicate him ever again. I felt blood dripping from my nose and I lost consciousness.
Diary, I woke up the next day and found out that he had shaved my hair whilst I was unconscious. I have totally had it with him. It had to end. I will kill him.