“If you did not do what you were accused of, why did you say sorry,” the prosecutor asked. “I didn’t do it!”
Odiuko, the abused, was mistaken as the abuser. She endured so much in the hands of her abusers and accusers, standing weeks of a court trial for a crime she did not commit. She spiralled down and nosedived into the crevices of the valley’s dark. Incarcerated in her mind, she likened her experience to the garden of Gethsemane. Sustained finger-pointing led her to believe the distorted narrative of her abusers.
Therapy became her strategy, dance, ventilation means and point of energy dispensation, and spirituality, her safe place. Her core found expression through many outlets. Curiosity became the gateway to her new world. Identifying her why helped her decipher her way out of the ditch.
Odiuko was beautifully broken. She was a survivor. She was everything that her abusers tried to make her believe she was not.