I kept on crying

This is a simply and delicately told story devoid of any salt, sugar or pepper. It is a tale of survival in the presence of evil. It tells of the harrowing times whenever the madness of her husband was about to descent on her.

In these pages she tells of the captivating story of her abuse, and in doing so, the story of how abuse persists as a disconcerting reality in our country, continent and the world. This is narrated so simply and passionately yet articulately inviting. It is with great sadness, accompanied by tremendous pleasure that the author decided to put her experiences to pen-for posterity.

I, therefore, invite you to be part of this painful story of hope and determination amidst crushing despair often punctuated by frightening anxiety, frustration and disappointment. This story is a testimony to the fact that one can survive abuse and blossom.