|RAPED! ... And Then She Discovered Her
By Ayoola Olajide in Ghana
had grown to trust. Now 18, she still remembers the day, and when she perceives a certain
brand of perfume, she relives the moment as if it was only yesterday. A lonely dwelling-
place, such as a house where all the inhabitants have gone to work, also gives the same
feeling of panic. In one word, 12 years after the experience, Gertrude still reels from what
psychologists call post-traumatic stress disorder.
Slender, dark and beautiful, Gertrude hides a hurt which still troubles her and which once
drove her to the brink of suicide.
she recalls to a group of persons and families living with sickle cell at the International
Conference Centre, Accra. The group was having a meeting on the sidelines of the First
Global Sickle Cell Congress which took place in the West African country in July.
With everyone sharing their stories, asking questions and interacting with one another as only fellow sufferers could, it all turned out
to be a cathartic session. It was not by coincidence that a London-based Ghanaian clinical psychologist, Dr. Kofie Anie, himself with
sickle cell, oversaw the interactive session.
As Gertrude launched into her story, her voice quavered occasionally and teardrops would stream down her cheeks.
Shedding A Heavy Load
'I used to be ashamed to relate the unspeakable experience I underwent,' she tells the shocked audience of adults and children, 'But
today I feel like I have unburdened myself of a very, very heavy load.'
Apparently, she had never breathed a word of it to anyone outside close family: If not for her age at the time of the odyssey, perhaps
even her parents would never have known. Within minutes of the rape, she started to bleed; and though her assailant had threatened
her to tell no-one, she had no option than to talk. Blood seeping down your legs in a steady stream is certainly not something anyone
can hide. Anyway, a six year old had not the artifice to lie about an incident so bizarre. The thing had punctured not just her hymen
but also the innocence of her childhood. It would be many years before she could gather herself together again.
Her relatives took her to Korle Bu Teaching Hospital, where she was admitted. Several laboratory investigations were conducted; and
then a routine blood test showed the child was with sickle cell anaemia.
With the toll of rape on her child's mind, pulling her weight in school was an uphill task. She did wade through elementary and
secondary school but the involuntary suspicion of male teachers and schoolmates kept her from performing as brightly as might be
expected of an otherwise gifted student. She could not even confide her dark secret in members of her own sex - hers was a lonely
existence in the midst of company.
Discontent with her under-achievement and dissatisfaction with a society half of which she was distrustful and the other half from
which she isolated herself - and perhaps other intra-psychic matters too deep to unravel - once led Gertrude to attempt to take her
'I'm happy I did not succeed at the attempt,' she says, issuing a dry smile, 'otherwise I would not have been here today!'
Gertrude has never been transfused but up to the age of 17 she suffered fainting spells which left her family and doctors baffled. She
plans to go back to school and train as a nurse.
'I have a burning desire to assist sick people,' she says.