International Women's Day 2007

Its international women’s day today. I have not given much thought about what I want to do today. But what is it that I can do to make today a memorable day? How do I make it impactful? So i decided.. wey hey hey I'll write! Searching my mind for something to write I questioned myself repeatedly, I knew I was at a dead end.10 minutes staring at the monitor and for the life of me I still cant figure out what to write.. I couldn’t even think of a bad story let alone a good one! Sigh… heck I even tried imagining myself to be someone else.. Someone with poise and such composed stature.. A writer of some sort.. someone who doesn’t have to wring her brains for something to write then maybe, just maybe something interesting will pop up in me brains.. But then again, I’m not surprised; I’ve always had trouble putting my thoughts into words. I was about to take my fingers of the keyboard when lo behold my mind raced back to my trip to Thailand, to Pattaya to be exact. A leisurely walk to look see into town turned into a walk ill never be able to shrug off my memory. I saw a little girl, around 6 to 8 years old, being held at her wrist by another woman. The distance between us must easily been about a 100 meters and I was walking towards her. The little girl was in a white bath robe. With long flowy hair till her shoulders, she had a flower tucked above her hair. And some gloss on her lips and a big smile on her face. Oh god the smile! She had such a pretty face you just cant help wonder if your little girl will look like this. Someone honked and I was brought out of my reverie.. What is she doing here? What is she doing in a red light area in the middle of Pattaya? As these thoughts raced through my head, I saw the lady bring the girl towards a man. Its only I offer a brief description of his looks. He was about 6 ft tall mat salleh guy big a big belly and a rough beard, the sort that looks like the white biker. And right in front of me, he took out folded bills of thai bahts and paid the woman. I was just rooted at spot taking in the act that was unfolding before my eyes. The man touched the girl’s hair and ran his fingers down her face. The little girl must be felt tickled because she laughed. And seeing her laugh, the woman laughed along with the man and I think that is all the encouragement he needed. He put his hand into the girl’s robe and parted it and pinched her nipples. The woman walked away as the little girl struggled to get loose from the man, her smile wiped off from her face, her smile replaced with a look of terror and fear in her eyes. She was screaming as she was literally dragged into a motel. Bile rose in my throat as I watched this scene end. Even though I puked so many times, I just could not get the bitter bile out of my mouth. The bitterness is not in my mouth but in my heart. I pray for that little girl everyday. I pray everyday for all the girls in her similar positions. I pray the world will become a better place for women. I know many out there long to do something about it. Do it. It may a be small gesture, it may be something of a bigger magnitude, but whatever it is.. Start somewhere. I have and it gives me great satisfaction. Let us all unite and help where and when ever we can to put an end to women’s sufferings.
God Bless.