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The
Silent Scream is a story about a South African prostitute
during the apartheid era and beyond. Naive and
powerless, she falls prey to the dark underworld of flesh
peddling in 1985 when trying to support her two children.
This narrative traces her working the local circuit and
neighboring countries amid the tremendous upheavals when
the ANC government takes over white rule. She experiences
family life, disappointment, heartbreak and illness;
getting trapped into drug addiction, slavery and severe
depression. Only in 1998 does she find new hope, when the
opportunity to travel abroad falls into her lap. Introduction I am forty-five years old and presently work in a large and popular house of ill repute in Gauteng, South Africa. I am a whore and have been employed here for the past nine months. All that it comes down to is the same old story in a different house, year after year. My routine consists of work, sleep, a bit of gym that I do to the best of my ability without equipment and back to the house again. Like a hamster in one of those little wheels that are put into their cages to keep them busy. I never see my family or friends and have lost my sense of humor. I never smile or laugh. I am always tired, hung over and cannot bear men near me. I hate the empty drunken conversations; the pawing and the invasion of my body by the hour. Not even the girls whom I love dearly do I find amusing at this stage of my life. And because of this my bookings drop as the clients sense my dislike and impatience. I am very tired and also broke. When I look in the mirror I find that I am still beautiful with an amazing body. But my face is hard and my eyes cold. I am dead but still breathing as my soul has been smothered by unbearable pain. I am a zombie going through the motions of life, constantly considering suicide, as my whole being silently screams out for release. No way forward or backward for a woman like me. Way back there I unknowingly sold my rose tinted spectacles and who wants to live in a world surrounded by the harsh realities of life? Certainly not me so there can be no future for me. Yet I was an innocent once who fell into the game with good intentions. I was not going to be doing this for long, I remember telling myself when I first started selling my body, unaware that my soul was to be part of the deal. This is my story...
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