Anon :
Anon is from South Africa. She grew up watching her father beat her mother and went on to live in abusive relationships herself, for many years. After finally fighting back against her second husband, she realized she didn’t want the kind of power he had wielded over her. She left him and sought help with substance abuse recovery. Both she and her mother are content to be on their own now, free from abuse.
I never quite understood why my mother stayed, until I stood in her shoes. As a little girl, I always seemed to end up under the table on Thursday nights, crying. Mom would drag me out and say, “you’ll bring bad luck.” On Friday night, the drinking and fighting would happen, and of course I thought it was my fault.
I fell pregnant at 15 years of age. I started using birth control pills after my daughter was born. When my boyfriend found out, he threw them down the toilet and raped me. It didn’t just happen once, but a few times, and I got pregnant again. My marriage ended after 11 years, and I swore not to get involved with an abuser ever again.
My second marriage took place only a couple of months later. At first, it was sheer bliss. Then I started saying things about his drinking habits. On the night of September 11th 2001, I experienced his first violent act. He accused me of having sex with his friend, pushed me down on the bed, and checked my panties. He pushed me into the bathtub.
I must have knocked my head, but the shock made me numb to the pain. It went on and on. He pushed me over the couch and jumped on top of me. And then he pulled me up by my arm and swung me against the wall. I sagged down to the floor and just sat next to
an open door, but I was too scared to get up and run. And I even wondered if it was my fault.
Only a month later, I experienced his second violent act. This time, he added a public dimension by tackling me in front of our gate. I ran inside and he followed me, threw me on the bed, and choked me. Then he hit me in the jaw with his fist. As the pain exploded in my head, my whole world shrunk to a pinprick.
I was ready for his third violent act. He was choking me, and I pulled the drawer from the pedestal and hit him hard. I proceeded to break as many pieces of furniture as I could. When he was down, I felt powerful. But the next morning, I had more clarity and felt I
didn’t want his kind of power. I joined Al-anon soon afterwards and started my road to recovery. I learned that an ability to support myself financially is crucial to my well-being. And that none of his violence was
my fault. Four years later, I’m alone and happy - most of the time. My mom is alone too.
We talk sometimes, about the past and the future.
Anon :
Anon is from South Africa. She grew up watching her father beat her mother and went on to live in abusive relationships herself, for many years. After finally fighting back against her second husband, she realized she didn’t want the kind of power he had wielded over her. She left him and sought help with substance abuse recovery. Both she and her mother are content to be on their own now, free from abuse.
I never quite understood why my mother stayed, until I stood in her shoes. As a little girl, I always seemed to end up under the table on Thursday nights, crying. Mom would drag me out and say, “you’ll bring bad luck.” On Friday night, the drinking and fighting would happen, and of course I thought it was my fault.
I fell pregnant at 15 years of age. I started using birth control pills after my daughter was born. When my boyfriend found out, he threw them down the toilet and raped me. It didn’t just happen once, but a few times, and I got pregnant again. My marriage ended after 11 years, and I swore not to get involved with an abuser ever again.
My second marriage took place only a couple of months later. At first, it was sheer bliss. Then I started saying things about his drinking habits. On the night of September 11th 2001, I experienced his first violent act. He accused me of having sex with his friend, pushed me down on the bed, and checked my panties. He pushed me into the bathtub.
I must have knocked my head, but the shock made me numb to the pain. It went on and on. He pushed me over the couch and jumped on top of me. And then he pulled me up by my arm and swung me against the wall. I sagged down to the floor and just sat next to
an open door, but I was too scared to get up and run. And I even wondered if it was my fault.
Only a month later, I experienced his second violent act. This time, he added a public dimension by tackling me in front of our gate. I ran inside and he followed me, threw me on the bed, and choked me. Then he hit me in the jaw with his fist. As the pain exploded in my head, my whole world shrunk to a pinprick.
I was ready for his third violent act. He was choking me, and I pulled the drawer from the pedestal and hit him hard. I proceeded to break as many pieces of furniture as I could. When he was down, I felt powerful. But the next morning, I had more clarity and felt I
didn’t want his kind of power. I joined Al-anon soon afterwards and started my road to recovery. I learned that an ability to support myself financially is crucial to my well-being. And that none of his violence was
my fault. Four years later, I’m alone and happy - most of the time. My mom is alone too.
We talk sometimes, about the past and the future.
Facebook vill inte att jag samlar in pengar för det som jag vill!
De försöker tvinga mig att välja en välgörenhetsorganisation från deras lista.
På grund av detta lägger jag ut min insamling på vår webbplats och via Giving Way! (se info längst ner)
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Efter bara 2 gånger att övat tillsammans!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kMR8heB5ozY
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Tillsammans kan vi göra skillnad och låta musiken fylla våra själar!
SABELANI Music Initiative är en ideell organisation som är registrerad hos det Sydafrikanska skatteverket med nummer NPC 2019/187484/08.
Jag ber om er hjälp, inte som organisationens vice ordförande, utan personligen.
COVID spreds sig som en löpeld där Sydafrikanska regeringen var tvungen att utfärda s.k. ”lock down.” Detta var ett riktigt bakslag för oss men nu efter ett år har SABELANI precis startat upp igen och planera för den första konserten.
Vi ligger oss i startgroparna!
Med tanke på att alla av våra medlemmar kommer från de östra förorterna i Ekurhuleni, är vår organisation inte bara ett ljus i tunneln utan även en möjlighet att tjäna en välbehövlig inkomst.
De sydafrikanska regerings- och konstprogrammen har genom åren plundrats och lämnat SABELANI Music Initiative som är en välgörenhetsorganisation helt utan finansiering.
Utan finansiering är det omöjligt att uppnå det som behövs, d.v.s. möjligheten att planera konserter, betala för våra dräkter eller ge ekonomisk stabilitet till våra sångare.
Varje konsert som SABELANI tillhandahåller går intäkterna tillbaka till medlemmarna i form av ett bidrag.
Vår organisation ger dem en möjlighet att kunna försörja sina familjer i den allt mer sviktande ekonomiska krisen Sydafrika befinner sig i.
SABELANI består av 175 registrerade medlemmar och 4 dirigenter.
Organisationen startades av mig själv och Joe Khanye.
Vårt syfte med organisationen är lyfta fram de personer som är födda att sjunga samt i slutändan kunna livnära sig på det.
Många kan sjunga men saknar kunskapen att tyda musiken och dess variationer samt läsa noter.
Vår organisation hjälper till med det.
50 kvinnor är i akut behov att få in pengar till konsertklänningar.
Pengarna kommer gå oavkortat till konsertklänningarna som de ska ha vid uppträdandet den 23 oktober 2021.
Betalning av dräkterna måste ske denna månad.
Den totala kostnaden som SABELANI måste samla in är R 30 000 vilket motsvarar 17 000 SEK.
Eventuellt överskott kommer läggas mot skor och andra scenkläder.
Om vi alla hjälps åt med en liten summa, kommer vi att nå detta fantasktika mål väldigt fort.
Alla donationer tas tacksamts emot. För er som önskar kvitto, meddela mig så ordnar jag detta.
Tack på förhand och jag vill att ni ska veta att våra medlemmar är oerhört tacksamma för varje litet bidrag.
Låt inte deras fantastiska gåvor gå till spillo. Med dessa ord avslutar jag min önskan om donation.
Imizwilili yisiko lethu esiphila ngalo! Music is our culture that we live by!
Läs mer om vår organisation på : https://sabelanimusic.wixsite.com/sabelanimusic
Och lyssna på vår talangfulla sångerska på : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLbh3JS6JExNwXKGGlCiJvQ