Sitawa Wafula was on her way to church one Sunday when she ended up in a friend’s house. At the house, her drink was spiked that morning and she was raped. When she regained consciousness that afternoon, she was raped again.
Prior to this, Sitawa was epileptic, and she had now just been raped, twice, in one day, by a supposed friend. She later became depressed, suicidal and bipolar. One woman, dealing with epilepsy, rape, depression, suicide and bipolar.
In a TV interview, Sitawa Wafula shared her story. She did it in a manner so priceless: with grace and poise and strength. Strength that only a handful of people in the world could ever possess.
As I watched the interview, I shook out of sadness, fear, despair and agony. But also out of hope, faith, optimism and wealth. Wealth that could only be found from a story so strong. The woman being interviewed also had depth. A depth so contagious.
I wanted to interview Sitawa. I wanted her to look me in the eyes and tell me this story. Somehow, I thought, if she just told me the story in person, maybe I would seriously see God with my own eyes, because that, that is a woman whose life God reigns through.