Why I Didn 't Know About Kalala Essay
Eleven years ago after arriving to Australia from Burundi, Africa, I met my husband Kalala Balenga, who was a recent refugee from Congo. We had the same social worker who helped us get settled. Since I spoke Swahili, and Kalala spoke English, our social worker made us spend a lot of time together, so I could learn English. Eventually we started to fall in love and ended up getting married, and moved to Melbourne Kings Park in Australia, where we had three children, plus the five that Kalala had from a previous marriage. I started to learn more about Kalala’s past. He told me about a dark time, where a rebel army invaded his village, and ransacked it. In the process, they killed his wife and son. I was aware that this moment changed Kalala. He didn 't know how to deal with his feelings, so he turned to violence. What I didn 't know was that he was violent enough to try and kill his own wife.
A year before my “murder”, I traveled back home to Burundi to attend my stepmother’s funeral. My birth mother had died shortly after I was born and my father remarried and then one day he never returned home, so I became very close with my stepmother. Going to her funeral was a very emotional time, because it was the last resemblance of a parent figure, who helped shaped me into the person I am today. I had a hard time telling myself to go inside the building. I didn 't want to sit through a…