Where is the help when women need it?

IT is late night, there is heavy rain outside, the fire is reduced to burning charcoal, little children have gone to sleep in the cradle of loving adults and speeches are reduced to whispers.
Suddenly the main door is kicked inward and the entire village hut is filled with cruel looking men, more than the eye could count, armed to the teeth, faces covered with masks, darkened with battery acid and black paint with their heads covered with makeshift scarves.
No one is able to escape.
Those who tried met their own fate in pitch darkness and dredging rain.
A woman and her husband are the targets.
The wife is stripped naked, dragged outdoor, sexually assaulted and thrown onto a waiting vehicle.
In the distance, she could only hear the last struggling words uttered by the husband who was being tortured some distance away.
This mother made her way to the Baptist mission four kilometres away and airlifted early the next morning to Goroka.
The only thing she could cover was her torso.
She was to have been intercepted by the Kafe Women’s Association but ended up in a Catholic sister’s convent.
I was alerted at night and my spouse and I walked to the convent to take her into our care. Like many in the past and currently, this mother has been with us since February and we are making it our business to address the situation.
The husband is believed to have been murdered.
Police have been to the crime scene on more than one occasion but have failed to make arrests.
This is just one of thousands of pending cases society has to deal with.
So where does the Consultative Implementation and Monitoring Council come in especially when they advertise themselves as the family and sexual violence action committee?

Gerard Saleu