EPISODE ONE:
AUNTIE’S PROMISE
It was a Saturday evening when my mother and I met Aunty, a familiar face from our neighborhood who now lived in Lagos.
She was set to return to Lagos the next morning, and as we talked, she expressed a strong desire to take me with her.
She painted a picture of a brighter future, better education, a comfortable life, and endless opportunities.
Without a second thought, my mother agreed. The next day, I traveled with Aunty to Lagos, eager and full of hope.
Upon arrival, we were welcomed by her husband, a tall, light-skinned, well-educated, man of wealth and great influence.
For almost a month, I remained at home because every school we approached insisted I had to return to JSS2.
They believed students from villages couldn’t keep up with the academic standard of city schools.
After much effort and deliberation, Aunty and her husband finally got me admitted into JSS3 at a private school, even though I was supposed to be in SS1 by then.
To be continued…
When I was under ten, two brothers; our family friends kept sexually abusing me. I tried to tell someone, but instead of being protected, I was blamed for “playing with boys.” I was just a small, innocent girl that they took advantage of. One was older, the other was younger, but both cruel. They would hold me down, cover my mouth, and take turns with me. I felt helpless, dirty, and ashamed. Things only changed when my family relocated. I thought I was finally safe but little did I know that I was wrong. Another so-called family friend, a man over twenty years older than me, began calling me to “help his wife.” What I didn’t know was that his wife was never home. And just like that, one day he locked the door, dragged me, and violated me. I begged him to stop, told him I was a virgin, but he only laughed and tore my clothes. Afterward, he threatened to kill me if I ever tell my parents about it. I ran home, broken, and cried until I could cry no more. I cursed him with every bre...
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