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 breath. Years later, he came to beg for forgiveness, saying his life had fallen apart. I forgave him. Not long after, he got drunk, hit a one-year-old child with his car, and ended up in prison.
As for the two brothers, I recently found out the older one died after a long illness. I can’t say I feel anything. They had families, but when I was that helpless little girl, they didn’t care about my pain.
Later, when I was under eighteen, I went to Abia State for a recruitment program. I stayed with another “family friend,” a man old enough to be my father. During the day, he played good father role & at night he always tried to sleep with me which I always refused.
It kept happening till one night I refused and before I could blank my eyes, this man threw me out by 2am. I had to stay under a tree by myself all at night till the following morning. I tried to go back since I had nowhere else to stay and he gave me a condition of sex under his roof or I'm out.
I immediately walked out and he called my family the next day only to tell them that I ran away with a boy. I slept in the open field till I was done with the program I came for. I never saw him till date, but I heard he recently got dismissed from his job. Do I care? No! not real events
P.S: This is a fiction, not real events
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 con...
This is deeply emotional and truly touching.
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