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Wednesday, 9 January 2013

REAL LIVES REAL AS YOU AND I (Part 2): I suffered and survived paedophilia FROM FAMILY!


I was only 4 years old when my father's only brother came to kaduna to take me to Aba to live with him and his wife. This arrangement was made because they had no kid after 7yrs of marriage and they believed if a child comes to live with them in the house the child will bring goodluck and the woman will conceive. luckily, few months after i came to the house, the woman became pregnant and months later she had a son, then after a year, she had another child (a daughter).

After a while, her kid sister who was about 6yrs my senior joined us in the house. her younger brother who was about 20 yrs my senior was with them in the house helping my uncle in his shop. As time went by, she started maltreating me, accusing me of stealing and bed-wetting which was done by her sister but she never believed it whenever i told her i didnt do it, rather she would punish me the more the stealing continued and increased to dipping hand to take meat from the pot of soup, taking money from her purse and other breaking things in the house and laying the blame on me. one day, my uncle and aunt traveled to the village, stayed for two days and came back, i was at school when they came back, when i got home, i saw a bundle of canes stacked together on the center table, they did not even allow me to drop my books, all i knew was that my whole body was visited with flogging from two of them without telling me what i did. when i was already down from pain and weak from their beatings and couldnt move, they dragged me to the room and locked me up. calling me criminal, ANINI (Anini is the name of one big armed robber that terrorised theeastern part of nigeria many years ago.i cant get these names off my head).

Then after some hours, my aunt came and opened the door and asked me to go wash the dishes and i slept that day without food. i was stopped from going to school, sometimes my aunt will strip me naked and leave me out in the rain and i had to sleep under the stair case. sometimes she would give me things to hawk and i must sell them all and remit the money to her. one day, when i came back from hawking, i left the money and the tray in he kitchen to ease myself, by the time i came back, the money was gone and i couldnt tell her what happened cos i knew she would beat me mercilessly, so i told her brother and he said he would give me another money to give her which he did give me. later in the evening when my aunt,uncle and her sister went to church, the brother called me to his room and tried to put his hand in my Vagina and i resisted, he told me he would tell my aunt if i dont agree, i ran out of the house in confusion. i was sleeping under the stair case when i felt a big and painful stick hit my body and i woke up in pain, they took me upstairs beat me up and left me without food and i didnt know what her brother must have told her. the next day they used a rope, tied my hands and leg and locked me up in a room without food or water and both travelled for a wedding in the village, i was left in that room from friday evening to sunday morning and that gave her younger brother the opportunity to satisfy his evil urge. he gagged my mouth with a rag and did all he wanted and no one was there to save me.... (i cant continue now.. my eyes are heavy.... will finish the story later)

........I feel stronger, lets continue, when the came back, they didnt bother to know if i was dead or alive, my aunt came to the room, loosened the rope and told me to go and shower that i was stinking, and use rag and water to mop the room. when she left, i tried standing up but couldnt, my legs and body were shaking. i didnt now where the strength came from and i dragged myself up, went to the bathroom, drink water, and washed myself up. the pain i felt in my vagina was terrible coupled with the feces on my body. i wept but had to keep my voice down.

Later that evening i was sent to go to her shop and get some items, then a medical doctor that lived on the ground floor saw me and asked what happened that am not walking well, i was scarred to tell him and i started crying again, then he told me to come and see him whenever my aunt is away. luckily for me, when i came back to the house, she was already dressed to go and meet her husband so they would go for evening mass. when they left, i went to the doctor and explained every thing to him. he and his girlfriend laid me down on the bed, use some things i dont know, cleaned me up and it was painful, then gave me some drugs to take. and told me to come to their house everyday for check up. since i was stopped from going to school, it gave me the opportunity to visit the doctor's place when everyone is away. the girlfriend would bath me with warm water and disinfectant, give me food and gave me drugs as instructed by the doctor. i know God brought them into my life to help me. my parents had no idea of these things and i couldnt use the phone

Days went by and the doctor and his girlfriend traveled but they left some drugs and money for me. one day my aunts brother saw me eating biscuit, when he interrogated me and i told him how i got the money, he threatened to tell my aunt that i stole it if i dont open up for him..... i refused and he hit me had, tied me up and raped me again. this time around, i was so mad that when my aunts immediate younger sister visited the house, i told her what her brother did. instead of confronting him, she told her sister(my aunt), she put on the gas cooker, allowed it to heat up, and placed my elbow on it tellng me that if i ever accuse her brother of such things again that she would do worse things than this to me.......
SISTERS, IT IS MY TRUE STORY and till today, my parents have not heard this part of the story...when i publish the book, you alll will hear the rest of the story. i dont want to tell my parents till they see the book cos i want he whole world to hear me and use the medium to protect their children against such evil

F. N. ©2013


Volt said...

Wow this is hw will we get this book and also hear the rest of the story??

Okeoghene said...

Hmmm. Na wa o

fehintola said...

What is the title of d book. Av read lots of books on child abuse. I just wish we could av social worker in Nigeria

fehintola said...

What is the title of d book. Av read lots of books on child abuse. I just wish we could av social worker in Nigeria

Anonymous said...


Tolulope Morayo said...

SurvivorSeries: Almost Raped At 15

Here’s a little story about how I was almost raped at the age of fifteen.

I grew up in Festac Town Lagos. Growing up in the 90′s, the place was known for date rape, gang rape and all sorts of crime.
I was fifteen years old, fresh out of secondary school, a fully developed teenager, bursting with life and very much in love with music.

I had this male friend and our parents were aware of our friendship. They knew we exchanged novels which was okay by them, they didn’t discourage the idea of our friendship.

At the time. My dad, a military officer, had just been posted to Abuja and my mum with my two younger ones had gone visiting. I was home with two of my cousins who were in the university.

On this fateful day, I went with my friend to his house to get a Blackstreet tape and a novel. Yes, CDs were not common, as of then. He left me in his room and went to another part of the house. To do what, I can’t remember now.

Suddenly, his elder cousin bursts in reeking of weed. Yes, we all knew he smoked weed. I remember being shoved and threatened with a knife. I screamed and begged him not to beat me. Keep in mind, here was this chubby, pimple faced and short fifteen year old being threatened by a tall, knife wielding, older guy. Honestly, I had no chance at all.

I begged him not to beat me and told him I would strip for him. I had started undressing when the door started banging from the other end. My friend, in company of his mum, was screaming and crying. I dressed up and my friend’s mum calmed me down after they gained entrance into the room. After getting myself together, I went home and didn’t tell a soul.


Fast forward to two or three months later. I went with my dad to Alakija to get a battery for my mum’s car and the boy walked past us. Till tomorrow, I don’t know what expression my dad saw on my face or what his sixth sense had triggered. He asked what the boy had done to me, , my dad turned RED. I mean real RED! When we got home, he told me to repeat the story to my mum. Oh, what a scene it was!

The next morning, my dad woke me up, told me to get dressed and marched me to the boy’s house. I don’t know the conversation he had with my friend’s mum. All I know is that the boy got into the car with us and we drove straight to my house with two soldiers in the car.

The only way I can describe the beating is “maximum shishi”. The beating was so much that my mum started pleading for the boy. After a while, my dad called me and did something I’ll forever be grateful for. He said ” I’ll give you your power back.” Told the boy to kneel and told me to slap the boy. Boy, those are still the two most satisfying slaps I’ve given anyone till date. I truly got my power back!

The gist spread throughout Festac that my dad had a gun. Till we moved out of Festac, no boy came near me or my cousins.

I tell this story after these years for one reason alone. IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT IF YOU GET RAPED! Contrary to what the perpetrator or the society might make you believe. Fine, I was almost raped but I have seen enough rape cases in my time here. I’ve seen girls, once bursting with life, turn recluse and timid.

Rape still remains the world’s most under-reported crime.

Dear victims, please seek help. Talk to someone and go for medicals at the earliest time possible. Report to the police (although I have my reservations about that) and get help from NGOs that specializes in cases like these. Please be strong! If you’re not strong and positive the perverted soul that inflicted the rape will have power over you for life. Stay positive.

Dear parents, please raise your kids properly. Teach them to respect women and vice versa. Teach them that the opposite sex isn’t a sex figure to objectified. Love your children unconditionally and encourage them to talk to you no matter what they are going through.

Follow the hash tag #tweetagainstrape and join the conversation.

There’s power in number.

'Lara said...

Wow...this is so sad and horrific...I hope you have been able to seek help and not just publish a book.

Asabe said...

My God what is this world turning into......It is not able publishing the book,why have you not told your parents let them know first before going ahead with your publishing. May God help us all, because what goes around comes around to our so called aunts and uncles.

Anonymous said...

I was in the RCCG in a european country and I have just gotten out of there. It defiently is a cult. I was fooled in a big way. They use hypnosis and mind control techniques.There repetative music and long praying are all designed to enduce dissociative states where you become susceptable to suggestions. I let my guard down because I thought it was a chrisitan church. It defiently is not they twist the bible to justify pagan practices and control people. They use fear of God and the Devil to scare you. They teach God will curse you If you don't pay your tithes. Maybe one can get physically healed by these soul destructive pracices but none of my healings ever lasted it was like as soon as I gave my testimony the problem would come back and I was too ashamed to tell anyone because it might cause people to lose their faith. Seeking a sign is not faith. Our trut needs to be in Jesus who came in the flesh not this mystical antichrist they have at the redeemed or their Men of God(Which God

Anonymous said...


I read this post two times.

I like it so much, please try to keep posting.