Skip to main content

SEXUAL ABUSE (Final Part)

The treatment continued for the remaining nights before their mother came back. On the fourth night, Leonard said to me, “I hope you aren’t thinking of telling our mother. Do you really think she will believe you over us?” At this, his brothers burst into laughter while I cried silently. I knew he was right.
I was indeed on my own. I felt worthless. I couldn’t interact with other girls my age; I didn’t feel like a little girl anymore. Those boys took that away from me. The assault continued till I was 16. Any of them would come into my room at night and rape me. I usually never made any sound. It was useless.

I went to school one day and decided I wouldn’t return to that house. I didn’t know where to go, but by night, I ran into a church where a lady cleaning saw me with tears in my eyes and took me to the pastor’s wife who took me in. After hearing my story, she took me to the hospital the next morning where I was thoroughly checked. It was a miracle that I didn’t get pregnant. I begged her not to go the police, but of course, the harm had already been done. I developed a great dislike for sex. I lost my self esteem and only put off the idea of taking my life with constant prayers and words of encouragement from the pastor and his wife. They took me as one of their own and sent me to school, and later to the polytechnic where I fell in love with Timothy. He was patient with me and was ready to wait till we got married.

But even marriage has not changed anything. Whenever he touches me, the terror and panic from that night comes back and I scream and push him away. I haven’t told him my story yet. I know I’m not being fair to him; leaving him clueless and confused, I just can’t summon enough courage to tell him. But not having sex seven months after being married is really threatening to bring an end to my still young marriage.

Sexual abuse is a monster. It's a pity that despite all said and done, it's still there in our society, causing havoc. You listen to the radio and hear of a man who raped a three or twelve years old girl. Males, females, no one should ever experience the horror of sexual abuse, although the most commonly abused are the females.

The bible said every other sin is outside the flesh, but that of fornication is committed against your own body. Same with sexual abuse. It goes deeper than we think. It causes more damage. The victims most times never recover. The impact can be felt even after the act has been stopped for years. Victims of sexual abuse NEVER remain the same.

So I'm calling on government agencies to take this menace seriously. There should be really strict penalties for whosoever is found guilty of this outrageous act. No one should ever have to suffer it.

Labels:

Comments

  1. AnonymousSaturday, August 19, 2023 9:41:00 pm

    Some weeks ago my boyfriend broke up with me due to some issues.

    I did everything to get him back but nothing worked.

    I contacted a relationship doctor i saw online.

    I told the relationship doctor everything that happened,

    He promised to fix my relationship.

    My relationship was restored just as promised,

    My Ex-boyfriend is back and promised never to leave me again

    I am the happiest lady on earth,

    Never too late to fix your broken heart.

    You can still get your lover back...

    Fix broken relationship/marriage...

    Thanks a lot🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

    address:::::: R.buckler11@ gmail. com

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

CULTISM (Final part)

When we got to the bus stop, I walked up to her and commended her kindness. She gave me a smile that would melt stone and replied, “Oh it’s nothing. We should be nice to people.” We introduced ourselves and by the end of our introduction, I felt like I had known her all my life. I asked for her contact, which she gave me and the rest is history. Our relationship grew from one level to another, and today, I’m standing at the altar with the love of my life. “Yes, I do”, I replied to the pastor while my eyes danced all over her face. “I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride”. Just then, there was pandemonium among the congregation and as I turned to look, I heard a shot, then screams and I saw Juliet fall to the floor, blood pouring out from a hole by the side of her head. For an instant, I felt my heart stop. “It’s a dream Nath!” Repeating the words to myself didn’t help. I just wanted to wake up...
1 comment
Read more

OIL SPILLAGE (part 2)

Later that morning as I watched her wash the bed-spread heavily soiled with blood; a ritual I had witnessed for the fourth time now, I couldn't help but wonder if nma was really a witch like I overhead aunty Zorlesi and aunty Barido talking the other day on my way from uncle Letam's house, with the little keg of palm wine papa had sent me to get. I know my nma & papa had me after being married for 7 years; nma said it every time anyone tried to beat me. And Aunty Waka even said aunty Dumle, aunty Leelee and aunty Barine who suffered the same fate as nma were all in the same witchcraft coven. It was rumoured that they ate up their babies from their womb. As I watched nma wash her wrappers with tear in her eyes, I shook my head vigorously. It couldn't be. Nma is one of the kindest women in the village, and I know witches are always wicked like Nàà Sorka, the village witch that had been abandoned in her hut by her children because she bewitched all of them. No, nma is n...
Post a Comment
Read more

OIL SPILLAGE (Final part)

Later that evening, as I sat with papa outside, his friend uncle Barinua called in and they began to talk over a keg of palm wine  about Unle Barido who had just died yesterday. I watched their mouths fill with palm wine and wondered if uncle Barido also drank palm wine, swirling it in his mouth for some time like papa did before swallowing and how it must be for him to not be able to drink palm wine anymore because he was dead. Uncle Barido had died shouting that he couldn't breath. He had been having such experiences for some time just like Uncle Dornu that lives along the way to the stream. I guess Uncle Barido wasn't a strong fighter. As I listened to Uncle Barinua talk about how his Uncle died from the same condition two years ago, I began to think that maybe, my village had done something wrong that we were being punished for. First loosing babies, next dying of breathing problems. I also remembered hearing nma & papa complain last week that the taste of the fishes c...
Post a Comment
Read more

SEXUAL ABUSE (part 2)

Since I had no known relatives; my mum was the only child of her late parents and she left everything and everyone related to my dad after their divorce, I was taken in by my mum’s closest friend. She was a business woman with a very big boutique. Her husband worked with an oil company, so he wasn’t always around. I was registered in a school with their three sons, Pascal, Leonard and Julius aged 11, 14 and 16 respectively. Maybe it was because their parents were wealthy, coupled with the fact that they were over pampered, they were excessively spoilt. They treated me like an object to be avoided. I was 13 years old when I rushed back home from school one day really pressed. I was at the verge of peeing on myself. My mum had always told me that the bad habit of holding back urine till the last minute would cause trouble for me if I didn’t stop it. I guess the trouble decided to come on that day. I rushed into the bathroom without knocking, only to be met with the nake...
Post a Comment
Read more

WIDOWHOOD PRACTICE (part 2)

When I got to the village, it wasn’t much of a problem settling down because my mum was from the eastern part of the country and I spent a good part of my childhood vacations with her relatives in the village hence, I was very fluent in Igbo, the language of the east. It wasn’t difficult to find an elderly woman who was willing to rent one of the rooms in the small house she shared with her son to me at a fair price. The people of this village were known to be kind to strangers- history had it that many years ago, one of their gods in form of a weary looking man had visited the house of a widowed woman one night. And due to the hospitality shown to the human- god, it blessed the community and that led to a very bountiful harvest that year. So it was a law to always be kind to strangers; you never know when a god will come visiting. Part 3
Post a Comment
Read more

WIDOWHOOD PRACTICE (part 3)

When I had settled down, I engaged my host in a conversation and I found out that the village was in excitement over the refusal of a woman- a widow who had just lost her husband, to obey the laws laid down by the Umuada to be observed by all widows immediately her husband dies. The woman, Akunna a mother of 4 children lost her husband two weeks ago. She and her late husband resided in the city and were forced back to the village due to hardship seven years ago. Though without any formal education, Akunna was an enlightened woman. She wouldn’t bulge to the pressure mounted on her by the Umuada to keep to the age long tradition of the community. Hence, the village head called for a meeting of all the villagers to the market square the next day to decide on the suitable punishment for her. It was the first time the law was disregarded. I was just in time, I thought to myself. Being present at the meeting tomorrow would enable me get the information I needed first hand. So I thanked my...
Post a Comment
Read more

WIDOWHOOD PRACTICE (part 1)

My name is Steven Bassey. I work as a reporter for one of the leading radio stations in Nigeria. Some days ago, we got an anonymous tip about the gross and inhuman treated meted out on widows in a remote village in an eastern state in the country, and the radio station sent me to investigate and bring back a detailed report. So one faithful Monday morning, I kissed my family goodbye and set out on the journey that has taught me things that touched my heart. Part 2
Post a Comment
Read more

CULTISM (part 1)

“Do you, Nathaniel Lawson, take Juliet Cookey to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part? I looked in to her eyes again and I felt a thousand butterflies fill my stomach. I made it! Here I am, standing at the altar with the woman of my dreams, my better half, my life partner, my twin. I’m getting married to Juliet, my crush for over three years! And in those brief seconds, my mind went down memory lane. I met Juliet during my NYSC days at Asaba. Ours was not the typical “love at first sight” thing. On my way home from work one day, a fight broke out in the bus I boarded between the conductor and one of the passengers; an elderly man who couldn’t pay his fare becaus e he had forgotten his wallet where he was coming from. He was pleading with the conductor to pardon him. Trust these agberos. It was like pouring water on zuma rock....
1 comment
Read more

DRUG ABUSE (final part)

We were in the sitting room one night watching television when we heard loud laughter from Chima’s room. We ran to check, and there was my brother seated on the floor pointing at the window and laughing hysterically. My mum broke down in tears, ‘heeeeeiiii my enemies have done it! My only son has gone mad. What have I done to deserve this? Haaaaa! I’m finished. My only son!’. At the word “mad”, I remembered Aunt Esther’s words, “let madness fall on you”. I looked at my brother and felt goose bumps on my skin. Chima had indeed gone mad. I was stupefied. Was Aunt Esther a witch? How can Chima be mad? These and many other questions filled my heart as I watched my mum wail. My dad walked in the room while I followed him and became aware of the smoky smell. We didn’t have to search for the source; right in front of my brother were rolls of tobacco wrapped in papers. My dad opened his mouth in shock. Chima was a smoker. My dad looke...
1 comment
Read more

WIDOWHOOD PRACTICE (part 4)

Early the next morning, I got ready and went with my host to the village square, not forgetting my tape recorder, writing materials, and camera. I wanted to do a wonderful job. Who knows, it might land me the promotion I’ve been praying for. When we got the village square, the place was crowded. I guess everyone wanted to see what would be done to the woman who had the guts to disobey the custom of the land. The air was tense. People were engaged in conversations with each other, no doubt, about the issue at hand. A woman beside me said to her friend, "that Akunna that refused to grow out of her pomposity. Since she came back from the city with her husband, she acts like she's better than all of us. Are you sure she didn't kill him with her sabi sabi?  I hope they teach her a lesson". Part 5 Enjoying the story? Let me know your thoughts. Leave your comments in the comments section. Thank you!
Post a Comment
Read more