We have read how Nana encountered so many problems and challenges as she grew up as a child. Earlier, she told us of how fate continues to play a hard one on her and how her mum abandoned her to her fate. In her last few words, she said she had to sell her body to a man all because she needed money to feed her kids. However, the story didn’t end there. Find out what happened next…
The guy and I agreed to meet at the joint, but little did I know that he had other things in mind. After having sex with me, he gave me money as agreed, but what happened next will shock you… He brought out his phone and made a few calls; and after a few minutes, and as I was preparing to take my leave, a few guys came into the room. Of course, I was baffled to see people move into the room; though not scared because I had gotten used to being around men because of the way I was brought up by my mum.
However, what happened in the next one hour or thereabout has remained in my memory and will remain for a long time. The guys—about six of them took turn to rape me. I tried all I could to resist them, but it only earned me serious beating; and with my mouth already tied with clothes, there was no way help could come from outside. It was hell on that day, and a day I will never forget.
The heart of men is so cruel and wicked; every kobo the guy gave me was taken from me, leaving me with nothing. I managed to find my way home since where I lived wasn’t that far from where he took me. Before leaving, he had warned me not to say a word about what happened, and threatened to kill or harm me and my kids if a word escapes from my mouth.
STD and my third pregnancy…
That encounter didn’t only leave me with sad and bitter memories, it also left me with sexually transmitted disease and my third pregnancy. Three pregnancies in five years; what a terrible testimonies for a girl just turned 18.
I have heard stories about how angels helped people in the Bible, and wished one would come my way after the last rape incident. Every day of my life, I looked to the sky to see if a man with wings would drop from nowhere to offer a helping hand; but all to no avail. However, help came in the form of a wingless angel, who is the true inspiration behind this story. He challenged me to open up—to share a little part of what I went through with the public. I like to say that this is just a little part of what I have been through. I am doing this just to encourage every girl child out there that there is hope (even though, I harbour a bit of doubt).
If tears could make one rich, then I would have turned a millionaire because I cried endlessly.
I am also doing this to raise awareness—to let the entire world know that threats to the female child are real. Threats of rape, of abuse, and of other social vices are real; and have come to stay unless the society rises up to the challenge.
I want to say thank you to auntie Te…(though she asked me not to mention her name), and I also want to say thank you to the owner of this blog who has been a kind of silent voice fighting against the abuse of women in the society.
The end…