HannahHitler:
My name is Sara, my mummy call me Sara girl. I have two brothers and I am the first born. I am the only girl in my family. I love my mummy, I love my brothers but I don't like my Daddy.

I am five years old, last year I was four years old and that was when my daddy start to do bad things to me.

My daddy is a business man and my mummy work in government office. Last year I was four years old and one night my daddy came to my room in the night. He on the light and wake me up from sleep, I said "daddy, what happen?" And he said nothing, that he want to show me something.

My daddy brought out his pee pee from his trousers and started to rub it, then he said I should touch it. I don't want to but he drag my hand and put it on his pee pee.

Then my daddy ask me to suck it with my mouth, he put it inside my mouth and later he wee wee on my face. He remove my wrapper and cleaned the wee wee. He said I should not tell anybody or else he will take me to soldier boarding house.

My daddy start to do this to me every night. One night my daddy put his pee pee inside my bum bum. It was very painful, I cried very much but he cover my mouth. There was blood on my pant and the bed, daddy carried them, he say he will wash them.

The next day my daddy buy me new clothes, juice and biscuits but I do not want it, I just want him to stop.
My daddy told me that next time it will not pain me again but it's a lie, that night it still pain me and there was still blood.

Every night my daddy will not allow me to sleep, when I get to school I will sleep in class, I cannot hear what my teacher is saying. I used to carry first but now I am 35 over 40. My mummy beat me very well, my teacher too beat me, she said I use to know book but now I'm not serious again, she said it's like witch have carry my brain.

I cannot jump in school, I cannot play because my tummy always hurt me. I like Simi, she is my best friend but I cannot play with her again.

I always stay in class during break, I don't like to play again. One day I went to Simi house and I ask her.
"Simi does your daddy use his pee pee to play with your bum bum?"

Simi did not understand, she say her daddy carry her on her shoulder, he play with her and he hug her. I want Simi daddy, I don't like my daddy. Why did I have a bad daddy? Is it because I am a bad girl. My mummy say I am a bad girl.

One day I kneel down in my room, my mummy say I should always tell God my problem. I tell God how my daddy make me cry but He does not answer because that night daddy came again. I tell him it's paining me and he say he will do it in the back and that one will not pain me, but he lied again, that one too pain me very well.

I want to die, I want to run away but my mummy, I love my mummy.

One Sunday I want to go and wee wee and I pass big people church, and I hear big pastor say many people only complain to God, they don't ask. He say we should ask and it shall be given and so that night I don't complain, I kneel down and I ask, I ask God to take away my daddy, I don't like him, he hurt me and he should not come back to the house. He should go away.

For the first time in a year, I sleep very well. My daddy did not come. When I wake up, I see people in our house, my mummy is on the floor crying. I ask her what happen, they did not want to tell me. Later she told us that daddy has gone to heaven, he had accident.

My daddy is a bad man, he cannot be in heaven, he is in hell fire, but as I see my mummy crying, I start crying too because I am the one that kill my daddy. Did I kill my daddy

PlanetOfApes:
Congrats! Your story is fascinating and quite obtainable in a society especially one like Nigeria because:

First, most people who read hard to have good class of degree in Nigeria do that with the mind of getting good employment someday. But how many jobs are available nowadays? While the few available jobs favors someone with good connections over good grades.
Second, as a result of above, self-employment sells more nowadays than a good certificate. Someone with bad grades would most likely get involved in different self-employment trades to make-up for the bad grade while the ones with first class would likely rely on the hopes of getting high paying jobs which may not be so eventually.
Third, the education system of Nigeria institutions imparts more of theory than real practical skill or life applicable training. So, for example, if you're a graduate of computer science, your first-class cert would not code or design a website generating millions for you; only your skill will do that.


And on the other hand, she has said a lot about how she employed first class degree graduates but nothing about what she does or how she got there.
LESSON ONE: Never get carried away by all the innumerable ladies who come online these days to share their shocking success stories and assets, for you will never know or learn how they got there.

"Never envy or compete with anything with pink lips between the thighs. Read their stories and move on."

MaiGemu:
Write your home or office address is u want people to take u serious cos Lagos is not an address.