My true life story......

“Growing up with a single parent has never been
the reason for my mistakes in life, my mother
taught me and my brothers well, she gave us the
best education, she made sure we never lacked.
My mother did all these in the absence of my
father who abandoned us at the tender age of 5 years old.
It was difficult for us but we survived,
yes we survived. How I wish I had a father figure,
how I wish I had four eyes to watch over me. My
mother can’t do it all, she’s a superwoman but
she’s also a human being.

I still remember clearly how it all happened, it was 14 years ago.
I was only 11, in my JSS class, I
was naïve, I was young and scared. I should have
told my mother about it, how he lured me to his
room, how he hit me again and again and how he
brought out knife threatening to kill me if I tell
anyone. He was a neighbour, he was nice and friendly,
I call him Uncle K, he’s a son of a rich
Alhaja in my street. A fresh graduate, still in his
twenties, he helped me with my assignments cos
my brothers were not always around to help me.
Uncle K gave me chocolates, he gave me money,
my mother liked me because of his very reserved attitude,
she believed I was safe in his hands, my
mother was not always at home, she was a Nurse,
she was very busy working to fend for us. My
elder brothers were not always at home they were
schooling in another state and my father was no
where to be found. I was always home alone but I found joy in Uncle K.
I found joy in Uncle K. Joy? It was joy in the
beginning not until it turned out to be sorrow for
me, it turned out to be my darkest secret but no
more a secret, what he did to me still haunts me.
I was in his place as usual, he was home alone,
he was always home alone. I was playing a video
game in the living room, while he was in his room,
then he called me to come take “Goody Goody” a
chocolate candy, I quickly rushed to his room, I
found him naked on the bed, watching porn on
the TV screen. I was nervous, he got up from the bed,
gave me chocolate, locked the door and told
me to sit down. What did I know? I was naïve, I
sat down watching the pornography with him, he
kissed me unexpectedly, I wasn’t bothered or
shocked cos that wasn’t the first time Uncle K
would kiss me on my lips, so I thought it was nothing.
Uncle K said I should touch his erected penis, I
declined, I was scared, he forced my hands on his
penis. I told him I can’t but he eventually had his
way. My hand was on his penis already, he asked
if I liked it, I couldn’t give an answer.
He wanted me to give him a mouth action, I know nothing, I
was young, I gave him the mouth action, while he
was moaning. He touched my buttocks,
instructed me to pull off my trouser. I totally
declined, that was when I realised something bad
is about to happen to me. I told him I wanted to go home,
I wasn’t comfortable anymore, I was
nervous. He forced me to UnCloth, I struggled, I
cried, then he gave me a dirty slap, I cried louder,
screaming I want to home, he hit me again and
told me to keep quiet. I wasn’t strong enough to
fight someone who is way older than me.
Uncle K forced me, pulled off my trouser, pushed me on
the bed, trying to penetrate me, I screamed
louder, he was unable to penetrate me probably
because
my anus was too tight. He quickly got up,
begging me, told me to wear my trouser.
I cried bitterly, threatened I was going to tell my mother.
He begged me not tell her, he said he was sorry,
he continued begging but I insisted I was going
to inform my mother about it. Immediately he
rushed out of the room and came back with a
knife threatening to kill me if I tell my mother,
Uncle K became a monster all of a sudden.
I couldn’t tell my mother about it, I stopped
visiting Uncle K but my mother insisted I go to his
place for my assignment, she even invited him
over and instructed him to follow him to his place,
I was scared, I cried, screamed that I don’t want
to go to his place neither do I want to see him. My
mother was shocked, she asked Uncle K what
happened between us but he said nothing
happened, she even apologised to him for my
behaviour as he left. My mother tried to know the
reason for my sudden hatred towards Uncle K whom
I cherished so much. I couldn’t tell her,
probably because I was ashamed or I was scared
of dying. Few weeks later, Uncle K travelled out of
the country, I regained some peace, freedom and
courage to walk in my street without stumbling
unto Uncle K.

14 years later, I’m now a graduate, matured
enough, 25 years old, strong and wise, now living
in a new environment. I was actually in a filling
station queuing to buy fuel for generator, then I
heard a voice from behind, that voice sounds so
familiar, I turned back and I saw him again,
after 14 years, he was in
his Jeep, I was surprised when I saw him. I saw
the man that sexually molested me when I was
young, I saw the man that made me scared of
keeping male friends, I grew up having female
friends, I wasn’t comfortable in the midst of boys
ever since that terrible ordeal. It made me loathe
boys, I can’t even go naked in the presence of a
guy, I’m still fighting with this low self esteem.
Uncle K couldn’t recognise me cos I’ve grown
fatter but he was staring at me, while I was
smiling instead of me to be scared, crying and
screaming that I don’t want to see him again, I
guess I’m now matured and strong.

Now, how would you feel if you see someone who
sexually molested you as a kid after so many
years? Cos I know so many people are going
through this psychological trauma. Its not easy to
forgive and forget, I’ve already forgiven Uncle K
but I can never forget that day, I don’t know if I
still hate him anymore but I’ve forgiven even
though he never asked for forgiveness.

Please parents, especially single parents, please
watch over your kids, they might not be in safe hands as you think.”

brito:
Some men are like beast, an innocent child that trusted him so much all he could do is take advantage of her innocence.

Platnum1:
I blv d op is male.