Some people were talking about sex in the bus I boarded from my school back home. They were so passionate about it and I became curious.
I asked my mum about it, she scolded me. That got me more curious. I also asked my dad, he was really mad at me for asking such a bad question as a child. I was ten at that time. My parents’ reactions got me more desperate to know the answer.
I walked to my dad’s driver who had been so nice to me and my siblings; he was like an uncle to us. When I asked him, he covered my mouth and promised to tell me and teach me about it. This he did after dropping my dad in church for a vigil. He came back home, took me into the car in our compound inside the darkness, he raped me.
I couldn’t tell anyone. He continued regularly in the car until he was sacked for reasons unknown to me. But before then, I have had enough teachings and addicted to sex which makes me a monster to little boys around me. Then, I made myself available to any man too because am always hungry to have sex as I couldn’t help myself from this act.
I was depressed; I was looking for joy. My parents still think of me as their innocent little girl. I have seen the world and I am too polluted to be useful. I am now 21 years old but you can’t trust me with your husband, sons and even your grandpa. I truly need help.
I really need to cry out now, because I could not help myself again, please I need a practical way out of this addiction to live responsibly.
Your advice will do me a good than you could ever imagine
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