This is my true life story and I have decided to put it out here for the following reasons
* To help other girls going through this know that they are not alone.
* To help girls that has been molested find healing đ„ș
* To let the world know that rape, molestation and abuse of the female gender and male gender is dangerous to the mental health of the victims.
* To know if you are being molested so you can how to heal.
* To help the victims deal with post traumatic stress disorders or distress.
I was first raped when I was 15 years old, when I went to one agent's place to get a house help Job in ikoyi. I thought he was taking me to the madam's place that I would work, Like they do normally, but he didn't.
He said it was late already and we were going to the madam's place the next morning, he asked me to sleep in his place since I didn't have money to go back to my uncle's place that night.
While sleeping, he raped me in the night, my shouts and cries only bounce back to the room because the house was very big. He asked me to keep quiet after a while and I did. What use were the shouts and cries when no body could hear me.
A month later after my first rape, I had to look for another house help job, since the last one didn't work out, because I was always crying in the house, and my madam never asked me why I was crying day and night.
while looking for another house help job so I could gather money go back to the village and register for my Waec, I was dropped by another agent who molested me day in day out consecutively, for three days. When he was satisfied, My little vaginal was sore and painful.
He dropped me a police man's house in ikeja saying the police man would take care of me and find me a job, because he had to go back to his family, so he left, I was afraid of speaking, and if was going to speak up who was I going to speak to? My family members? not at all. I practically didn't have any relationship with them, apart from the fact that they were my family members. I haven't spoken to them in a while, they don't call to check on me, I was left alone at 15 years old to sort out my life.
I stayed with the police man, immediately the agent left the police man took his place, he told me I could feel free with him, and he would help me get a phone so I could call my people to tell them where I was, because my phone was bad at the moment, he said I should follow him out to buy suya and then he would get me a phone, I did.
We stayed out so late and I was already feeling sleepy added to the 3days stress, so I told him I that I wanted to go back home and sleep, he said we would, that I should hold on I had no other choice than to wait for him, I didn't know the road to his house nor transportation to go back so I waited, that night he took me to the club, slept with me in the car, it was so painful. I remember we were not allowed in club for a while because I was underage, he told me to lie to them that I was 18, but I was 15.
After which we were allowed inside the club he made me drink some alcohol even though I refused but he said it would help reduce my pains.
I woke up in a small room with a man on top of me shaking me vigoursly, the pains were unbearable and I begged him to stop he didn't until he was satisfied, then he said we were going home, I couldn't even walk to the car, because my legs my private part was all sore and painful. He supported me or rather put dragged me to the car.