DEAR NIGERIA, Hear me Out.

Dear Nigeria,

I'm writing this letter with so much agony, pains, sadness. I'm writing on behalf of my people so please take me serious and act fast. What have i done to deserve all these? I don't want to believe I fought so well for your freedom to make me suffer or are you doing all these to revenge? NIGERIA! Give answers! I need answers because I'm perplexed and sad! Take me back to my former rulers, a place I enjoyed everything as a slave, a place I wasn't scared of death! Insurgency! I'm tired of being a king and don't enjoy benefits! I have blood running through my veins! Do something NIGERIA!!

I fought so hard to give you freedom but yet you treat my people and I as nobody! You give us no reason to thank God / our ancestors / gods about your freedom! My PEOPLE are dying! Do something! Are you really sitting on the rock and watching us perish? My people had the best tribes, cultures, languages, beliefs but what now? It's all gone! You have made us enemies to one another, we aren't free to relate with one another, my people now see themselves as freedom fighters! As Igbos, Yorubas, Hausas and not as NIGERIA! Blame them not because you gave us leaders who aren't capable of holding your territory! 

Did you know my kidnapped sisters aren't back? The Chibok girls aren't back! Do you for once think of where they are? What they do? Who they live with? What they have turned to? Do you? Tell me! Tell me! Tell me Nigeria tell me! So much pains in their houses, families! My innocent people suffer these traumas, their mothers are sick! Their fathers are weak to farm! Their brothers don't have who to see as sisters and little/big wives anymore. We need these girls back Nigeria! We really need to give them "Future" they deserve this because their fore fathers fought for your freedom! #BringBackOurChibokGirls 

Are you now a coward? Are you scared to punish your delegates? Are you not aware of how they embezzle and how they treat my people and I? We don't enjoy the benefits of being citizens! I have lost my fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters all in the name of "HUSTLE". Your leaders are living big while your people are suffering! Is this what you stand for as a country? Is there a country called Nigeria or was it a country? We aren't animals! We need answers! Give us what we deserve or take us back to where we were! I can't take the pains of seeing my people suffer! We deserve better from you. Your delegates send their children abroad to secure a better future for them and yet we have millions of young Nigerians roaming about without hope! Without future! My people are suffering too much! We need a drastic change! Give us change! 

Shame on you dear Nigeria, why produce crude oil and yet your people suffer to get at cheaper rates or even get at all? Why? We kings now live as slaves! We owners now beg to have! We fight to enjoy what we have. We produce this thing and yet queue, fight to have it? Your big leaders don't care about your citizens anymore, they send our oil to fill up their pockets. Do something Nigeria! 

Thank you for destroying one of the best places in my country. You have killed my innocent brothers, sisters, fathers and mothers in BORNO and some states in the north. I have totally lost hope in my home land, I see dead bodies as inspiration to do things I never wish to do! I have no one to run to nor talk to. You watch your people die and feel happy? Oh Nigeria, I regret I'm part of you! I regret the day I agreed to be part of you! You gave me wonderful people, tribes, cultures, beliefs but yet, watch them perish! My innocent people are dying! I no longer wish to sleep and wake anymore because I'm tired of sleeping and waking up to sad news. Take me back or you do something! My people and I are suffering! We have no one to talk to or trust! Take us back to our british rulers!

My people go to school to have a better future and build your country but guess what? Many are jobless! Houseless! Lifeless! They have zero hope! They have no family relatives to run to! Meanwhile, your delegates are living big! Securing a better future for their children and generations to come. Now tell me, is it a crime to believe in you? Didn't my forefathers fight well? I'm clueless, give me answers! My people are suffering! We need job opportunities to earn a living and secure our future. We deserve all of these. 

Nigeria, do you really want to divide yourself? You really want to take me away from my Hausa/Igbo people? I'm Yoruba but these people are my people too! I'm a NIGERIAN not a yoruba man without sense like you! You are a country but act like a child! You were the giant of Africa but have turned to a laughing stock, oh shame on you Nigeria! Shame on the people you appointed as my leaders! People from different tribes are now scared of relating with one another, we no longer see ourselves as one but as different people with different tribes. Shame on what you have imbibed in us as a body. You see why my people don't want you anymore? You have failed us! You have punished us! You have made use curse the day we met you! 

Finally, let me pen this down before my ink runs out because I might not have time nor money to get a new one. Have you heard of BOKO Haram? Shites? Biafra fighters? Do you wish to see these go on? Nigeria! What have you turned yourself into? Have you turned to a beast without feelings? These people have killed my muslim/christians brothers, sisters enough! They no longer care about one another but just self belief/s. Innocent lives are gone! They have taken my people away from me, I have no love but hatred as choice. 

You have failed a young man like me, I have done what I have to do and that's speaking for my people. If you can't take care of me and give me a better life as a patriotic citizen, take me back to before 1960. Let me ask you 

"Where are you headed"? 

December 25th (Rape)

My name is Ketallia and I'm 18years old. Learn from my story dear people.

I was happy all through the night and the thought of Christmas captured me like a weak slave. I woke up around 4am and couldn't sleep again, I went straight to where I hanged my clothes to see how beautiful it was again. The morning came and everybody started celebrating the birth of christ in a grand style, we chatted about everything that happened from January to that very same day. We cooked and we all went to church to give our testimonies and honour God. *Smiles*

I was thinking of Akufor when my phone rang, oh! It was Akufor, I met him on Twitter and we became so close within a year even though we never saw each other. I promised to visit him after I finished from my house and looked forward to seeing him for the first time. I enjoyed every moment with my family members, old friends and relatives. We partied for hours like it was one of us birthday, it was a lovely event.

Around 4pm, I had my bath again and dressed up. I called my best friend to tell me how I looked and told her I was going to meet a friend. I called Akufor to inform him I was already on my way and I headed straight to his house. I kept adjusting my clothes and kept looking at my small mirror to see how beautiful I was since that day was the first day I was going to see my social media friend. I got to his street and called him about my arrival, I waited for some minutes before he came. OMG! Akufor looked so handsome, tall, neat and huge. I was perplexed and happy at the same time for some minutes but tried hard not to show anything. We greeted each other via hugging before I entered his car and we went to his house. We were both happy to have seen each other and ofcourse, we talked for some hours and indeed, we were so happy.

I never knew Akufor was a drunk! A cocaine addict not until he brought out some wraps when we were chatting and having fun. You take cocaine? I asked, he looked at me and smiled but didn't say anything to me. I asked again and I got a slap! I was shocked! I was so angry and got scared at the same time, I stood up, picked my bag and wanted to leave his house. Akufor had taken some shots, cocaine before I came. He pushed me to the ground, told me to strip myself naked for him to make love with me, I got so scared and started begging Akufor to let me go. I wept! Tried everything to have my way out of his house, Akufor removed his belt and wiped me so bad like a slave who failed to complete her assignment, I was battered and abused! After the merciless beating I got from him, he forced his way to make love to me in a bitter and harsh manner. He Raped me! I was disvirgined! I was only 17! Different thoughts came in but didn't give way for any, I cried like a lifeless being, my dignity was snatched the day Jesus was born. Akufor told me to show him my naked breast, my private part and took my pictures to blackmail me if I had plans of telling anybody. I was threatened even after I was raped by this cruel animal.

After some days, I started bleeding and was forced to go to the hospital with my parents. They found out what had happened to me and we went straight to Akufor's house. He got arrested but was later released because I had no proof to show that raped me.

I was blamed for my stupid act, I had no hope again, I wished I never went to his house, I lost my virginity and dignity on December 25th!

Rape is bad! It causes trauma and yet we don't seem to show love to victims. It's high time we came together and give voices to those without, create more awareness to stop this evil act.
Many girls in Nigeria, Africa, World experience rape everyday. Stand Against Rape!

Based on a true life story.

Written by : Aderogba Adediji
Twitter : @Realbabymouth.

Letter To My Parents

 


"Do you feel like a man when you push her around?
Do you feel better now as she falls to the ground?"

All I have ever wanted was good education ( to be a Doctor) , good life, impact to lives and have a good family but I wasn't blessed with none of these. Who should be blamed? The gods? God? My parents? Myself? ( help me give answers) .

I never saw my mother, she died during my birth. I was raised by my poor dad who gave everything he had just to give me a better life but all was in vain. I lost my daddy to cancer when I was 14years old, that day? I lost everything I had in this cruel world! I was left alone, I had no one to run to or a place to go. We were so poor we had no one around to call my family. After my father was buried, I was lucky to see my far away aunt who came for my father burial ceremony and promised to take me along to lagos. WOW?! Me? A daughter of nobody going to lagos? It was a dream come true for me and I decided to go to lagos to achieve my dreams and make my late parents proud.

We got to lagos that evening and I saw another beautiful world apart from the one I was used to in my village. I was welcomed by my aunt's husband and her children but was very shy to relate so fast. My aunt showed me my private room in the house and I felt like Queen of England but I killed my happiness then with the thought of "How I wish my parents were here with me". Days after days, everything was going so fine and I kept feeling like a queen day by day. I was loved by everybody in the house most especially by my little cousins. Some weeks later, my aunt and her husband told me to clean up the house because her 1st born was coming back from the university being a graduate and I was so happy and looked forward to seeing him.

Brother Leye came back from school and the happiness in the house multiplied! Leye, a calm, tall, fair, handsome man was loved by everyone because of his jovial acts and kindness. I noticed he was surprised when he saw this 14year old girl ( me) in their house but I was too busy and happy to give the surprise a thought. Leye looked 18/19 but was actually 9 years older than I was.

After some days of Leye's arrival from school, he was always looking at me and always wanted me to do everything for him, I was almost his servant but I saw it as a way of bully being my brother. One afternoon, I was alone in my room when he called me up from the living room and told me he would love to make love with me, I was shocked! Sad! Scared! I didn't understand how serious he was but I knew something was wrong with my big cousin. He rushed to me and wanted to kiss me when we heard a knock on the door, I was happy, I rushed to my room and started weeping. My aunt came in and asked what was wrong, I wanted to tell her but kept it to myself.

Everything changed! My status in the house changed! I was immediately turned into a slave! My aunt and brother turned me to their housemaid and beat me violently anytime I didn't do the house chores well. One afternoon I will never forget came, I heard a knock on my door. I was scared, I rushed to the door side, I opened the door, I saw brother Leye in boxers, I tried to close the door immediately but I was pushed, slapped and beaten. I was RAPED! I was DISVIRGINED by my cousin! My blood! I shed tears all through the day, I didn't know who to tell, I wished my parents were alive, my dignity was taken at the age of 16! I told my aunt everything brother Leye did to me, she called him up and asked but instead of speaking the truth, he denied! I was slapped! Punched! Abused by my aunt and thought I was lying or wanted to push myself to her son.

Every afternoon, I got raped! Violated! Abused by my brother. I had no where to go, my dreams were shattered! Trauma and sadness were my best companions. It kept happening and my aunt got to know I wasn't lying when I had my first pregnancy test positive. It was aborted! My aunt took me to a clinic and it was aborted. I was weak! Traumatised! At age 16, I was left with nothing, I remembered how I used to tell my father about my virginity i.e giving it to my husband to make my late mother proud. I was left with nothing!

After 3 abortions from rape, I gave up, I started living my life like a lifeless person, a girl who came to this world to suffer from rape and can't speak about it because she was shy of getting mocked by friends and family relatives, a girl who wanted the best but got served by the cruel part of this world. I decided to tell my aunt's husband about everything that had happen between my brother, aunt and I. My aunt got to know and I was beaten mercilessly, I broke my hands due to the batter and wasn't cared for.

Brother Leye kept raping me and beat me like animal when I tried to complain or fight. I had 5 abortions within 2years for him. Guess what? My aunt was always taking me to the clinic just because he wanted to cover up for her son. I was a slave who had no choice or place to run to. My life changed! I had no dream to achieve anymore, I was deprived of rights and left alone.

One night, he came to my room and wanted to rape me like he's always done but when I tried to push him, he hit his head on the wall and died! I cried out, shed tears until my aunt and her husband rushed in. I couldn't explain what happened but was in tears looking at the dead body on the floor. I was arrested for preventing myself for getting raped. I explained everything that had happen but because I had no proof or witness, I was sentenced to prison ( 10yrs) .

Dear parents,
I wish I never lost you to death, I wish I could see you now to explain all this to you but it's not possible. Please read this letter to know what I passed through for 4years. I miss you so much! This will be the first and last letter I will write. Continue to rest in peace.

SAY NO TO RAPE! DONT MOCK THE RAPED ONES! GIVE THEM REASONS TO TALK WHEN THEY GET ABUSED!

Written by Aderogba Adediji
Twitter : @RealBabymouth

A BLACK NIGHT

It was a black NIGHT! A night I will never forget, a night I will never want to see anymore.

My name is Adeola & I'm 22 years old. I'm writing this story from my cell, CELL? Yes!
I was sent to lagos to live with my uncle and his family. I left ibadan on the 5th of August, 2010 ( 17years old) to stay with my uncle. I never wanted to live my parents in ibadan but I understood the reason why my parents wanted that so I had no choice but to leave for lagos. It was a sad day for me when I left ibadan, I got to my uncle's house safely and I was welcomed like a queen who just returned from UK. We chatted all night and told my uncle about the financial situation of my family especially the one of my father. He told me everything will be fine and told his wife and 3 kids to show me where I would stay in the house, I really felt like a rich kid that night I got to Lagos.
After some weeks in lagos, my uncle and his wife called me to suggest a craft I could learn instead of sitting at home without doing anything since I just finished my secondary school. I started going for my fashion designing training and everything was on a right path. I called my parents everytime to tell them about whatever that was happening to me in my uncle's house and to also check up on them. Indeed, everything about me changed! I was well treated by my uncle and wife.

One tuesday morning, after my uncle's wife had gone to work and the kids had gone to school, I was dressing up in my small room when I had a knock on the door. "Knock Knock" who's that? I shouted since I never expected such and not even when I was still naked, "It's me Gbenga, your uncle" I was surprised "Hold on sir" I rushed everything, opened the door and saw my uncle well wrapped with towel, guess what? He came to ask for his breakfast and went. I didn't pay much attention not until he started coming often to ask for breakfast at my room door. I couldn't call my people at home to tell them the new style of asking for food in my new home and couldn't tell him to stop coming whenever I was  dressing for work. Oh well, he's my uncle and nothing can happen.

Unfortunately for me but fortunately for my uncle, his wife was sent to Abuja to carry out an assignment for her company and she was to stay in Abuja for 2 weeks. I was scared when I heard about the travelling but didn't know what to do, should I tell them I want to travel too? I asked myself but still didn't know what to do. The day came and she travelled. I was left with the kids and my glutton uncle who kept knocking on my door for food.
After 2days, my uncle started showing some nasty attitudes. I was bothered but didn't know how to call my parents to tell them what was happening or what could happen. He was always coming to my room to ask for his food, well being of his children and some unnecessary 18+ talks. I left lagos to ibadan one day to inform my parents about the whole issue but my father didn't take it serious and ensured me nothing was going to happen. I got back to lagos that same day and nobody knew about the journey.

One night, I was in my room reading a novel when I heard a knock on my door, I thought it was one of my nieces who I just played with so I didn't bother to ask who the person was. I moved closer to the door and opened, it was my uncle who welcomed me with a smile. I was shocked to see him, he entered, I tried to free my self & then he left! OMG! I was RAPED and DISVIRGINED! I was raped by my uncle? I shed tears all through the night without knowing what to do. It was like for that four consecutive nights, I couldn't tell anyone because he threatened to kill me and put me to shame. He made it known to me that nobody will believe me because he's a respected man of God in his church. Shedding tears was the only way I could tell myself how pained I was.

After that night? He's raped me more than 6times and it was always at night when all the kids were sleeping. His wife came back from Abuja and I couldn't tell her what happened after she travelled. I called my parents I wanted to come home but my father insisted I stayed because of the money my uncle gave him everytime. I wasn't free in the house anymore, I wanted to tell aunty but my uncle was always with her so I couldn't. He kept coming to sleep with me every night after he put "sleeping drug" in his wife's drink before they sleep. I have had over 4 abortions for my uncle within 1 year, I was abused! I was raped! I was threatened for a year!

Who can I talk to? I asked myself but I didn't get any answer so I decided to take actions. I thought if I didn't do anything, he would keep abusing me and keep taking me for granted.
I called my uncle's wife and told her about what happened when she travelled. She shouted at me and beat me for telling her the truth she saw as set up or a way of tarnishing her husband rep in the society and church. She told my uncle everything I told her when he was away and behold, my uncle denied everything and I was later blamed for telling the truth. After I told the truth, I turned a slave in my uncle's house and everything changed! I was used like a servant but my uncle didn't stop raping me for almost 3times a week.

Since I wasn't believed, I poisoned my uncle's food and he died! After a lot of findings, It was known to everyone that I killed him! Death was the only option I gave him to stop raping me.
I was raped! My dignity as a woman was taking that very black night in my small room, I was alone for over 2years, nobody wanted to hear me out, nobody believed what I passed through.
Many girls are getting abused by their loved ones, they get threatened not to tell anyone about it and feel shy to speak up to create awareness about the issue of rape. Who should deola blame? Her self? Her parents? Her uncle? Let's keep creating awareness and keep giving voices to those without.

Written by Aderogba Adediji
Twitter : @RealBabymouth

Lagos To Abeokuta ( 2)

**Chai Chai** That dude that hugged me at the garage must have taken my wallet oooo. Wetin I go do oo? I said this silently in my mind.
Oga pay me my money, Please pay the money for your food, please pay please *She started crying, Infact weeping** and I was wondering why an innocent girl like this weeping instead of me weeping for not having money to pay for the food I just ate.

"Calm down, calm down" I said, using my 2 hands to make a gesture Asif I just scored the winning goal for my team. I moved closer to her and told her I didn't have money for the food and told her to walk me down to their kitchen so I can start my new unplanned job since God didn't show me all this when I was in abeokuta. YOU DONT have what? HAaa Oga pay me my money before my boss enter oo. I was scared but didn't show it not until I saw someone as big as big show standing infront of me with GUN. I looked up to see the man's face and immediately I shouted "UNCLE BAYO! UNCLE BAYO? " are you the owner of this place? I jumped up several times and started forming familiarity and feeling relaxed that the beating and new work has been cancelled since the owner of the place is my uncle. What are you doing here? Why did you eat without paying eh? He asked with deep voice but not sure if it was anger that just asked not my uncle. I didn't know what to reply him since nobody at home knew about my journey to lagos. I...I...I.. actually uncle, I.. i... i.... ( Cuts in) , Anywais b4 you continue, pay your money for food or go inside the kitchen to wash some plates and meet me upstairs to conclude our talk. I was shocked Asif I was playing "SHOKI" by Lil kesh. I followed the girl and washed plates for more than 4hours without payment. I didn't even go back to see my wicked uncle and I went straight to nowhere.
"How will I get back to abeokuta like this oh lord? I felt like crying but nothing could actually make me shed tears since I wasn't sharing blood in jos. I decided to sell one of my phones atleast to get some money that will sustain me. I saw 2 men chatting and decided to inform them about the phone I wanted to sell. I smiled and said "HAaa my people my people, how far na? Omo I wan sell my phone ( Z10) ni ooo, the 2 looked at each other and definitely they must have seen some JJC qualities in me. Ehn Ehn? So ow much? They asked. Just 30k noni. After some minutes I stupidly said 30k, I came back to my senses and didn't see any of those guys nor my phone. I wasn't stubborn to cry, I cried and said "NOT again lagos".
Where next? I asked myself. "Babymouth, won't you go back to abeokuta? Should I go to a police station to report myself or should I just turn to a cooperate begger since I dressed so well. All these popped up in my head but I was stubborn and decided to keep walking. I was so tired after walking to no where and I branched a bush to "Shit away all the unplanned suffering" I have suffered. I was about to clean my ass, one big bag just landed in front on me and as a sharp guy from abeokuta, I didn't waste no time. I opened the bag and I saw MONEY! Yekpa! I shouted and stood up immediately without cleaning my ass. One spirit told me to drop the money but immediately I remembered this Davido's song "Owo Nikoko". I took the bag and decided to go back straight to abeokuta. Yes! YES! I knew it, I knew it, someone and something must be waiting to bless me. I rushed down to oshodi to take a bus back to abeokuta. I got to oshodi sweating like a goat but that's not the koko, how much is it to abk, I asked the driver. Oga na 1000, he replied. I didn't bother to price the money. After some mins, the driver moved the bus and we embarked on another more interesting journey. I couldn't keep how happy I was to myself and yet I didn't show how happy I was to people on the bus. We got to abeokuta and I went home straight to deliver the full gist to no one since no one knew about the journey. Where are you coming from and where did you see this bag? Asked my father. From my friend's place and the bag is for my friend I replied **Frowning Asif he will collect the money**. I rushed into my room, locked the door and started counting the money. 3million naira? Omo, I danced away my joy.... opps sorry, I danced away my sorrow that day. I set plans on how to spend it and how to paint the town any colour. I rushed inside the bathroom to bath and set for town, I was about going out and enjoy.

My mum just tapped me "Babymouth! Babymouth!! Babymouth!!! Stand up, it's time to go for your Creative writing lesson... I jumped off bed aasif it's my time to rap at jimmy jump off nd shouted OMG OMG OMG, it's a dream? Mummy so it's all a dream? :( :(

Written by @RealBabymouth

Abeokuta To Lagos

"Iam going to lagos, Iam going to lagos". **Sweating like a valentine's goat**.. I jumped up from my bed like I just received a call from barrack obama telling me to come to WHITE hood. Ohh my people, guess what? It was a dream. I didn't remember what I saw in that dream but something was just telling me "Go to lagos, go to lagos" Asif someone is waiting to give me money. I then told myself I will go to lagos even though that was my 1st time of going to that place called LAGOS. Should I tell my family members about this new plan? Should I tell my best friend Anjola? Should I tell my gf? All these questions kept coming to my mind but the best answer I could give was "Iam going to lagos". I decided not to tell anyone because they wouldn't help by giving me money or follow me to lagos.
Different thoughts about this lagos unplanned journey started popping up even though I wasn't listening to "POP" by Drsid but I knew God will win so I played "GodWin" by Korede bellow because even if enemies throw "Kataput" it won't touch me. I couldn't stop being anxious and curious about whatever I was going to meet in lagos, don't know where Iam going in lagos but I just wanted to go so I decided to pick a Thursday for my unplanned journey to lagos and didn't tell anyone about it.

Thank God I knew where my mummy put her money, I rushed inside her room on Wednesday night to pick ( not steal, anything for my mum is for me, so? ).... I picked up 2000k from her purse ( will she know about this? Mscheww I didn't even care) all was on my mind was lagos. **Wheeeww** Mission successful, now what next?
Wallai tallai, I didn't sleep on Wednesday night cus of this joruney from Abeokuta to lagos, it was Asif I planned for it or Asif I was going for an interview in an oil and gas company. Early momo around 5, I jumped off from my bed Asif I was going for "Jimmy jump off", rushed to my bathroom to brush and "Baff" to get set for my ultimate journey. I dressed up like a world class business man ( suit, one of my dad's shoes and I very thin tie) couldn't even describe how I dressed but Iam sure I didn't look like a cooperate begger nor look like frankdonga. I left home around 6:27am and didn't tell anybody cus they were still sleeping they took something.

Another confusion as I got to the park to board a cab to lagos **Oshodi, Ojota, mowe, Ikeja, Ogudu, Sango, Maryland, Vi, LEKKI** all these names kept coming from different angles, **Keep Quiet*!!!! I shouted Asif I am the principal of one public school. I decided to play fast on myself and unfortunately or fortunately, I went for "Oshodi" cus OSHODI oke ( a popular Nigerian actress) is one of my favourite actress. Conductor! Conductor! How much is Oshodi? ( Haaaaa baba ooo, your head they there die, na 500 naira sir) I felt ok and relaxed because the price was cheap but was still confused because I didn't know where I was going but since I saw and met people there, I wasn't that bothered so I entered. The bus was full some minutes after I entered and we set to journey.

Once again, I started thinking of where I was going, what will happen? Who am I going to meet? Who's waiting for me? How's Oshodi like? I couldn't stop thinking so I plugged in my earpiece and started playing some gospel songs because right now, na only me and God ooo. After some minutes, I switched to hiphop and what people call "Worldly songs". I was feeling myself but wasn't feeling sick not until we branched at a "Feeling station" and spend almost 30mins. After some hours, the conductor started calling different junctions like "Ketu, Ojota, ogudu" and finally Oshodi. I dropped at Oshodi and Oshodi was looking at me like my name is Oshodi. **GOD! Take the wheel** I said to myself silently and didn't show any sign of "JJC". I walked up a little to cross the overhead bridge because no body was crossing directly unlike abeokuta, you cross anywhere even without carrying any cross. I kept working and didn't know when I started sweating like a sweating politician campaigning under the sun, I decided to stop and ask for where I could eat cus I felt WEAK and didn't want to END the journey because it wasn't WEAKEND. I stopped a man asked where I could eat, he hugged me like he knew the man that stopped him from his village, wasn't bothered. Where can I eat sir? He smiled and said that place pointing like a pointer, I said thank you and went directly to the canteen.
I ordered for 4 wraps of Eba and 2 goat meat + 1 chilled fanta. I felt like a baller and started playing "Emi ni baller" by chidinma. I ate my food so fast like I wanted to leave the place to watch "Fast and Furios 7". I stood up to reach for my wallet, I couldn't find my purse. YEKPA! I shouted and immediately my eyes saw something written above one place in that canteen "Owned by a retired soldier, eat and pay or eat and die". This is a dilemma time. Some minutes, one of the servers came to ask for money.

What happened next?

Written by @realbabyMouth

FEMALE CHILD ABUSE

OMG! OMG!! OMG!!! He's taken my virginity? He took my dignity? I couldn't stop shedding tears after all these questions popped into my mind. I decided not to tell anyone as I have promised him and wished God didn't see what his son has done. Am I foolish to be too nice to this man of God? Is he really a man of God? I was in a deep thought when my mummy entered and asked what was wrong...

What was wrong? I couldn't hide the experience I had in school with my chaplain ( a man of God? Devil)?.

My name is Bisola and I'm 18yrs old. I was just a normal girl in my school / class but known generally in school when it came to church works. My chaplain, a claimed man of God was one of my mentors back in school and I took him as a father who I could tell almost everything concerning my studies, christian lifestyle and personal things. Did he see me as his daughter? His student? I never knew because he was just too nice to me whenever I went to his office to explain some things to him.

Oh, can a devil use a man of God?

One faithful day, I got a call from him asking me to see him after my classes that day and I went straight to his office after the last class I had that day. I wanted to take my closest friend (Bose) along but since it was just an emergency call, I had to rush down to his office alone. When I got to his office, I met this young good looking lady who was on her way out when I entered "You this shameless man" was the last statement this woman said to my chaplain but I didnt give much attention either because I was tired or just minding my business as a young girl. Pastor **#**## looked sad and suddenly smiled when he saw me. He greeted me and I greeted him but couldn't get the last statement off my mind "You this shameless man". He stood up from his seat and moved closer to my seat, I didn't get the message at first not until he started making some jelly fish eyes and rubbing my body while talking to me about some nothing topics. Could this be real? Am I dreaming? I asked myself but couldn't get an answer because I was tensed. "Sir, I can't do this..... sir I don't even understand why you are doing all these" and he replied "Bisola, you are not a kid anymore, nobody will know about this".... I couldn't take it anymore, I stood up and ran out of his office. Got back to my hostel and couldn't stop shedding tears. Over what exactly? Was it because he backslide? Was it because I made him touch me that long? I couldn't figure but I didn't get myself all through that night.

How adamant can the devil be before getting what he wants?

I woke up to see a message from my chaplain, I ignored it at first for some hours but couldn't keep my mind off it so I went back to the text message and replied with "Ok, I will come... 5pm is ok sir"... Guess what he sent at 1st? "Good morning sis Bisola, I'm deeply sorry for whatever I tried to do yesterday, please forgive me and let's meet in my house outside school for a brief meeting"....
I was just 18 + naive over issues like this. I didn't have anybody to speak to ( my parents were too busy to listen to me, especially about my relationship life and I'm the only girl/child) but chaplain was the only one that had my time. I dressed up, picked up my bag and went to his house. He was the only one I met in that big silent house but I never suspected anything since he's a claimed man of God and of course my school chaplain. Bla bla bla bla

I couldn't remember what happened but I was on a bed shedding tears, I saw a white bedsheet stained with red colour... "Did you paint the bedsheet with poster colour red"? I asked but never got a response from a man who disguised to be pained and remorse. I couldn't stop crying because I lost my virginity of 18yrs that night to not just a man but my chaplain. "Please don't tell anyone about this, promise me you won't tell anyone." I will!!!!! I shouted back at him, I will! You are not a child of God, you are a bad man and a bad example to the men of God. He returned everything I said to him with a slap, beat me like a thief that day because I yelled back. "If you ever tell, I will expel you from that school with ease, you B*#*#!!!! He gave me a bible to swear with and I did out of fear and shame.
I couldn't tell anybody, I decided to tell my parents but none of them wanted to listen to my complaints but sent me money thinking that was what I needed. I got pregnant for him and went back to tell him what he did with me then resulted to. He gave me 15 thousand to abort the pregnancy immediately because he wasn't ready to be sacked, seen as a devil or destroy his family. Since I couldn't tell anyone about my predicament at that time, I went to a nearby hospital to make the abortion and I couldn't stop crying after I had my 1st abortion. Abortion and the day I lost my virginity were likely the worst days in my life.

Guess what people? By the time I decided to tell people what has happened, I have had 5 abortions for my chaplain within 2 and half years. Oh what a shame? I would have continued my dirty act with him if I didn't develop this nasty illness that led to "Bleeding". I started bleeding seriously and when I saw and noticed this, I ran back to my chaplain and he sent me away, tagging me as a bi#*tch who couldn't close her legs and avoid temptation/s from an old man like him. I felt like shooting him, destroying everybody in his family but I was so sick to do so. I went back to my hostel and after some days of bleeding, my school contacted my parents to pick me up and get me treated as soon as possible. It was too late for my parents to know what has been happening between my chaplain and I but I told them everything that has happened.

My parents couldn't take the news the doctor told them early on Sunday morning that I have destroyed my womb and it will be difficult for me to bear a child again. WHAT?! I'm just 21!!! OMG! I felt like taking poison and die to see me live that miserable life anymore. When I got healed, I followed my parents to school to tell the school authorities about everything that has happened but guess what? I felt like a fool and a prey after my chaplain denied all I have told them. He was believed because I had no proof to show and because he's seen as a man of God. I left school with shame that sad day and never went back to school.

I'm 29 now and I'm married to this young looking banker who loves me and cares for me. We have been married to each other for over 3yrs and I haven't got pregnant but he's not bothered about it.

Please should I tell him the real story? Should I just play along? Help me and let's stop this evil act from men.

Who should I blame? Myself? My parents? My chaplain? My age?

It's high time we need to stood against "Female Child Abuse"..
This is a fiction but I want people to learn from "Bisola"'s story...

Written by Aderogba Adediji ( @realbabymouth) ...

The Love Tale Of Adeisi

*Sighs*  learn from my story and judge me not.

My name is Adebisi and I'm 25 years old. I finished from a popular Nigerian University where I studied accounting and left the school with a 2nd class upper case. I never had a serious relationship when I was in school but just "Close friendship" without 18+ stuffs so you can say I'm a Virgin or a fresh looking flower. Believe me, it wasn't easy for me but I never saw any guy who was ready to be serious with me but most followed me because I was that rich, beautiful and endowed lady. You just asked yourself ( A uni girl didn't have sex all through her 4years? ) YES! I never did! I believe in making love with a loved person not just a guy who will spend millions on you and your friends. I left school with a naive mindset about relationship but a mature girl with great brain.

One faithful day ( I thought) , I was in a restaurant in lagos when a man walked up to where I sat down, ( I fell inlove with this charming man immediately) but I didn't show any interest or sign of likeness because I didn't know what he wanted to say. "Hello miss, could I sit with you?" he said this with a cool smile on his face. "Oh well, you can" I acted like I never gave a damn about his presence but I actually did. We talked and talked and talked and we exchanged numbers that same day but didn't allow him to give me a ride just not for him to know my house. I didn't know what happened but I knew I gave him the number and wished he asked for my bbm pin. I left the scene and decided not to think too much about the young man.

After some days, I received a call from this young man I met at the restaurant, ohh his name? "Emeka". Oh well, he just called to ask for my well being and all sha. He started calling so much I knew he had something in mind but he never wanted to say within a short time even though I wanted him to because I had fallen for his caring attitude, personality and all. He called me this boring evening and asked me if we could go on a dinner, OMG, I was so happy to say YES! I even wanted to say "Yes baby" but as a Nigerian girl, I had to form a little so as to look decent and not cheap. We met at the 5 star hotel in Lagos ( ikeja) and we had our 1st kiss that night. I know you are thinking I'm Hoe or cutlass but No! I was inlove with the perfect guy. He had everything I wished for in my man's life.

After sometime, we started dating and everything was going fine but It was too late for me to know Emeka was a jealous guy, a drunk and had some nasty friends. He never showed his true self to me for over four sweet months we spent together before dating. I wanted to leave him but I was so into him, I hoped he was going to change but Emeka never did. "Did I make a mistake for falling for Emeka trap? Was I stupid to say yes to his date request? I asked myself all these but still hoped he changed. Emeka and I started having sex atleast 6 times a week and I must say I enjoyed every sex/style we had but he sometimes violently made love with me. I wasn't bothered because he told me how much he loved me after we made love.
One day, Emeka and I were in the living room having fun and my phone rang. It was a male friend who called me to check up on me and all but Emeka never calmed down and he beat me mercilessly that day for picking up my phone to talk to a male friend. I never saw it coming or even believed he could do something like that to me who he claimed to love. I overlooked it after he apologised and told me he was never going to do that again. I was perplexed for some days after the beating incident but love was too much for him I overlooked.
Emeka and his friends came back home one night and they were so drunk and lifeless. I was surprised to see the gentle man I met some 6months ago in that manner and also wasn't happy when I saw his 3 friends with him that night. I went straight to my room with so much anger and locked my door thinking I will wake up to my normal man lover in the morning. GBA GBA GBA, it was a knock on my door and I was scared at first. "Who's that?" I said with a shaky voice "It's me" Emeka replied with a silly drunk voice, I went straight to my door and immediately I opened my door, Emeka and his 2 friends rushed in, carried me to the living room and made love to me violently that night. I WAS RAPED!!!!!!

I cried all night after the incident and packed my bags, I just wanted to leave the house and his life. I couldn't think of who to tell about what just happened but I left for good. After some days, Emeka started calling and he sent me different messages apologising for whatever happened that night and asked if I could meet him at our regular joint. I thought of not going but I loved him! I really did love Emeka so I went straight to our joint. He apologised and promised to change and never do what he did again, he even told me he had cut his friends away because they urged him to do what he did. After all the begging, I forgave him, followed him to his home and we made love. I didn't know what was wrong with me but I loved him so much.
Meanwhile, after Emeka apologised to me, he added beating again to his case and I suffered a lot from him via his beating and threatened me never to tell anyone about it and yet I never wanted to leave him because I loved him. I told different lies about my injuries and guess what? He kept raping me whenever I told him I wasn't ready for sex with him. We used to have 6 times a week but switched to atleast 15 rape incidents a week or 2. I was tired of all these but never wanted to leave because of the love I had for him. Guess what? Within 2years, I had 5 abortions for him due to rough and unwanted sex without condom. Whenever I leave the house after beating, rape, he kept coming back to apologise and his people kept begging me to forgive him. Oh, before I forget, 2 of the abortions I had wasn't for Emeka but for his 2 friends. They kept making love to me whenever they like and kept threatening me never to tell anyone about it and if I ever, they will show the world my sex tape which Emeka recorded for them to watch.
I wasn't free anymore with my man lover whenever his friends were around to play and eat in our house. He beat me up whenever I don't cook for him and his friends. He will drag me from my room to show his friends my naked body just to brag about his lady body and how endowed she is. I was absolutely nothing in his face/house anymore.
I couldn't keep up with the way things were going so I left his house and never went back and he never searched for me. It took me a year or 2 before I could totally forget my 1st love and relationship with Emeka and his wicked friends. I never told anybody about this.
Where should I start from? Was I foolish? Is it a crime to love and hope for good times? I know many girls in Nigeria, Africa, world are passing through what I passed through but I think it's high time we stand against #FemaleChildAbuse #ChildRape and say No to Violence in relationship.
I have parents/friends I could talk to but I was threatened and abused! I wasn't strong because love made me weak! It was a sad time in my life.

Written by @RealBabymouth