7 days to my WEDDING

NOTE::: This is a fiction but it happens! Let's learn from this!

My name is David and I write this for everyone to learn from my story.

I met Precious on Twitter 4 years ago and we became friends. I woke up everytime to give thanks to God for bringing Precious to my TL and life at that particular moment in my life. Reason? Precious was pretty, had a nice attitude and I could say, she was caring! We met on twitter like I said earlier and we became close after some months. We talked to each other more than 5/6 times everyday and really, communication between us made so many things worked out. She was a banker in GTB and I worked as a contractor for a big company in lagos too, so living in the same state also helped our friendship. After some months of sending messages via twitter, calling each other, I decided to propose a date to her and she agreed! YES, she did! I was happy about the agreement not because of anything but because I was going to see her in reality and feel more of the friendship. I made arrangement of us seeing in one of the biggest and finest hotels in lagos ( IKEJA ). "As per the rich young lagos dude".

I left for the hotel on a Friday night and believe me people, I dressed like it was my wedding or like I was meeting the United States president for the 1st time. I got to the hotel and called Precious to inform her about my arrival and she told me she was already on her way so that gave me more confidence and happiness. After an hour, I called her and asked where she was but unfortunately, she said something happened and she couldn't make it that day. I got angry but was it the love that calmed me down? I would say yes. I left the hotel and went back home straight i.e I wasted my fine clothes. The next day, she called me very early in the morning and apologised about what happened and she asked if she could come over to my house. "My House? You really want to come to my house?" I asked her without keeping how happy I was and she replied, Yes.

I heard a knock on my door after some hours, guess what? It was Precious! It was Precious! I opened the door and I felt like I opened for queen Elizabeth, I didn't know what exactly to do, to hug? Shake? Kiss? I got confused! I smiled and hugged her and welcomed her to my house. That day? One of the best days in my life! I saw my "twitter friend", I told her how I felt about her and she couldn't deny how she felt for me too. The day went but didn't go like that, we started dating! We became so close and everyone around me knew how much I liked Precious.

After some years of dating, I took Precious home to introduce her to my people. Yes! I introduced her to my family as my lady, my girl and my everything. She was liked by everyone. That day? I believed in the say "First Impression last longer".. I was happy things were going on fine with us and after some days, I proposed to Precious and she said YES!

*Dear guys, believe me, that moment could be the happiest day of your life but it's the beginning of another life*

Anyways, Precious said yes to me and we enjoyed the day with each other just to celebrate our new stage in life. ( We made love that night )... Wow, making love with the one you love so much? The best! Believe me people, everything went well! I wouldn't believe if someone told me I would meet a girl with such beautiful character online but anyways, I did!

We started preparing for introduction since both parents knew what was going on and who we were to each other. The day arrived so fast and we had our introduction in a grand way but with few people. Wow! Everything looked good! I felt like a man! I felt it was time for me to settle down with my girl, the lady I see my future with, the lady that will give me the most precious gift ( My Child )... I called Precious after some weeks and told her about picking a date for our marriage. To my surprise people, she acted too cold about what I said but I didn't give much attention not because I didn't care but because, I thought she was just scared of life commitment so I made her think over the whole issue. We went to her parents and we picked a date ( August 5, my birthday!) I was happy! I saw the future infront of me.

Preparation started! Things started turning around and I was lost. Precious started avoiding my calls, text messages and again, I never gave much attention because I knew how girls prepare for marriages so I thought she was busy. My lady changed! Her attitude changed! I was lost with everything that was happening but I was busy preparing for my wedding.

I decided to go to Precious's house to know what was going on with her and get updated about her preparation since it was a week to our wedding day ( 7 days ). Was it God that trapped them? Was it foolishness? .... I opened the door without knocking and I saw my lady making love with another man in the living room. OMG! OMG! I almost fainted, I was totally lost! I went blind for seconds but guess what people? They saw me and didn't stop the love making. I rushed out and drove recklessly back home with an empty mind. I couldn't stop the tears, I couldn't take away the scenario of what I saw. I wept all through the night.

"Hello boy, I'm sure you were shocked yesterday when you saw me making love with another guy? Lol, you must be a fool for believing I will marry you. Anyways, you can quit the marriage or act like you saw nothing and move on with the wedding so as to keep yourself from getting mocked by your people. I have my own man abroad, I had a child for him before he went so?? *laughs* Sorry boy"...

That was the message I woke up to. I couldn't stop the tears, I shed tears all through the day and night. 7 days to my "Supposed happy day" I encountered sadness.
If such happened to you, what will you do?

Who should I blame? Myself? My instinct? Precious? Twitter?

Written by @Realbabymouth
Aderogba Adediji.

Trip To America.

I couldn't sleep nor doze. I woke up 2am since my flight to America was fixed at 5pm. The thought of how my first trip would be actually captured me like a weak fighter or better still, a weak slave. "How would my trip be"? "How plane big reach"? I couldn't stop asking myself some questions but I just knew I was travelling that day. I told no one about my plan to travel to America not because I didn't want to but wouldn't want what happened to me when I told my Friends I was travelling to Benue some weeks back and after all, nobody helped me with the visa lottery so I told no one! I couldn't sleep from 2am, I was to eager to see the brighter side of the morning so I can fully get prepared for my journey to the airport. Trust me guys, I bought special clothes for my travelling, a new shoe, new boxer, underwear just to look and seem so clean since I was going to OBODO oyinbo for the 1st time. Anyways, I told 2 of my villagers.

I started my journey to lagos, I left home 6am! Yes! 6am! My home wasn't attractive to me anymore, my neighbours suddenly looked local to me. Oh well, I was travelling to where most of them want to go, so? I left! *Laughs*. God punish traffic jam wey wan disturb me that day, I started praying to God not to miss my flight, could it be the work of my villagers? Had I known, wouldn't have told them. After some minutes, we left the traffic jam and I alighted in front of the airport. 

*JESUS*! I said to myself. Am I still in Nigeria? Do we have white people in Nigeria too? I asked.... I summoned courage and walked straight to the counter to show my documents, get checked and walk straight to the boarding room. Getting to the counter, I met this young beautiful lady talking like the people I see in Hollywood. It was my turn, I almost "Urinated" on my self, I was shaking like I was about to be sentenced to jail. "Good Morning sir" she said, "Good am Sisi eko" I smiled, guess what? I wanted to "To she" i.e toast this young lady. She smiled and checked my documents, you can go there so they can check your loads, I never paid attention, I was so attracted to her beauty but got problem with her accent because it sounded different from what we speak in Warri. I moved though, I was checked and I moved to the boarding room after I argued with them about travelling with my tubers of yam, local herbs etc. 

Boarding started around 4:10pm, my GOD! I got confused when I entered the plane for the first time. I would have ran back after seeing different people but it was too late. My seat number was 15b. 15b? 15b? I was shy to ask because I didn't want to embarrass myself so I went straight down like I used to do when I was in primary school, always at the back not because of my height but because I no sabi book. I was lucky to set my eyes on these tiny numbers written above each passengers, I smiled and rushed to my seat so I won't meet anybody there. I got to my seat and my abroad dream got so real, I changed my look, I felt like a chairman so fast. After some minutes, a young fat man asked for the permission to pass so he could sit beside me, I looked at him from his head to toes and allowed him. Damn! This man smelt like a spoilt fish, I couldn't keep how uncomfortable I was, could this be a punishment from my people at home again? I ignored so as to enjoy my flight.

After some minutes, a white lady came to give instructions but I didn't hear what she said but I heard something about switching off phones but wasn't sure. I looked at my village delegate and asked about the phone thing, he said "Please switch off your phone so as to avoid plane crash"... Plane what?! I brought out my phone, switched off, removed the battery, removed my sim card and removed the key pads. We took off! I felt like vomiting when the plane moved up, I didn't know whether to pray or sleep. I decided not to sleep since it was my first time of travelling and not just travelling, a journey to USA!!!! I was happy but got sad when hunger set in! There was nothing like "Bus stop" to buy gala and coke, I couldn't concentrate anymore so I summoned courage to call one of the hostesses since the fat goat beside me was already asleep and snoring. I stood up, shouted and pointed "Heeeessss, hessssss, Yes you! You" everybody paused and looked at me like I was the real MVP. The hostess came and I told her about my hunger without shame, Infact! I smiled! "Please can do you guys have Gala or okin biscuit? Or anything please, I'm so hungry ma. "Sir Sir, please be seated, actually this is the button you press if you need our help." I looked embarrassed but my hunger didn't make me give a damn. "Sir, we will serve soon so please bear with us".

After we got served, stomach problem attacked again. Could this be from my villagers again? I asked myself. I went to the back and asked where the toilet was. I went inside and got more confused. No water inside the WC, all I saw was dry WC, soap, tissue, mirror. *Sighed* Lord, why hath thou forsaken me so soon? I said to myself. Since I didn't know what to do, I prayed to God to make me keep the "Poopoo" till I get to yankee so I went back to my seat. 

Some minutes later, I released gas! Everybody reacted and I joined them. The smell mixed with the cold atmosphere and everything blended. I enjoyed my journey no doubt. The pilot announced about the arrival and i got more excited! YES! Finally, I got to USA! 

We stepped down from the plane and to be very honest, I said this " My parents are not good, why have sex in Nigeria when there is abroad". Everything changed! I saw another world! I saw different people! Different airport! I settled my loads and I was walking into the states when I woke up.

"Man! Stand up, we have to get to market, we never buy clothes wey we go sell" ..... It was my colleague that woke me up.

Written by Aderogba Adediji

Twitter : @Realbabymouth

"1948"

This story was written by a Nigerian man (Hussain) who stood for his people during the days of invasion in 1948.  ( Fiction )

"1948"

I was one of the poor young Nigerians who never had a chance and privilege to know what most people refers to as wealth. My parents were poor! We had nothing! Growing up in a remote town (Village) then was fun and at the same time, horrible! My village was small but filled with wonderful people who had nothing to be happy about but yet lived happily. We had nothing but crude oil. The white men made enough money through our crude oil and gave little to our selfish leaders who only cared about their pocket/s. We enjoyed nothing under their government, it was all about them and not us. Our rivers, houses, markets were all affected through bad pipelines and yet, our chiefs didn't care to do something since they had shares from the white men.

Only few children had the opportunity to attend schools. Many couldn't go because they had no money or had no one to send them to school even though they wanted to. I was part of the young ones who had the privilege to go to school not because my family had the money but because we lived as slaves under a white man, Mr Pelkings. He was a military man, also part of the top leaders in our region. I never wanted to go to school, I always wanted to visit the pipelines and steal crude oil and sell so as to have some money to take care of my old sick mother but I made use of my privilege well.

More white men trooped in to manage our crude oil business and to rule over us. We had no choice because they were responsible for everything we had then and they gave us life. Many men in my village were used as slaves, beaten, killed under these white people without sympathy. Everything started to change, our chiefs never cared! They were subjugated by the white men over their thirst for graft because they depended from hand-to-mouth stipend they occasionally bestowed on them. 

The people in my village couldn't take the treatment from the white men anymore so we decided to form a resistance movement against the white man's oppression, the maltreatment which strikes from within. We were ready to die for our cause; our freedom but sadly we were lacking the armament of modern welfare. The white men knew of our concealed plot and the security grew thrice the previous security consciousness, the situation dire while suspected ursurper were arrested without trial. I ran away from my master because I wanted dialogue not war. I went straight to Chinedu's house ( the leader of the youths) who wanted to lead the War against the white men but he never listened to what I wanted to say. I was with my parents when we heard the sad news about the young ones that attacked the white men at the region gate. Some were slained, some were held hostage! Others suffered from serious injuries, a complication from mutilated body parts. 

I was enshrouded in gloom and decided to fight and stand against the oppressive invaders. All I wanted was freedom! Nothing but freedom!

One sad morning, we heard gun shots around the markets. It was the white men who came with a brute force to sack down the market and touched, numerous souls were slained! Old and young ones were killed! Our sisters, mothers, wives were raped and killed infront of us. It was a sad day in 1948, our schools turned to barracks, our houses were destroyed, our people were killed! It was a morning of sadness, agony and pain. We became more angry and we fought for our rights but lost every precious things to the war, we were left with nothing! Our people died during the fight for freedom, many injured and many lost their family members through this war.

Our leaders failed us because of money, we were left with nothing! We suffered from what was meant to be our source of joy, there was no education for my people anymore, no shelters nor food. We suffered in our own land, from our own rulers and foreign rulers. I was arrested and spent 15years in prison because I fought for my people. 

We became embittered and fought ruthlessly for our rights. 

My Lagos Hustle

Lagos? A place like no place but yet! It's still a place to many and I'm part. I'm a young receptionist in a well known hotel in lagos but being a fine boy and sexy guy without 6packs, I always try to fix everything that comes my way in a tush manner and clean way. You just called me a smart guy? Well, that's me. Let me tell you a story about my lagos hustle.

OLIC concert was WOW! It was everything but I pray never to go anywhere like that on a Sunday night again. I might be a smart guy but never into clubbing, partying, drinking or smoking but I was influenced by my friends before I decided to follow them to Olic and we made everything BUBBLE like a soapy soapy. *Smiles*...... I woke up 6:58am on a monday morning after sunday hangover. I shouted "JESUS" after I saw the time, I rushed to my bathroom, brushed my teeth, didn't have my bath since there was no time to waste and I thought of the traffic jam I was going to face so I rushed out still looking fresh like I swallowed air fresher. 

When I got to the park that morning, I was the last passenger going to oshodi, I sighed and entered without wasting time. Guess what? I saw this pretty girl with a long pointed nose, fair complexion with endowed body. OMG! I said this in my mind with a smile on my face while looking at the babe. "What can I do to get this girl's attention oo" I asked myself as a sharp ojota boy with banana island brain. After some minutes of moving without talking to this babe, I cleared my throat, brought out my phone and started acting like I was on a call "Hello Mr Badmus, when am I getting my 500k, mr Gbenga already paid 1million and I'm expecting Mr Bankole to bring my new 2.5m car" I was still talking when this pretty girl looked at me and somehow winked, her wink was more sexy than Korede Bello's own in "Dorrobucci". Since I wasn't making call, I dropped the phone so fast and made my 1st attempt to talk to her, "Hello angelina, with a smile, I even licked my lips, yet feeling like a stupid boss" she looked at me and said "Hello" OMG! I almost ran mad! I started playing "Orente" in my head, I knew baba God don "Pick Up" my call even though her name wasn't "Sade". We started talking, NO! I started lying to her about so many fake things about my self, I told her how I travelled to London for 2days and then US for 1hour, believe me people, I have never been to Ikeja Airport even though I have spent 25years in lagos. She smiled all through and told me about her self too, JESUS! She portrayed herself rich! I "Shaperly" started playing "Godwin" by Korede bello and also switched to "Romantic". She was rich! I thought I have met a maga who will pay without delay.

I collected her number before I alighted and promised to take her for dinner when I finished from my company ( my reception office). I was happy! Very happy! I didn't know whether to dance or intentionally run mad after she gave me her number that morning, I paid for her transport fare with the last cash on me but I didn't care since I thought she would pay. I entered office with happiness, I told my 2nd colleague about the incident and he was happy, I told him to tell me what he wanted because I saw wealth coming my way. 

After some minutes, I was still happy about what happened not because of anything but how beautiful the lady was, sexy, rich, endowed. I did my work very well that day and got many comments. I decided to get my lunch ( Eba and ewedu with 1 meat) so as to keep me fit. I was about to take my first stroke when my phone rang, GOSH! It was Helen, the girl I met. She just called me to say hello and asked to know where I was, as a sharp guy, I told her I was in a meeting with my workers and lied I was expecting a man to bring my 50million share from a contract we just finished. She chop lie like chopsticks *I laughed" 

It was time to leave work when I heard a knock on my door, "Ohhhh who can this be na, it's almost time to leave na" I was saying this when I opened the door. OMG! I prayed to faint but didn't, it was helen! I gathered myself together fast! I smiled and didn't know what to do "Hell hello hell, what are you doing here, I didn't tell you to come, what hello what" I was confused! I was trying to push her away when my boss came down and told me to allow his daughter who just came back from abroad. EWO!!!! "I don fuck up" I told myself.... "You work here? As a receptionist? My GOD!. She said, I looked and formed a lagos boy and said "Ehn ehn I work here, na sin?" with a deep voice. I didn't know whether to leave or stay and get all my abuse from her and her father.

My people, the day went wrong! I was mocked! I went back home via trekking since I couldn't ask for my T.fare from the girl I paid for. After I got home that sad day, I didn't know what to do, how to go back to my office after the whole incidents, I tried to call helen and apologise for lying but I didn't know how to. 

"Hello Biodun, can we meet at that eatery today? I like your confidence" the message I got around 7pm from Helen. *Smiles*

Many things for lagos but yet, we keep going. *Smiles* 

Written by Aderogba Adediji

Twitter : @RealBabymouth

Dear Headies

Dear Headies,

*Drinks Water, drops cup* should I still call you HEADIES? NO! After yesterday's poor event, I will rather call you ASSDIES! So many wrong things at this year's edition Naija grammy.
I remember how I celebrated my 10th birthday, WOW! It was lit! But for ASSDIES? I felt sorry for her and her past achievements with all that happened yesterday.

Firstly, let's talk about SOUND! I think the organisers should have called SOUNDcity TV for a great help. The people in charge of sound yesterday should be charged to court this morning if they collected money for that whack work. 80% of viewers complained of holding their remote control throughout the show because of the bad sound system. I was so glued to my TV not because I couldn't see clearly but because I couldn't hear a bit of what the hosts/artistes said almost all through the show. C'mon! This is HIP TV! This is HEADIES! one of the best award shows in Nigeria and what pains me most is the fact that it was the 10th Anniversary and everything had to go like that. What a shame! Let's work on this department next year please.

We need to give awards based on true merits and hardwork not because of Influence or known faces. We need to note this aspect in when it comes to awarding artistes.

Secondly, Light issue at the beginning/middle and end of the show. Wait! We know we are Africans! We are blacks! But please don't give us that on stage. I could bearly see the faces of those that came out to perform 1st and the ones that came to give some awards. If we plan to do somethings right, we need to plan well. It's clear, headies didn't plan well and it's painful to see one of the biggest shows in Africa in that mess.

Thirdly, with no sugar in my mouth so I won't sugar say anything, the production was generally BAD! Should we talk about the Timing too? The programs? It was just not cool for making some artistes and the hosts looked amateur because of lack of timing and programs. We watched more of advertisements than the show yesterday or were they part of the event too? I got confused and vexed at some point though. We also need to work on this! This is our grammy like they said and still say.

Fourthly, now it's time to get serious. The issue of awards! What ever happened on stage yesterday was all confusing. It all started when the award for "Best Music Video" was given to Reekadobanks for his "Not too good video" ( KATAPOT) Unlimited deserved it and yes he won  but if I didn't know how good he is, I would never credit him for that award. Katapot? Like Katapot? Lol we really should "Katapot" the organisers for giving that video the best of the year. I have always had problem/s with Headies when it comes to awards and yesterday again, they didn't correct that or made me change my mind. The most controversial time yesterday was when the award for "Next Rated" was also given to Mavin Artiste Reekadobanks. I need the organisers to come out with the voting poll/s and let us see how true the whole issue is and to keep the fans of each artiste shut. Would have loved to see Kesh or Kiss as the winner for that category but whatever went behind the scenes though. Reekky deserved it if they really used voting though and I'm happy for the young lad. KESH was consistent with dope songs ( Shoki, Efejoku, Is It Because I Love You) all through the year, got many shows to back his hard works. KISS also had a great year even though he didn't release more than 3/4 songs that really did so well in Nigerian music industry. Korede bello also had a nice year with his hit song "Godwin" which collected "Best Pop Single". Oh well, it's been done and I congratulate Reekky for the award and to the other next rated nominees that didn't win? Keep making music! Before I forget, I love "Sugar baby" nice jam!

Why must we always have beef? The industry is now an abattoir? We need to stop all these unnecessary beefs and come together as one! I believe we can only grow as a body if we are united and we don't even need Van gaal to do that for us. To my egbons, Donjazzy and Olamide, please forget the beef and wait for ramadan because it's a new year.

Finally, I salute Mr Ayo Animashaun for putting together that event and I must say it's not an easy job to pull that work through. I just need us to work more on the issues that made the show looked bad. Also, to all the winners, I say a big congratulations and I wish you well this year.

Written by Aderogba Adediji
Twitter : @RealBabymouth

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