VanDerWaalforces:
Sorry! I'm not talking to you.

VanDerWaalforces:
So sorry about all these, but I suggest you give your true identity, location and contact so you could get the help you desire or better still the contacts of your loved ones

Slynation:
calm down and enjoy the story...OP is only trying to enhance her writing skills and interprete a scenario of what is happening in this cold world

Piptocoin:


you think? Chidinma was attacked with the same logic on twitter when poor girl was actually battling for survival after a gunshot wound. there is no reasonable ground to dismiss this as an exercise of writing skills till the contrary is obvious. she should supply information regarding her place of residence, her name, and her husband's name. that is a start on the road to justice. if she doesn't do that then I shall praise her writing skills.

lawrenzooo:
The Nigerian law does not recognize rape within the context of marriage hence you can't press charges for rape but you could press charges for assault since you suffered dislocation to your right leg.

Sorry about your predicament nobody deserves such cruel treatment whether married or not.

Why did he have to resort to rape? Were you denying him access to your body?

Slynation:
In as much as you are correct...!! I know Twitter as a place for serious business while Nairaland is for trolls and cruise..!! Example!!

-Bobrisky took new pictures and it will become a headline here...

-Somebody killed snake somewhere and it's already a trending topic here...

-Somebody falsely claimed to change his wardrobe and became a fine boy in school and it made FP...

Dmacqh:
Continue...
I’m enjoying your write up and use of words.
It’s cool advertising. You are a blogger ?
If you need help for this your novel , I’ll help with the writting , and you pay me.

All these online helpers and advisers been sympathetic to this fiction , can’t you guys comprehend ?

blaquebelle:
I hope this isn't true. Your words are so descriptive that I feel your pain. Please contact your family members if you can.

I know this might be a nice novel but Chidinma's death taught me to believe until proven otherwise

EbenezerTriumph:
which chidinma pls

VanDerWaalforces:
So sorry about all these, but I suggest you give your true identity, location and contact so you could get the help you desire or better still the contacts of your loved ones

Dmacqh:
Continue...
I’m enjoying your write up and use of words.
It’s cool advertising. You are a blogger ?
If you need help for this your novel , I’ll help with the writting , and you pay me.

All these online helpers and advisers been sympathetic to this fiction , can’t you guys comprehend ?

Hermix:
My fingers tremble in trepidation as I type these words. I’m currently seated on my bathroom floor; my bruised back against the wall and long legs spread out. I’m wearing a black bra and denim shorts that have been partly soaked by the wet floor. I have no clothing underneath as my underwear was ripped in half in the lead up to my defilement. I’m giving this description so that in the event my corpse is found, you will know it’s me. Hopefully this won't be the case.

As my tired fingers dart across the letters on my keyboard, I cast repeated glances at the door handle in front of me; even the slightest hint of movement could send me into a frenzy. My ears are perked up like a Greyhound's, alert to any sound that may indicate a presence in the room.

My two phones were seized by my husband in his devilish attempt at preventing me from contacting my family or friends. Luckily for me, the monster I married didn't realize that a computer also posed a threat. After he had violated every inch of my body and had his fill, he left me in a bloodied mess, sprawled out on the bed, semi-unconscious, like I was merely an object for his satisfaction; to use as he pleased.

When I mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, I noticed my right leg was dislocated. No surprise. It was my main weapon in the furtile attempt to fight him off. With my laptop in hand, I managed to crawl my way into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind.

I'll stop here now. I can hear footsteps approaching. I'll continue later, hopefully.

Piptocoin:


under the Violence Against Persons Prohibition law a husband can be liable for rape. The law has also modified the meaning given to statutory 'rape' to include inappropriate touches. The husband can be sued for rape under this law.

holsconcept:
See how people are just commenting. Someone is writing a novel and you are busy commenting and arguing with urselves.

Hermix:
My fingers tremble in trepidation as I type these words. I’m currently seated on my bathroom floor; my bruised back against the wall and long legs spread out. I’m wearing a black bra and denim shorts that have been partly soaked by the wet floor. I have no clothing underneath as my underwear was ripped in half in the lead up to my defilement. I’m giving this description so that in the event my corpse is found, you will know it’s me. Hopefully this won't be the case.

As my tired fingers dart across the letters on my keyboard, I cast repeated glances at the door handle in front of me; even the slightest hint of movement could send me into a frenzy. My ears are perked up like a Greyhound's, alert to any sound that may indicate a presence in the room.

My two phones were seized by my husband in his devilish attempt at preventing me from contacting my family or friends. Luckily for me, the monster I married didn't realize that a computer also posed a threat. After he had violated every inch of my body and had his fill, he left me in a bloodied mess, sprawled out on the bed, semi-unconscious, like I was merely an object for his satisfaction; to use as he pleased.

When I mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, I noticed my right leg was dislocated. No surprise. It was my main weapon in the furtile attempt to fight him off. With my laptop in hand, I managed to crawl my way into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind.

I'll stop here now. I can hear footsteps approaching. I'll continue later, hopefully.

HarunaWest:
Is it literature that aunty is composing for us ni? You were raped and here you are writing poems...Aunty want catch cruise...balderdash

Hermix:
My fingers tremble in trepidation as I type these words. I’m currently seated on my bathroom floor; my bruised back against the wall and long legs spread out. I’m wearing a black bra and denim shorts that have been partly soaked by the wet floor. I have no clothing underneath as my underwear was ripped in half in the lead up to my defilement. I’m giving this description so that in the event my corpse is found, you will know it’s me. Hopefully this won't be the case.

As my tired fingers dart across the letters on my keyboard, I cast repeated glances at the door handle in front of me; even the slightest hint of movement could send me into a frenzy. My ears are perked up like a Greyhound's, alert to any sound that may indicate a presence in the room.

My two phones were seized by my husband in his devilish attempt at preventing me from contacting my family or friends. Luckily for me, the monster I married didn't realize that a computer also posed a threat. After he had violated every inch of my body and had his fill, he left me in a bloodied mess, sprawled out on the bed, semi-unconscious, like I was merely an object for his satisfaction; to use as he pleased.

When I mustered up enough strength to leave the bed, I noticed my right leg was dislocated. No surprise. It was my main weapon in the furtile attempt to fight him off. With my laptop in hand, I managed to crawl my way into the bathroom, leaving a trail of blood and sweat behind.

I'll stop here now. I can hear footsteps approaching. I'll continue later, hopefully.