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A Chance To Life by Blessedchidi47(f): 2:29pm On Jul 24, 2020 |
"You better keep your legs wide open or I strangle the life out of you" He said in a thunderous yet more scary voice. I kept begging but my plea definitely fell on deaf ears. He had his full weight on me, I was suffocating but my heart felt much more pain than my body could ever feel. I struggled as usual until my strength deserted me and my legs could no longer move. He went on and on swinging against my fragile skin, moaning so loud that I wished I could go deaf. When he finally had his fill, he let out a deep breath and stood up. My eyes went straight to his protruded stomach and I felt more disgusted than ever. " Get up you LovePeddler and get yourself cleaned up before your mum returns". I hesitated but the look on his face spoke loud enough for me to know I dare not disobey. Ever felt like dying yet scared to die? That was how I felt. Soaked in tears while I reminded my self of my worthlessness,I looked at my reflection with so much disdain. How can a person have such a fate? With lots of rhetorical questions popping up in my mind, I wiped my tears and walked into the bathroom for a warm bath stood under the shower for what I can describe as forever. Tossing my body on my bed, I tried sleeping away my sorrow but my misery came flashing. The scenes of my ordeal with uncle Tolu kept playing in my head, Oh! Poor child, I was just (11) eleven clothed with innocence and beauty, Full of life and dreams. Just like the sun I was rising from the East, heading to the west then came the eclipse, darkness emerged, covering the sun and it seems the moon is winning the battle. I want to share with you, perhaps my heart will find peace and tranquility in thy words. I hunger and thirst for a shoulder to lean on, my heart is so filled up that I feel it's going to explode. My body lung for a hug so maybe you can choose to be human and help me quench this thirst. Uncle Tolu is my mum's younger brother who returned home from Sokoto after his NYSC. He was very sweet that I thought of him as the father which I never had. Every night, after grandma must have gone to bed I stay up with him listening to both his interesting and uninteresting bedtime stories. We grew so close and became inseparable little did I know that I was dining with the devil himself. On the night of my 11th birthday, I went to uncle Tolu's room for the special stories he promised me as my birthday package since there was no celebration of any sort and even my mum didn't call to wish me a happy birthday. He told me stories about the animal kingdom and all its beauty and I slept off while listening to him. I have slept off in his room several times but that very night was different as it flipped my life to another chapter. While asleep, I felt a continuous pain in my private part which increased gradually until it became unbearable and I screamed from my sleep just to behold a sight that left me dumbfounded. I saw my very own fairy godfather forcing his fingers into my vagina. I asked him to stop but he shut me up, I cried out in pain and he covered my mouth with his hands. I looked at his face and what I saw was a monster. I could bet on my life that it wasn't the same man I spent every day adoring. He forced me to hold his penis and at some point, he started shaking, and I saw what I thought was milk come out of his penis. While cleaning up, he warned me of what will befall me if anyone should learn about what happened and I giggled with fear. He took me to my room, I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night, my head ached badly and I was running temperature coupled with cramps. Grandma got me malaria drugs and I stayed in bed for several days. Each night, uncle Tolu will come to my room to carry out his evil act and on the 4th day, he forced his penis into my vagina and that continued till he got a job and left for Abuja but it didn't end, other relatives who visited the house continued from where he stopped. By the time I was 14, I became a food for public consumption. Just like Agege bread, you cut the quantity you want and leave the rest for the next customer. Grandma had left for midweek service, leaving me with cousin Bode and Demola in what seems to be a cool evening. I was resting in my room, reading my then-favorite novel "oil at my backyard" I was preparing for my junior WAEC. Tolu and Demola walked into the room, the look on their faces was strange hence, I doubted the sincerity of their smiles. Minutes later, Demola raised a sexual topic and I was quite uncomfortable with it. they laughed while chattering and I buried my head in the book pretending to be concentrating. In the bid to get my attention, he asked if I have seen a dick and offered his for experiment "we are not in a chemistry lab brother Demola" I retorted. And that forced the devil out of them. And that how I was gang-raped and brutalized. I tried telling grandma when she arrived but she called me an evil child who wanted to drag her family name to the mud. They painted me black, made me the offender while the perpetrators were seen as the victims. Hey, my name is Kemi, I am a seed of an irresponsible sperm donor who left a pregnant lover behind and disappeared into thin air. My "mum" fell pregnant while she was a student in the college of nursing. By the rules, she got expelled because of the pregnancy. According to her, I destroyed her dreams and shattered her visions therefore, I don't deserve any better. I lived paying my father's debt. My life is a well-scripted horror movie "I bet you don't wanna watch". I'm an abused child, a victim of domestic violence, molestation, and rape. A child with no future, no dreams oh! Except to die. I was told I wasn't lovable. I called on death earnestly, wrote several suicide notes for my imaginary friend because I knew death was my only escape route from this world of misery " I hope it ends soon". I was told there exist a God who sits up there watching us all. I've heard a lot of preachers preach about his love for humanity and I wondered why he hates me so much to let me go through all this. I've been raped numerous times that I lost count. Sometimes, I lose my mind thinking about it. Grandma said I was lying against her son's and grandsons so she sent me to go live with my "mum" who was married. Ahhh! That flipped my life to another page. My mum is an event planner so she had to stay out most times leaving me to stay with her husband "my stepdad". It started with a supposed " mistake" as he claimed to be drunk then it turned into a ritual. In his words, " he thought I was a child, he never knew I was old in the business". My mum hates me enough, I don't want to create more problems. She forewarned me of the consequences of trying to cause problems in her home. Of all things, I don't t want to be a destitute. I swallowed, I endured. Wallowing in pain and anguish, wishing I never existed and just like always, tonight I am soaked in my own tears, my feet were week. The pain in my heart overpowered my will to live. I walked out of the room, straight to the store in search of what I wasn't even sure of. Pacing around, I saw a bottle of insecticide, I don't really understand why but the mere sight of it Increased my heartbeat. I picked it up, I could hear my soul call for rest and I really wanted to give it. I fell on the floor, bowed my head in shame and disappointment. I opened the bottle, holding on to it tightly I felt the urge to cry a river at least for the very last time. I cried and cried gnashing my teeth in anguish while taking a last glance on all the pages of my life one after the other. I could hear my name from my sleep, I opened my eyes and found myself on the store floor with a bottle of sniper in my hands. I looked up and wow!! It was 6:15 am. Apparently, I've slept off while crying and spilled the content on the floor. Magically, I felt a bit relieved and it seems life gave me another chance. Maybe my morning is by the corner. 2 Likes |
Re: A Chance To Life by Jerry042(m): 12:54am On Jul 28, 2020 |
Much pity for the poor girl. Ride on boss |
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