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Alexaonfleek:
This story is majorly as a result of badly raised men in our society, who prey on young girls.
Parents, please raise your boy child well!!!!!!!!

Nope! For as long as it takes two to tango...both the male and female child should be raised well...no exception! Period!

Wat is bleep up bikonu

DopeChick:
ChrislandSchool- My Daughter Fooled Me Too

https://dopereporters.com/chrislandschool-my-daughter-fooled-me-too/


I saw the video of that Christland girl’s mother online; you know, as a mother, I felt sad for her. Especially when I read that they suspended her daughter.

But something in me said, “hmmnnn, the children we are raising these days are “wiser” than us their parents. I said ‘wiser’ because that is what they think of themselves.

A few days after, when I now saw the video of the small girl that was said to have been raped…I said, oh, these children will not kill us, o��. This is what my own daughter did to me too. How I wish the girl’s mother had just quietly sought help for her child because now we all know the girl isn’t the little innocent the mother thought she was. I am not judging o but everyone who saw it say the girl isn’t as innocent as we think. My own daughter did me the same shege!

Children of these days? Forget them, they can fool you into the well, cover you up and not even blink.

If I have an opportunity to talk to the girl’s mother, I will just tell her to keep quiet, she should learn from me.

Few years ago, my daughter, she’s my niece actually; her mother died a long time ago and I have raised her since she was six years old…so she is my child. She was just 15 when this incident happened.

I sent her to one of these Model Colleges in Lagos state.

She was in boarding school. That school didn’t even allow phones or any of this yanmayanma that private schools allow, they are like the old Unity Schools of our days. That’s why I thought, she would be well disciplined and focus on her studies…

She was in SS1. They resumed that day and whenever they resume, the school insisted they returned in their house wears. This was way before Covid when parents and relatives were allowed to follow the returning students into their hostels and help them settle in.

That day, I went to drop my daughter in school…of course she was in her green check house wear. I went with my son, who helped her carry her box and bucket to the front of her hostel. I was at the bursar’s office, settling the outstanding fees and showing receipts for other payments I had made for books… you know that sort of thing.

My son came back to meet me on the queue at the Bursar’s and said his sister was settled…they call each other brother and sister even though they are cousins. Anyway. By the time I finished because there were lots of parents and guardians too who came to settle financial issues with the bursar, it was late. So I told my son to go tell his sister I would come visit in two weeks’ time. I also couldn’t even see her before leaving because it was about 6.30pm and the bell was ringing for students to go into their hostels for head count. The school always did head count every evening and especially upon resumption.

Many of the students still loitering around the premises ran into the hostels to be counted.

We left that day and I thought I had done my job as a mother.

Three days later, that was on a Wednesday, I was called by my daughter’s house mistress asking for my daughter.

I said, “Huh? What are you talking about?”

She said my daughter hadn’t resumed school and that she was wondering what had happened to her!

I said, “Haba! Are you dreaming? I brought her to school on Sunday, she resumed with the rest of her mates on Sunday!”

House mistress said my daughter hadn’t been seen in school for three days and though her bed was always made, she hadn’t been physically seen!

I almost ran mad as I raced to the school that day.

My mind was in a turmoil, I drove her to school myself, and she was checked into the hostel by the house mistresses’ assistant, where could she be?

We got to school, lo and behold, upon speaking to me and realizing something was off, the house mistress had summoned my daughter’s close friends to her office. She wanted to know who had been laying her bed and fooling her staff. Because you see, a laid bed means the child is around, right? So they had been laying her bed, making the hostel staff believe she was around. Empty beds or unlaid beds meant the child hadn’t returned to school.

She called three of my daughter’s closest friends and asked them where my daughter was.

They didn’t tell her, they kept silent but she delivered well intended backhand slaps and they began to confess like witches…she then took them all to the principal’s office, that was where I met them.

The girls were still crying when I got there. They confessed that my daughter had met one boy on Facebook who invited her to come visit him at one hotel. He had called her the following day to meet him at a certain place outside the school gate.

Unfortunately for us, they didn’t know the name of the hotel. They said when I dropped her in school wearing her house wear, she had gone into the hostel and changed to mufti. I had no idea she packed mufti in her box because you see, I packed the box myself. I did so not because I even suspected she would go to school with contraband, (the school allows provisions but there are certain items they forbid like phone, etc); they checked their boxes upon resumption. So I packed her box because when she packed the box, it was so jumbled up, I had to remove everything to repack neatly and it was in my presence her brother dragged the box into the car…so you see these children can fool you.

Anyway, that’s how we began to look for my daughter.

From hotel to hotel, we begged to search, some proprietors allowed us search, many said they didn’t have anyone that looked like her as guest. We went with her photo. Oh yes, we went first to the police before I began searching with my son and another relative of ours.

For two days, we got nothing. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat because I believed in my heart my child was deceived by some monster she saw on the internet.

But, my child wasn’t the little innocent I thought she was after all!! Ase, she had been chatting with this man and agreed to come and visit him. She had changed to mufti in the evening and gone out of the school gate disguised as a cleaner in the school!

Meanwhile, as far I knew then, she had no phone. I didn’t buy her a phone because I just couldn’t even afford it; I gave her an old one I had used before but she told me it couldn’t do internet and so she dropped it…I had no idea she had another phone!

Do you know how we found her?

On Friday, early in the morning, around 5.30 am, the evil boy she went to meet dumped her naked in front of the school gate!

Yes.

They had raped her, used her…it was a painful sight. She had red blotches all over her body. They were many boys who raped her over and over again…for five days. She was barely alive when they dumped her at their school gate. Maybe they had heard police was looking for her, I don’t know.

The gate man said he heard a sound, like some crying feebly at the gate, he opened the gate and saw a naked girl…that was my own child. The child I sent to school telling myself she was safe in school! I would swear my daughter was well behaved. Quiet, didn’t even go out when on holidays. Many times I forced her to go do some deliveries for me; she preferred being indoors, watching Tv.

When they identified her as their student, she was able to say her name before she fainted again. They called me, I went to the school and took her straight to a nearby hospital.

They admitted her and began to treat her.

A few days later, when she had regained her strength, she told me what happened.

She was begging me and crying saying she had learned her lessons and would never deceive me again. I couldn’t even scold her because seeing her condition, I saw she had suffered enough. Her punishment was all over her body. She suffered several lacerations on her vagina, one broken rib, she said they were beating her as they raped her; her face was badly swollen and red with blood, her hands and feet had been tied during the acts… and I knew a great lesson had been learned.

What else was there to say to her?

She spent three weeks in the hospital after which the school suspended her for that term… Oho! I don’t blame the school. The story had gone out that she was setting a bad example.

Ha!

She herself saw hell that period. Walking and urinating was hell for some time; thankfully she didn’t get pregnant because that would have meant she would’ve had to stop school entirely.

But I thank God today. I made her go back to finish school. She was ashamed and didn’t want to go back, I said, “what did you say?”

She repeated but is just one year behind her mates and she is determined to do better. Sometimes, experience truly is the best teacher, now my daughter mentors younger girls and advises them against online predators and not telling their parents where they were going…

Today, I’m proud of my daughter, we both “bleeped up", but like that musician, Black Sherif said, “Of course, I bleeped up…Who never bleeped up, hands in the air, no hands?” # DEAR PARENTS, PLEASE LET'S LEARN TOGETHER. OUR CHILDREN SHALL MAKE US PROUD & NOT BRING SHAME TO US IN JESUS NAME . AMEN.
(written by Peju Akande and based on true story)

I beg make una forget hypocrites, na only God and urself fit make u good. If my pale and male know where we don step for dis life as teens.

Alexaonfleek:
This story is majorly as a result of badly raised men in our society, who prey on young girls.
Parents, please raise your boy child well!!!!!!!!

Na woman first taught bad things, when I never open eyes.

Horerku:
I kept reading in disbelief! What did i just read??

Tell us.

SugarGirl44:
Haba! People sha.
She has reported to the police, what else should she have done?
Carry torchlight and search every street for the boys?

what happen to her by following the matter up. Arrest the culprit,and charge them to court.By the way it not a difficult matter for police, trace the phone and the FB id sikene

Hmmm.. This is very true.

The ending part of the story makes me disbelieve it

just! what!

9182736455O1999:
Why didn't you think of seeking justice for the girl.

siofra:
All I learned from this is that MEN ARE EVIL!!!

all men are evil and you're missing the notorious Mr Cork?? What a bloody hypocrite you are

oluwaseyi0:
The boys that are pressuring them are also raised by these parents and little is been said of them

Imagine a 16-year-old girl being toasted by 8 to 10 boys/men at the same time, both her mate and the oldies, it's only a matter of time before the attention, compliments and sweet words finally get to her

The day I saw the Facebook inbox of my cousin that's the day I realized the battle is already lost, even as a guy if daughters of jezebel gather and pursue me in that qualities and quantities I'll surely fall

Some have been in her dm for almost 2 years yet they ain't relenting, while more and more are joining by the weeks, ordinary posting of normal pictures is a problem of attracting bees of toasters

This is a game where the game only ends when you lose like snake enzia game of old, you can't fight them all you will surely emotionally fall for one either online or offline just hope you don't fall for the stupid one

This is not a battle your parents can fight for you, teachers and religious leaders are put of the equation; how many boys/men do you want to report to them

God help you your parents is an aggressive type that will confront a school mate because he toast you, just know you are finished in that school among your peers

Even experienced married women are falling for this unrelenting smooth talking demonic toasters talkless of inexperienced young girls

Hmmmmm

Great advice I must say

Some people's head no dey carry iranu. Try it once and the outcome is always terrible.

DopeChick:
ChrislandSchool- My Daughter Fooled Me Too

https://dopereporters.com/chrislandschool-my-daughter-fooled-me-too/


I saw the video of that Christland girl’s mother online; you know, as a mother, I felt sad for her. Especially when I read that they suspended her daughter.

But something in me said, “hmmnnn, the children we are raising these days are “wiser” than us their parents. I said ‘wiser’ because that is what they think of themselves.

A few days after, when I now saw the video of the small girl that was said to have been raped…I said, oh, these children will not kill us, o��. This is what my own daughter did to me too. How I wish the girl’s mother had just quietly sought help for her child because now we all know the girl isn’t the little innocent the mother thought she was. I am not judging o but everyone who saw it say the girl isn’t as innocent as we think. My own daughter did me the same shege!

Children of these days? Forget them, they can fool you into the well, cover you up and not even blink.

If I have an opportunity to talk to the girl’s mother, I will just tell her to keep quiet, she should learn from me.

Few years ago, my daughter, she’s my niece actually; her mother died a long time ago and I have raised her since she was six years old…so she is my child. She was just 15 when this incident happened.

I sent her to one of these Model Colleges in Lagos state.

She was in boarding school. That school didn’t even allow phones or any of this yanmayanma that private schools allow, they are like the old Unity Schools of our days. That’s why I thought, she would be well disciplined and focus on her studies…

She was in SS1. They resumed that day and whenever they resume, the school insisted they returned in their house wears. This was way before Covid when parents and relatives were allowed to follow the returning students into their hostels and help them settle in.

That day, I went to drop my daughter in school…of course she was in her green check house wear. I went with my son, who helped her carry her box and bucket to the front of her hostel. I was at the bursar’s office, settling the outstanding fees and showing receipts for other payments I had made for books… you know that sort of thing.

My son came back to meet me on the queue at the Bursar’s and said his sister was settled…they call each other brother and sister even though they are cousins. Anyway. By the time I finished because there were lots of parents and guardians too who came to settle financial issues with the bursar, it was late. So I told my son to go tell his sister I would come visit in two weeks’ time. I also couldn’t even see her before leaving because it was about 6.30pm and the bell was ringing for students to go into their hostels for head count. The school always did head count every evening and especially upon resumption.

Many of the students still loitering around the premises ran into the hostels to be counted.

We left that day and I thought I had done my job as a mother.

Three days later, that was on a Wednesday, I was called by my daughter’s house mistress asking for my daughter.

I said, “Huh? What are you talking about?”

She said my daughter hadn’t resumed school and that she was wondering what had happened to her!

I said, “Haba! Are you dreaming? I brought her to school on Sunday, she resumed with the rest of her mates on Sunday!”

House mistress said my daughter hadn’t been seen in school for three days and though her bed was always made, she hadn’t been physically seen!

I almost ran mad as I raced to the school that day.

My mind was in a turmoil, I drove her to school myself, and she was checked into the hostel by the house mistresses’ assistant, where could she be?

We got to school, lo and behold, upon speaking to me and realizing something was off, the house mistress had summoned my daughter’s close friends to her office. She wanted to know who had been laying her bed and fooling her staff. Because you see, a laid bed means the child is around, right? So they had been laying her bed, making the hostel staff believe she was around. Empty beds or unlaid beds meant the child hadn’t returned to school.

She called three of my daughter’s closest friends and asked them where my daughter was.

They didn’t tell her, they kept silent but she delivered well intended backhand slaps and they began to confess like witches…she then took them all to the principal’s office, that was where I met them.

The girls were still crying when I got there. They confessed that my daughter had met one boy on Facebook who invited her to come visit him at one hotel. He had called her the following day to meet him at a certain place outside the school gate.

Unfortunately for us, they didn’t know the name of the hotel. They said when I dropped her in school wearing her house wear, she had gone into the hostel and changed to mufti. I had no idea she packed mufti in her box because you see, I packed the box myself. I did so not because I even suspected she would go to school with contraband, (the school allows provisions but there are certain items they forbid like phone, etc); they checked their boxes upon resumption. So I packed her box because when she packed the box, it was so jumbled up, I had to remove everything to repack neatly and it was in my presence her brother dragged the box into the car…so you see these children can fool you.

Anyway, that’s how we began to look for my daughter.

From hotel to hotel, we begged to search, some proprietors allowed us search, many said they didn’t have anyone that looked like her as guest. We went with her photo. Oh yes, we went first to the police before I began searching with my son and another relative of ours.

For two days, we got nothing. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat because I believed in my heart my child was deceived by some monster she saw on the internet.

But, my child wasn’t the little innocent I thought she was after all!! Ase, she had been chatting with this man and agreed to come and visit him. She had changed to mufti in the evening and gone out of the school gate disguised as a cleaner in the school!

Meanwhile, as far I knew then, she had no phone. I didn’t buy her a phone because I just couldn’t even afford it; I gave her an old one I had used before but she told me it couldn’t do internet and so she dropped it…I had no idea she had another phone!

Do you know how we found her?

On Friday, early in the morning, around 5.30 am, the evil boy she went to meet dumped her naked in front of the school gate!

Yes.

They had raped her, used her…it was a painful sight. She had red blotches all over her body. They were many boys who raped her over and over again…for five days. She was barely alive when they dumped her at their school gate. Maybe they had heard police was looking for her, I don’t know.

The gate man said he heard a sound, like some crying feebly at the gate, he opened the gate and saw a naked girl…that was my own child. The child I sent to school telling myself she was safe in school! I would swear my daughter was well behaved. Quiet, didn’t even go out when on holidays. Many times I forced her to go do some deliveries for me; she preferred being indoors, watching Tv.

When they identified her as their student, she was able to say her name before she fainted again. They called me, I went to the school and took her straight to a nearby hospital.

They admitted her and began to treat her.

A few days later, when she had regained her strength, she told me what happened.

She was begging me and crying saying she had learned her lessons and would never deceive me again. I couldn’t even scold her because seeing her condition, I saw she had suffered enough. Her punishment was all over her body. She suffered several lacerations on her vagina, one broken rib, she said they were beating her as they raped her; her face was badly swollen and red with blood, her hands and feet had been tied during the acts… and I knew a great lesson had been learned.

What else was there to say to her?

She spent three weeks in the hospital after which the school suspended her for that term… Oho! I don’t blame the school. The story had gone out that she was setting a bad example.

Ha!

She herself saw hell that period. Walking and urinating was hell for some time; thankfully she didn’t get pregnant because that would have meant she would’ve had to stop school entirely.

But I thank God today. I made her go back to finish school. She was ashamed and didn’t want to go back, I said, “what did you say?”

She repeated but is just one year behind her mates and she is determined to do better. Sometimes, experience truly is the best teacher, now my daughter mentors younger girls and advises them against online predators and not telling their parents where they were going…

Today, I’m proud of my daughter, we both “bleeped up", but like that musician, Black Sherif said, “Of course, I bleeped up…Who never bleeped up, hands in the air, no hands?” # DEAR PARENTS, PLEASE LET'S LEARN TOGETHER. OUR CHILDREN SHALL MAKE US PROUD & NOT BRING SHAME TO US IN JESUS NAME . AMEN.
(written by Peju Akande and based on true story)

my daughter will definitely see this when she returns..... thanks for this and Amen to that prayer

UKhelper:
Hmmm.. This is very true.
I once met a man on Facebook who was a Medical Doctor and we fell in love when I was 21.
He asked me to come and spend 3 nights with him.
I was at home because it was during my holiday but I lied to my Parents that I want to go and visit my very good Christian friend for an assignment related to our coursework . Mum dropped me at bus stop closed to her house, prayed and left due to the trust she had in me.

Immediately I took a 5 hours bus down to Ilorin.
The Guy came, took me to his room, raped me and disvirgined me.
On the 2nd day, he gave me abortion pill and asked me to leave his house, I was left with no option than to shamefully leave his house and went home. I cried bitterly when I got home, I could not explain what happened and I never mention what happened to my Parents till today.
I am still always ashamed of that experience

So sorry for this.

UKhelper:
Hmmm.. This is very true.
I once met a man on Facebook who was a Medical Doctor and we fell in love when I was 21.
He asked me to come and spend 3 nights with him.
I was at home because it was during my holiday but I lied to my Parents that I want to go and visit my very good Christian friend for an assignment related to our coursework . Mum dropped me at bus stop closed to her house, prayed and left due to the trust she had in me.

Immediately I took a 5 hours bus down to Ilorin.
The Guy came, took me to his room, raped me and disvirgined me.
On the 2nd day, he gave me abortion pill and asked me to leave his house, I was left with no option than to shamefully leave his house and went home. I cried bitterly when I got home, I could not explain what happened and I never mention what happened to my Parents till today.
I am still always ashamed of that experience

Damn!

It's very hard raising a girl child in today's clime. For male child, parent should be wary of deviants.

However, girls jave more pressure to socially belong, I've seen a young girl of 15 ask her parent for an iphone.

The reason is because most of her friends are using it. Peer pressure really have a great influence on the life of a girl child.

I know the hurdles my parent passed through before my sister got into higher institution. She advises her almost everyday.

Girls mostly want to belong, even if they are to go solo, theu should be cynosure of all eyes. This is unlike guys that will willfully be subservient to other guys in the hood just to learn a skill or learn how to make money.

Some males would even assume less and just be contented but you see females, the distractions are just too much.

DopeChick:
ChrislandSchool- My Daughter Fooled Me Too

https://dopereporters.com/chrislandschool-my-daughter-fooled-me-too/


I saw the video of that Christland girl’s mother online; you know, as a mother, I felt sad for her. Especially when I read that they suspended her daughter.

But something in me said, “hmmnnn, the children we are raising these days are “wiser” than us their parents. I said ‘wiser’ because that is what they think of themselves.

A few days after, when I now saw the video of the small girl that was said to have been raped…I said, oh, these children will not kill us, o��. This is what my own daughter did to me too. How I wish the girl’s mother had just quietly sought help for her child because now we all know the girl isn’t the little innocent the mother thought she was. I am not judging o but everyone who saw it say the girl isn’t as innocent as we think. My own daughter did me the same shege!

Children of these days? Forget them, they can fool you into the well, cover you up and not even blink.

If I have an opportunity to talk to the girl’s mother, I will just tell her to keep quiet, she should learn from me.

Few years ago, my daughter, she’s my niece actually; her mother died a long time ago and I have raised her since she was six years old…so she is my child. She was just 15 when this incident happened.

I sent her to one of these Model Colleges in Lagos state.

She was in boarding school. That school didn’t even allow phones or any of this yanmayanma that private schools allow, they are like the old Unity Schools of our days. That’s why I thought, she would be well disciplined and focus on her studies…

She was in SS1. They resumed that day and whenever they resume, the school insisted they returned in their house wears. This was way before Covid when parents and relatives were allowed to follow the returning students into their hostels and help them settle in.

That day, I went to drop my daughter in school…of course she was in her green check house wear. I went with my son, who helped her carry her box and bucket to the front of her hostel. I was at the bursar’s office, settling the outstanding fees and showing receipts for other payments I had made for books… you know that sort of thing.

My son came back to meet me on the queue at the Bursar’s and said his sister was settled…they call each other brother and sister even though they are cousins. Anyway. By the time I finished because there were lots of parents and guardians too who came to settle financial issues with the bursar, it was late. So I told my son to go tell his sister I would come visit in two weeks’ time. I also couldn’t even see her before leaving because it was about 6.30pm and the bell was ringing for students to go into their hostels for head count. The school always did head count every evening and especially upon resumption.

Many of the students still loitering around the premises ran into the hostels to be counted.

We left that day and I thought I had done my job as a mother.

Three days later, that was on a Wednesday, I was called by my daughter’s house mistress asking for my daughter.

I said, “Huh? What are you talking about?”

She said my daughter hadn’t resumed school and that she was wondering what had happened to her!

I said, “Haba! Are you dreaming? I brought her to school on Sunday, she resumed with the rest of her mates on Sunday!”

House mistress said my daughter hadn’t been seen in school for three days and though her bed was always made, she hadn’t been physically seen!

I almost ran mad as I raced to the school that day.

My mind was in a turmoil, I drove her to school myself, and she was checked into the hostel by the house mistresses’ assistant, where could she be?

We got to school, lo and behold, upon speaking to me and realizing something was off, the house mistress had summoned my daughter’s close friends to her office. She wanted to know who had been laying her bed and fooling her staff. Because you see, a laid bed means the child is around, right? So they had been laying her bed, making the hostel staff believe she was around. Empty beds or unlaid beds meant the child hadn’t returned to school.

She called three of my daughter’s closest friends and asked them where my daughter was.

They didn’t tell her, they kept silent but she delivered well intended backhand slaps and they began to confess like witches…she then took them all to the principal’s office, that was where I met them.

The girls were still crying when I got there. They confessed that my daughter had met one boy on Facebook who invited her to come visit him at one hotel. He had called her the following day to meet him at a certain place outside the school gate.

Unfortunately for us, they didn’t know the name of the hotel. They said when I dropped her in school wearing her house wear, she had gone into the hostel and changed to mufti. I had no idea she packed mufti in her box because you see, I packed the box myself. I did so not because I even suspected she would go to school with contraband, (the school allows provisions but there are certain items they forbid like phone, etc); they checked their boxes upon resumption. So I packed her box because when she packed the box, it was so jumbled up, I had to remove everything to repack neatly and it was in my presence her brother dragged the box into the car…so you see these children can fool you.

Anyway, that’s how we began to look for my daughter.

From hotel to hotel, we begged to search, some proprietors allowed us search, many said they didn’t have anyone that looked like her as guest. We went with her photo. Oh yes, we went first to the police before I began searching with my son and another relative of ours.

For two days, we got nothing. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat because I believed in my heart my child was deceived by some monster she saw on the internet.

But, my child wasn’t the little innocent I thought she was after all!! Ase, she had been chatting with this man and agreed to come and visit him. She had changed to mufti in the evening and gone out of the school gate disguised as a cleaner in the school!

Meanwhile, as far I knew then, she had no phone. I didn’t buy her a phone because I just couldn’t even afford it; I gave her an old one I had used before but she told me it couldn’t do internet and so she dropped it…I had no idea she had another phone!

Do you know how we found her?

On Friday, early in the morning, around 5.30 am, the evil boy she went to meet dumped her naked in front of the school gate!

Yes.

They had raped her, used her…it was a painful sight. She had red blotches all over her body. They were many boys who raped her over and over again…for five days. She was barely alive when they dumped her at their school gate. Maybe they had heard police was looking for her, I don’t know.

The gate man said he heard a sound, like some crying feebly at the gate, he opened the gate and saw a naked girl…that was my own child. The child I sent to school telling myself she was safe in school! I would swear my daughter was well behaved. Quiet, didn’t even go out when on holidays. Many times I forced her to go do some deliveries for me; she preferred being indoors, watching Tv.

When they identified her as their student, she was able to say her name before she fainted again. They called me, I went to the school and took her straight to a nearby hospital.

They admitted her and began to treat her.

A few days later, when she had regained her strength, she told me what happened.

She was begging me and crying saying she had learned her lessons and would never deceive me again. I couldn’t even scold her because seeing her condition, I saw she had suffered enough. Her punishment was all over her body. She suffered several lacerations on her vagina, one broken rib, she said they were beating her as they raped her; her face was badly swollen and red with blood, her hands and feet had been tied during the acts… and I knew a great lesson had been learned.

What else was there to say to her?

She spent three weeks in the hospital after which the school suspended her for that term… Oho! I don’t blame the school. The story had gone out that she was setting a bad example.

Ha!

She herself saw hell that period. Walking and urinating was hell for some time; thankfully she didn’t get pregnant because that would have meant she would’ve had to stop school entirely.

But I thank God today. I made her go back to finish school. She was ashamed and didn’t want to go back, I said, “what did you say?”

She repeated but is just one year behind her mates and she is determined to do better. Sometimes, experience truly is the best teacher, now my daughter mentors younger girls and advises them against online predators and not telling their parents where they were going…

Today, I’m proud of my daughter, we both “bleeped up", but like that musician, Black Sherif said, “Of course, I bleeped up…Who never bleeped up, hands in the air, no hands?” # DEAR PARENTS, PLEASE LET'S LEARN TOGETHER. OUR CHILDREN SHALL MAKE US PROUD & NOT BRING SHAME TO US IN JESUS NAME . AMEN.
(written by Peju Akande and based on true story)

I remember when I had my first browsing phone Nokia c1 omo na games full my head which game I no play and later I realized the games were becoming boring I sold the phone and bought express music at that time I had 3 phones xpress music c3 and bb bold4 but watin I use am do it was just games games games and when the time reach a girl made me open 2go and I was so afraid of the app bcuz if my papa catch you ….you go dae doubt yourself weda u had phone b4 …and finally in the process of going through waptrick I was redirected to redwap omo come and see my surprise when I discovered that pple actually make sex videos and post online sex videos everywhere ���

UKhelper:
Hmmm.. This is very true.
I once met a man on Facebook who was a Medical Doctor and we fell in love when I was 21.
He asked me to come and spend 3 nights with him.
I was at home because it was during my holiday but I lied to my Parents that I want to go and visit my very good Christian friend for an assignment related to our coursework . Mum dropped me at bus stop closed to her house, prayed and left due to the trust she had in me.

Immediately I took a 5 hours bus down to Ilorin.
The Guy came, took me to his room, raped me and disvirgined me.
On the 2nd day, he gave me abortion pill and asked me to leave his house, I was left with no option than to shamefully leave his house and went home. I cried bitterly when I got home, I could not explain what happened and I never mention what happened to my Parents till today.
I am still always ashamed of that experience

I've had some funny relationship online but far be it to do this to a young girl. Even a sorry won't suffice, I pray you get over it.

That guy would definitely meet his waterloo... That I'm assured of.

9182736455O1999:
Why didn't you think of seeking justice for the girl.

That is a typical Nigerian. Very useless story. It’s not just Justice for the girl, it’s about getting those boys in jail so they don’t do same to someone else. Guess what most people will not think that way

This is the most heart breaking story have read on Nairaland. I can't believe I cried. God!!

9182736455O1999:
Why didn't you think of seeking justice for the girl.

This is the first thing that came to mind. And it made me angry people can be this wicked and go scot free like they are smart or something. Bleep it!

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oluwaseyi0:
Truth is all this things have been happening for ages

Her daughter is just unlucky to stray into hands of evil people

The truth is this young girls face sweet pressure they can't resist from young and old girls out there

It's only a matter of time before daughter of Zion finally fall

Where was the mother when the 10year old child was straying into the hands of wrong people?

Biglittlelois:
Yes but the thing is, how can parents monitor their kids 24/7?

"Don't give them phones", what of friends they keep? How can we know all of them? Cos no matter how much you try, they will keep some special ones away from you

"Don't give them internet enabled phones" have you forgotten sms? They will say whatever they want to say and delete it immediately, what exactly can be done if we should carefully think things through, cos I don't seen how any solution will curb these menace 100%.

How difficult is it to monitor the activities of a 10year old child?

Biglittlelois:
Yes but the thing is, how can parents monitor their kids 24/7?

"Don't give them phones", what of friends they keep? How can we know all of them? Cos no matter how much you try, they will keep some special ones away from you

"Don't give them internet enabled phones" have you forgotten sms? They will say whatever they want to say and delete it immediately, what exactly can be done if we should carefully think things through, cos I don't seen how any solution will curb these menace 100%.

You don't give them a phone someone else would buy it for them.
they know you go through there phone, they wouldn't leave traces.
I guess parents just have to try as hard as they can and pray as well then hope there best is good enough to keep their kids out of trouble.

oluwaseyi0:
The boys that are pressuring them are also raised by these parents and little is been said of them

Imagine a 16-year-old girl being toasted by 8 to 10 boys/men at the same time, both her mate and the oldies, it's only a matter of time before the attention, compliments and sweet words finally get to her

The day I saw the Facebook inbox of my cousin that's the day I realized the battle is already lost, even as a guy if daughters of jezebel gather and pursue me in that qualities and quantities I'll surely fall

Some have been in her dm for almost 2 years yet they ain't relenting, while more and more are joining by the weeks, ordinary posting of normal pictures is a problem of attracting bees of toasters

This is a game where the game only ends when you lose like snake enzia game of old, you can't fight them all you will surely emotionally fall for one either online or offline just hope you don't fall for the stupid one

This is not a battle your parents can fight for you, teachers and religious leaders are put of the equation; how many boys/men do you want to report to them

God help you your parents is an aggressive type that will confront a school mate because he toast you, just know you are finished in that school among your peers

Even experienced married women are falling for this unrelenting smooth talking demonic toasters talkless of inexperienced young girls

True talk,
We need to pray for our teenage children,teach them the consequences of keeping the wrong friends.
Parents have to be very close to their children, be there friends, it will make the children confide in them. The pressure is really much, put them in churches like deeper life and mountain of fire, were they will be going for deliverance. Most of these things are spiritual.

Parents should send there children for deliverance whenever they are on vacation, so they can pray and fast to enable them kill the flesh and lust.
The devil is now deceiving people anyhow now, the best thing is teach them everything they are supposed to know, pray for them, always send them to Mountain of fire for deliverance,not another church, is only mountain of fire that I am sure that conducts deliverance, there own is real, I don't know about other churches. Native doctors have turned to pastors and conducts deliverance.

Parents should keep teaching, correcting and praying for them, and God will answer the prayers.

oluwaseyi0:
Truth is all this things have been happening for ages

Her daughter is just unlucky to stray into hands of evil people

The truth is this young girls face sweet pressure they can't resist from young and old girls out there

It's only a matter of time before daughter of Zion finally fall

I tell you.....

Sheh the animals/boys that raped her are also children raised by parents?

The young and old people need to have their values and priorities re-examined.

Parenting is beyond giving birth. It's about standing in the gap for them physically, spiritually and emotionally.

The days are evil!!

The devil has taken over the minds of humans.

Peer pressure and wickedness everywhere

What happened to the boy

9182736455O1999:
Why didn't you think of seeking justice for the girl.

Which justice? There is no need for that becuase the story was made up.




They came to drop her at the school gate, which criminal does that?