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I think your brain is peppering you...

U deh mad ni

If u type did type rubbish again for here na thunder go fire u.

Craze.

hyfr:
For her not to confide in her own parents or better say her mom means she doesn’t have a close relationship with them.. knowing what the teacher did and the implications means she’s come up to age of accountability and by that she should have told her mom immediately,Her parents would have gotten the bastard arrested immediately.
What the hell does she mean by the teacher is going to kill him ?
It’s only primary school pupils that harbor such mentality .


Lemme use this medium to inform parents or intending parents to always create that kinna age age friendly relationship with your kids. Acting strict and mean would make them go wild. Know some girls that were always locked at home in sec school, they’re now KEZIAH in campus.
Let your son or daughter see u as his/her closest confidant and friend

THIS StORY Is FAKE Tho

Her reaction years after is a classic case of Post traumatic stress disorder. You can never fully understand except you suffer or have suffered from PTSD before. The fear is not something you can outgrow. sometimes, people live with this for decades. You need psychological support to overcome it.

otswag:
Her reaction years after is a classic case of Post traumatic stress disorder. You can never fully understand except you suffer or have suffered from PTSD before. The fear is not something you can outgrow. People
, You need psychological support to overcome it.

do u mind throwing more light

93Miles:
How are u doin?

Not bad. And you?

ImaIma1:
Not bad. And you?

Not worse.
Hope your day went as planed

93Miles:
Not worse.

Hope your day went as planed

Not exactly but i will live.

ImaIma1:
Not exactly but i will live.

Nothing really ever goes as planned. Well, that's what makes life exciting.

Keep ya head up..

hyfr:
do u mind throwing more light

Many people that have had violent experiences in the past like Sexual assault, War, Road traffic accidents e.t. c suffer from this. They have recurrent flash backs of the event and recurrent overwhelming anxiety/terror especially when something reminds them of the incident. You experience a blackout of everything around you and it feels like you are experiencing that violent trauma all over again. This can be so serious that many get depressed and even commit suicide just because they cannot bear the recurrent mental torture. This is one common reason that many solders never remain the same, mentally, when they come back from war.

93Miles:
Nothing really ever goes as planned. Well, that's what makes life exciting.


Keep ya head up..

Yeah. We do what we can and keep moving.

ImaIma1:
Yeah. We do what we can and keep moving.

Remember to look back upon your mistakes from time to time but never regret them.

Stay blessed.

What of women who rapes boys..I can remember a very close friend of mine narrating to me about how he was molested by his mum's apprentice while growing up..He said and I quote "my mum's apprentice turned me into a sex freak,now I can hardly stay one day without having sex"..

he deserves this

hyfr:
For her not to confide in her own parents or better say her mom means she doesn’t have a close relationship with them.. knowing what the teacher did and the implications means she’s come up to age of accountability and by that she should have told her mom immediately,Her parents would have gotten the bastard arrested immediately.
What the hell does she mean by the teacher is going to kill him ?
It’s only primary school pupils that harbor such mentality .


Lemme use this medium to inform parents or intending parents to always create that kinna age age friendly relationship with your kids. Acting strict and mean would make them go wild. Know some girls that were always locked at home in sec school, they’re now KEZIAH in campus.
Let your son or daughter see u as his/her closest confidant and friend

THIS StORY Is FAKE Tho

the story is not fake. This happens all the time and don't forget the writer said she was in her early primary school. Many parents don't have time for their kids they only focus on making money.Bills.Bills.Bills

93Miles:
Remember to look back upon your mistakes from time to time but never regret them.

Stay blessed.

Chai see love between Imalma 1 and 93Miles. That's so sweet.

ImaIma1:
Yeah. We do what we can and keep moving.

.



You've finally gotten, our celebrity's heart, 93Miles.


Don't stop the good work, sis.

otswag:
Many people that have had violent experiences in the past like Sexual assault, War, Road traffic accidents e.t. c suffer from this. They have recurrent flash backs of the event and recurrent overwhelming anxiety/terror especially when something reminds them of the incident. You experience a blackout of everything around you and it feels like you are experiencing that violent trauma all over again. This can be so serious that many get depressed and even commit suicide just because they cannot bear the recurrent mental torture. This is one common reason that many solders never remain the same, mentally, when they come back from war.

thanks a lot

hyfr:
For her not to confide in her own parents or better say her mom means she doesn’t have a close relationship with them.. knowing what the teacher did and the implications means she’s come up to age of accountability and by that she should have told her mom immediately,Her parents would have gotten the bastard arrested immediately.
What the hell does she mean by the teacher is going to kill him ?
It’s only primary school pupils that harbor such mentality .


Lemme use this medium to inform parents or intending parents to always create that kinna age age friendly relationship with your kids. Acting strict and mean would make them go wild. Know some girls that were always locked at home in sec school, they’re now KEZIAH in campus.
Let your son or daughter see u as his/her closest confidant and friend

THIS StORY Is FAKE Tho

Look at you. You don't even know zilch!

Staying behind your keypads and concluding a story is fake. Continue, you hear? I just pray that you, your children and none of your family go through what she went through, then you will be able to confirm whether YOUR story is FAKE!

Nigerians prosecuting people online since 1665.

Adetola.

deturla:
Look at you. You don't even know zilch!

Staying behind your keypads and concluding a story is fake. Continue, you hear? I just pray that you, your children and none of your family go through what she went through, then you will be able to confirm whether YOUR story is FAKE!

Nigerians prosecuting people online since 1665.

Adetola.

baba know all.. I see u.
I myself have been molested by females when I was young.. I could write loads on that. Get ur facts right boy

hyfr:
baba know all.. I see u.
I myself have been molested by females when I was young.. I could write loads on that. Get ur facts right boy

ok.

deturla:
A Nigerian Instagram influencer, @NGD shared this touching rape story on Instagram. Please read on:

My parents were the type who believed every child must be kept busy one way or the other after school hours and their own way of keeping me busy was by getting me a lesson teacher. It was during my early primary school days. Uncle X was one of the most friendly teachers in my school, he was also very handsome with a good sense of humor which he used in winning everyone's heart including the parents. Most students who always had extra lessons with other teachers moved to uncle X's lesson as soon as he started his after-school lessons in which I wasn't left behind. He was also my class teacher so he spends extra time to teach his own students so we could do well in our exams.

Along the way, my school canceled all extra lessons held in school for some reasons known to them, due to this, uncle X lost most of his students except me and a few others. So he brought up the idea of us coming to his house after school for the lesson including Saturdays. My parents had no issues with it since they felt it was a way of keeping me occupied as every other parent would and since uncle x was known to be a very respectable person. The other kids I was having the lesson with left my school at some point, so it was just me and 3 others. I was the most punctual of them all, especially the Saturday classes.

One day after a lesson, I decided to stay a bit after a Saturday day class because we finished quite early and I knew there would be no one at home since my parents had an event they were attending. I was sitting on the floor watching TV (his room was set up in the typical Naija big boy way of that time), he asked me to come and sit on the bed and I told him I was OK on the floor. After much persuasion I answered, I laid down with my chest, so he stood up and locked the door. I started becoming scared, so I jumped up with speed from his bed and told him I wanted to start going. He held my hand very tight and place his other hand on my cheek and asked me with a calm voice why I was in a hurry all of a sudden to go, I told nothing that I just want to go, I was still trying to struggle with him when he pushed me on the bed.

He took a knife from the wardrobe and told that he would kill me if I screamed, so I held my mouth like a baby so I don't scream out loud like he said, he asked me to lay down properly on the bed, he came to the bed and removed my pant, I was still trying to struggle then he held the knife up again and asked me to stay calm that he was only going to put the tip that he wasn't going to disvirgin me. He fingered me with to two of his fingers from one hand and still held the knife on the other, all I had in me was fear, after he was done, he unzipped his trousers and brought out his d***k, I got even more scared and started crying more, he yelled at me to keep quiet and said its just the tip and it won't take long.

He put the tip like he said, rubbed it through my clit and vulva and he was done. By the time he was done, my uniform was stained a little at the back, he asked me to remove it, he then ironed dried. He gave me back to wear then unlocked the door, I quickly picked up my school bag, with the aim of running out, he pulled me back and held the knife at me again, and warned to never to say anything to anyone if not he would kill me.

He gave me N50 to buy sweet and biscuits which I tore on my way. I felt empty on my way as if I just lost something, I was still covered in fear, my whole body was shaking, I was feeling pain everywhere. I met my mum in the sitting room when I got home, she immediately came to me and asked if something was wrong, I really wanted to talk but I remembered uncle x's voice telling me he would kill me if I said anything to anyone. Instead, I started crying and told my mum I fell inside the gutter on my way back. I couldn't sleep that night, I was surrounded with fear, the whole scene kept on playing in my head, I was angry, sad, confused and scared and I couldn't talk to anyone about it. My mum noticed changes in my behavior and was constantly asking if something was wrong, I would keep saying no.

The next Monday, I got to school to find out that uncle x had resigned, apparently most of the teachers knew he had tendered his resignation letter from the beginning of the former week. I was shocked, weak. I sat somewhere and cried again. I was also relieved that whatever had happened wasn't going to happen again. I would cry every night for a long time until it just stopped and I got over it.

A few years ago, I saw him again, I was standing by the roadside, he yelled my name, as soon as I saw him, I had that fear and anger again, it got worse when he got closer, he probably noticed it, he whispered "I'm not going to touch you" in my hears, he was also trying to start a conversation with me, thank God I got a bike almost immediately and left him there. My heart kept on beating fast through out the whole day.

Today I saw him again, and I had the same fear and anger all over me, he tried talking to me but whatever he had to say I wasn't and would never be interested, typing this alone makes me feel some kind of way, I feel choked up putting all of these in words, I don't even know what this means, I feel like if I had told someone about it, it wouldn't have been tormenting me this way. I'm scared this fear and anger might never go away, I'm scared I might never forget. I always thought I had moved on until he pops up in my presence again.

It's been a really long time, yet the fear won't just go away. I still haven't told anyone about it till today.

http://deedeesblog.com/nigerian-instagram-influencer-shares-her-devastating-rape-story/

L

Nice story.Abeg, what is the title of the book? I want to read it

sKeetz:

Lolz.

If your username has the origins I suspect, you should understand my post.

If not, sorry say i tap you bros.

This story just sweet for ear because it's fake

Next

hoodboy:
You wore uniform to his house for Saturday lesson?...

I know it’s a fiction the moment right away

deturla:
A Nigerian Instagram influencer, @NGD shared this touching rape story on Instagram. Please read on:

My parents were the type who believed every child must be kept busy one way or the other after school hours and their own way of keeping me busy was by getting me a lesson teacher. It was during my early primary school days. Uncle X was one of the most friendly teachers in my school, he was also very handsome with a good sense of humor which he used in winning everyone's heart including the parents. Most students who always had extra lessons with other teachers moved to uncle X's lesson as soon as he started his after-school lessons in which I wasn't left behind. He was also my class teacher so he spends extra time to teach his own students so we could do well in our exams.

Along the way, my school canceled all extra lessons held in school for some reasons known to them, due to this, uncle X lost most of his students except me and a few others. So he brought up the idea of us coming to his house after school for the lesson including Saturdays. My parents had no issues with it since they felt it was a way of keeping me occupied as every other parent would and since uncle x was known to be a very respectable person. The other kids I was having the lesson with left my school at some point, so it was just me and 3 others. I was the most punctual of them all, especially the Saturday classes.

One day after a lesson, I decided to stay a bit after a Saturday day class because we finished quite early and I knew there would be no one at home since my parents had an event they were attending. I was sitting on the floor watching TV (his room was set up in the typical Naija big boy way of that time), he asked me to come and sit on the bed and I told him I was OK on the floor. After much persuasion I answered, I laid down with my chest, so he stood up and locked the door. I started becoming scared, so I jumped up with speed from his bed and told him I wanted to start going. He held my hand very tight and place his other hand on my cheek and asked me with a calm voice why I was in a hurry all of a sudden to go, I told nothing that I just want to go, I was still trying to struggle with him when he pushed me on the bed.

He took a knife from the wardrobe and told that he would kill me if I screamed, so I held my mouth like a baby so I don't scream out loud like he said, he asked me to lay down properly on the bed, he came to the bed and removed my pant, I was still trying to struggle then he held the knife up again and asked me to stay calm that he was only going to put the tip that he wasn't going to disvirgin me. He fingered me with to two of his fingers from one hand and still held the knife on the other, all I had in me was fear, after he was done, he unzipped his trousers and brought out his d***k, I got even more scared and started crying more, he yelled at me to keep quiet and said its just the tip and it won't take long.

He put the tip like he said, rubbed it through my clit and vulva and he was done. By the time he was done, my uniform was stained a little at the back, he asked me to remove it, he then ironed dried. He gave me back to wear then unlocked the door, I quickly picked up my school bag, with the aim of running out, he pulled me back and held the knife at me again, and warned to never to say anything to anyone if not he would kill me.

He gave me N50 to buy sweet and biscuits which I tore on my way. I felt empty on my way as if I just lost something, I was still covered in fear, my whole body was shaking, I was feeling pain everywhere. I met my mum in the sitting room when I got home, she immediately came to me and asked if something was wrong, I really wanted to talk but I remembered uncle x's voice telling me he would kill me if I said anything to anyone. Instead, I started crying and told my mum I fell inside the gutter on my way back. I couldn't sleep that night, I was surrounded with fear, the whole scene kept on playing in my head, I was angry, sad, confused and scared and I couldn't talk to anyone about it. My mum noticed changes in my behavior and was constantly asking if something was wrong, I would keep saying no.

The next Monday, I got to school to find out that uncle x had resigned, apparently most of the teachers knew he had tendered his resignation letter from the beginning of the former week. I was shocked, weak. I sat somewhere and cried again. I was also relieved that whatever had happened wasn't going to happen again. I would cry every night for a long time until it just stopped and I got over it.

A few years ago, I saw him again, I was standing by the roadside, he yelled my name, as soon as I saw him, I had that fear and anger again, it got worse when he got closer, he probably noticed it, he whispered "I'm not going to touch you" in my hears, he was also trying to start a conversation with me, thank God I got a bike almost immediately and left him there. My heart kept on beating fast through out the whole day.

Today I saw him again, and I had the same fear and anger all over me, he tried talking to me but whatever he had to say I wasn't and would never be interested, typing this alone makes me feel some kind of way, I feel choked up putting all of these in words, I don't even know what this means, I feel like if I had told someone about it, it wouldn't have been tormenting me this way. I'm scared this fear and anger might never go away, I'm scared I might never forget. I always thought I had moved on until he pops up in my presence again.

It's been a really long time, yet the fear won't just go away. I still haven't told anyone about it till today.

http://deedeesblog.com/nigerian-instagram-influencer-shares-her-devastating-rape-story/

L

You're an adult. Report to the police or something.. You won't. Or you'd rather wait till he's about to get married or seek a political post ...

I don't understand you people. If you think the story's fake, just leave the page. Someone just shared a painful experience and instead of advice or consolation, all you lot could open your stinking mouths to say is that the story is fake, thereby demoralizing other victims who may want to speak up. We play too much in this country

awoofawoo:
The writer is very dump.....
He probably thought everyone of us are also dump like him/her
Useless Twitter fabricated story

Dumb not dump.

But the way so many parents entrust their young and teenage daughters to young men all in the name of Teaching, I sure won't do same. Come to my house and within my purview if u want to teach my daughters and get paid.

I once imagined the trust my neighbour had for me when she left her teenage daughter though a school leaver awaiting University entry the next 3months as at then, who had a huge asset declaration, even an eye catchy type, to stay with me all in the name of watching movie, charging phone, who ends up discussing with me till 12pm before retiring. Men let's be disciplined not every sumptuous meal is to be eaten, some are to be safe guarded.

I always felt this young girl was so vulnerable, because the eye I used to see her was quite different... While I saw her as a small girl, the other guys in my neighborhood saw her as full blown.

Hmmm!! Ask yourself this question, what if this young girl u are planning to defile is ur sister or daughter... Is so pathetic that even men defile their daughters and sisters.
God save us!

ImaIma1:
They destroy the little kids they are supposed to protect.

lower animals are better than some humans. I don't know how they reason...

BrokenCock:
its fake abi? Its fake because u have refused to left your room to know whats happening in this evil world.

ImaIma1:
They destroy the little kids they are supposed to protect.

LadyHeaven:
Trust me, this story is most probably 90% true, please parents be open to your kids and let them be able to know they can always confide in you, most uncles and broda broda are sexual culprits, if you conduct a non hating judgmental poll most girls would tell you their stories and you would cringe & be heart broken, sometimes things like this get buried deep and far away in one's heart to retain a semblance of peace.

These ones hatred for men has blinded these to normal reasoning and they can't even tell a fake story from a real one.

The writer and these unfortunate people that I qouted are misandrists

We ladies can pretend eh! u felt anger n anger i think is hightime we tell d guys d truth!

stuffs4me:
These ones hatred for men has blinded these to normal reasoning and they can't even tell a fake story from a real one.

The writer and these unfortunate people that I qouted are misandrists

Good morning sir, how do you do? Please I don't recall quoting you, insulting anyone or hating anyone, sexual assault spans through all sexes, not everything in life is tied to hate, gender, tribe or religion but most times all it takes to see the truth is common sense, my sincere advice to you is to learn how to talk to others and share your opinion without been hateful and always check your spellings.

Happy Sunday