Sabby1:
Mine was when I went for apprenticeship in Abuja after my WAEC and NECO. Before going there, my dad gave me his phone and bought a new one for himself.

I was enjoying the apprenticeship when my boss's pretty young wife on one faithful day accused me of stealing the recharge cards she do sell worth thousands of naira and sending it to my siblings. I was like why will I steal your recharge cards when my parent do send me card when I request for, unknowing to me, she has already gone through my messages and saw recharge codes not knowing it was the phone my dad used in sending recharge cards to my siblings in higher institution.

Meanwhile, she started accusing me of theft and reported me to my boss and family members and that led to my family calling for a meeting and after much investigation, they saw I was innocent and even had to pay for damages

I later came to a realization that she was furious with me because she requested for something unethical and I refused to give in.

Unethical? Dats serious

I was in JSS 3 then back in 2014. We, for a reason I can't remember, returned from school early like around 10 am in the morning and so I had plenty of time to play all around the neighborhood. I went to play football at a field in the neighborhood and that day was a very good day as I was the star player of the day. So as I was returning home, I was dancing shouting and celebrating not knowing that my dad has died in the hospital. He had been sick for some weeks and was in OAU Teaching Hospital and as a small boy (not too small though), I believed he would get well and will soon return home. It was when I got home that my Sister called me into the house and said those words I can never forget for the rest of my life: "Daddy ma ti ku". I was so heartbroken that I couldn't afford to watched him being buried and up to this day, I feel like I didn't know him well before he died like I didnt get to know him or fully know the joy having a father (I didn't even receive enough beating from him that would serve as a reminder) and I think he was also deprived of the joy of learning that he has a savant as a son. He is the best human being I have ever seen in my life up to this day though. The one thing I am grateful for is that I settled a particular issue with him before he died. like a month or two to his death, I beat my younger brother so bad that his eyes were swollen and he used glasses for some months. My dad was angry that day so much that he also beat the hell out of me with fuel hose..lol. Even my mum that brought me to him to receive my punishment had to rescue me away from him later and on that day I started not taking to him...just greet and do my thing. He later jokingly begged me and bought me drinks and we settled before he felled sick and died like some weeks later

Herlertah:
I was in JSS 3 then back in 2014. We, for a reason I can't remember, returned from school early like around 10 am in the morning and so I had plenty of time to play all around the neighborhood. I went to play football at a field in the neighborhood and that day was a very good day as I was the star player of the day. So as I was returning home, I was dancing shouting and celebrating not knowing that my dad has died in the hospital. He had been sick for some weeks and was in OAU Teaching Hospital and as a small boy (not too small though), I believed he would get well and will soon return home. It was when I got home that my Sister called me into the house and said those words I can never forget for the rest of my life: "Daddy ma ti ku". I was so heartbroken that I couldn't afford to watched him being buried and up to this day, I feel like I didn't know him well before he died like I didnt get to know him or fully know the joy having a father

Touching

kenny714433:
The day I crept to my crush's room back then in my Sec. Schl days. On this night, 10pm. Everwhere was dark and I used d dark night as a cover. Suddenly, the weather changed, the wind was blowing everything on its way. Flashes of lightening lighted the sky
I hurriedly dashed to her window. There was this nolstagic feelings I had. Her door flung opened, she was like whispering "free my soul " and wriggling on her bed. I peeped with utmost horror. I saw her stepped out almost looking unconscious. She was moving towards a winding path dat led to a stream. My decision to follow her was what led to my writing this. Towards the muddy path, foothprints incresed from four it supposed to be to six. I searched frantically for the next person following us to no avail. She turned to where I hid, yeah she saw me. She grabbed me by my collar, grinned furiously as she exposed her bloody mouth. Blood dripped down her cheeks. She uttered magical words and I was numbed. I started crying, when I mannaged to mutter the word Jesus! She fell, shiverring, she looked up and asked me "where are you taking me to"?
I tried to run but couldn't, my eyes caught a frightful creature coming out of the stream and I knew I've met my waterloo.

Why you too dey lie like this?

Mine was in Secondary School back then in the East, a boys boarding school. me and my 3 dome mate stroll out one evening. on our way back around 7.30pm we heard a child crying by the bush lonely part, when we went there to check who was crying. we saw a baby with round face, no eyes,no mouth,no nose. dam...... we started running for our lives. till we left that school we never passed that part.

Mine is a sad tale. We used to live in a large extended family compound at the village. There were always intra-family fracas and wars, so this often repelled my emotions. There was this family, living right side of us whose children and their mother fought my mother constantly. One day, I was going out of the compound and I was met at the gate by one of their sons who was older than me. Suddenly, Aneke pulled me and dragged me by the hand into the bush. I was five and he was about thirteen. I got thrown to the ground and he lay on my body facing me, his rising dick touching my penis. He tore through my dirty and sweat soaked knicker and brought out my small dick. He began to lick it, and would move gently and forcefully up and down the length and breath of my full body, his penis rousing mine up. When he finished, he said I should suck his dick which was bigger. Afraid and shocked and my heart pumping fast, I licked his dirty and smelly penis. He would cloth himself and ask me to zip back my untidy knickers. I was dumbfounded by the whole act. I would not tell my mother because Aneke had warned me, saying we would be beaten if I exposed what he did. Since I couldn't talk, afraid of what could happen to us, for I was already tired of the constant wars and fights and afraid for my poor mother, I lived through my childhood and teenage and now as an adult emotionally and psychologically bruised, tormented and traumatized. I almost ended up a homosexual since I thought it was the norm, but my close relationship with God early in life had helped me to be able to control myself whenever the urge comes. I hardly keeps a relationship and my communication pattern is poor, if not none-existent. I always feel that people suspect me and I am impetuously angry and pained by my experience. However, I have not had anal sex with anyone and nobody has done that to me. I also have not had penetrative sex with the female. I will be thirty-nine soon. I am not married.

I am thinking all the time. I hate my village and I do not like to go there. I hate Aneke and I do not like to see him.

In the last recent years, I started experiencing a very troubling health challenge: a distressing mouth and body odours. I have gone to hospitals, clinics, and to herbal homes and others, all to no avail. A lab scientist kindly suggested I go to a neuropsychological hospital and I was referred. I was shocked to learn that the odours are psychologically functional, being the chemical and hormonal results of increased and unabated sexual identity tensions, fears and thoughts expressed by me through thinking and anger. I go to a prophetic church and I am often advised to stop being angry and to stop hating and avoiding people. I don't visit people at their home, I am afraid of re-experiencing my childhood rape and abuse. I have no friends and I worry constantly about who would be my best man during wedding. I am trying to settle down with the help of very nice medical psychologists and psychiatrists and it has not been easy. They advise that I should learn to forget and forgive, that my sexual abuse wasn't my fault. They say I should learn to move on with life. I get dragged in my dreams by handsome males and abused.

I am.learning to understand the horrors of life and why there are many homosexuals in Nigeria. When people say they should be killed and thrown into jail, I do not share this opinion as they may be victims of child sexual abuse. What they need is therapy to overcome the trauma of their violations. I am writing about my experience and how I nearly got disoriented sexually. It is a story of anger, apprehension, and self-hate. I constantly worry about how to publish such a controversial topic and where to get the money to do so. My therapists diagnosed that my experience affected every facets of my life: relationship, communication, career, thoughts, including physiological growth and maturity.

I.am shakened by my experience and my response to it is with a story of understanding of tragedies as this and how not to be a homosexual in Nigeria, in a letter to my friend who has run away from Nigeria.

Child sexual abuse is a crime. Your boy child who gets abused by a male could become a gay tomorrow. Watch out!

fvkyou alllll with dis chilled zobo u sharing like dis

osuofia2:
Mine was in Secondary School back then in the East, a boys boarding school. me and my 3 dome mate stroll out one evening. on our way back around 7.30pm we heard a child crying by the bush lonely part, when we went there to check who was crying. we saw a baby with round face, no eyes,no mouth,no nose. dam...... we started running for our lives. till we left that school we never passed that part.

Bushbaby ?

Many unforgettable moments but the one I would like to share is the day I travelled to Jigawa from Onitsha in the name of NYSC, we left Onitsha at 6:15 and unluckily our bus spoilt and 25 percent of the passengers are on the same journey (NYSC) we had to sleep somewhere in Edo were we trekked morethan 2 hours to reach a police Checkpoint, I was so confused and afraid that night, the following morning we continued our journey but everything started when we reached Kano around 1am and the park is closed so we have to find our way and as a young boy I was able to relate with some fellows who are on same journey with me, now is time to get to Jigawa.
The fear started with language were you have to explain your destination, we were 8 and boarded a Toyota picnic, I have to make friend with the driver who doesn't understand English but with our call up letter knows our destination , we drove over an hour without seeing any bus, I gave up when he parked to meet a friend around 3:am and he didn't explain, but I decide to follow him while others stays behind and before I left I told them if I didn't return that they should run and found there way, we entered the hut and stayed like two minutes with the group of five young men and they gave me hot tea, I smiled but have to take it for them not to feel am not a fellow after that we left and in the next twenty minutes we reached Duste camp and he balanced us 2,500 out of the 4500 we gave him. I still can't explain why it happened that way.

osuofia2:
Mine was in Secondary School back then in the East, a boys boarding school. me and my 3 dome mate stroll out one evening. on our way back around 7.30pm we heard a child crying by the bush lonely part, when we went there to check who was crying. we saw a baby with round face, no eyes,no mouth,no nose. dam...... we started running for our lives. till we left that school we never passed that part.

lmao

prettysassygirl:
mine happened years back when I was still in school,I stayed with a rommie in my year 2,then in yr 3,we decided to look for another house, I got the house myself and packed in,she couldn't join immediately as she was doing her it for 3 months. the day she joined me,was in march,so I stayed in the house for 3 months alone. That day I was so happy as she bought so many thing for me from abuja including kirishi. I ate plenty plenty things then slept off. she was praying when I did, i didn't even utter a word of prayer that night. she brought back anointing oil which her mother gave her, she mixed it with water and sprinkled it round the house,when I woke up around 11 pm,she was still praying,I was surprised then went back to my sleep, that was the last day I slept facing the ceiling. The next time I was waking up by 1 am ,my roomie was sitting astride me with her two hands on my neck choking the life out of me,I was calling her by name but she was like a demon on top of me,there was light so I could see her clearly, then I saw death,everywhere was dark and I could feel my spirit was leaving my body,then strength from no where came into me and I pushed her off me,I ran to the door and she ran after me clawing at my back,the door that used to be easy to open became hard,she clawed my back and tore my dress and there was blood everywhere, my hands and back. Finally I succeeded in opening the door and breeze came into the room and touched her,it was then she got herself and started calling my name and asked me where I was going,I told her that she wanted to kill me and she is asking me where I was going. she begged me to stay telling me she didn't know what came over her. I closed the door and stayed back. we now prayed together and called our mothers. That event has forever remained in my memory

what an event, your story is so creepy and baffling, what really went inside of her to commit unprecedented murder? And why did you even go back to that room that night?were is that girl now? Things dey happen for this life ooo..

NwanyiAwkaetiti:
So she got possessed? Where exactly did the blood come from? Her nails are that sharp? What rational Nigerian will go back to the room after such experience?

How did evil possess her even in her prayers? Nice try though

my dear, that incident would never leave my memory till I die,sometimes some things happen and we cannot explain it, that's life for u,the blood came from my hands on the door knob,then the other blood cane from my back,she was clawing me. I went back to the room again with her because I have stayed a whole year previously with her and nothing like that happened.

Got to an Amala spot at exactly 12.00pm and was told Amala has already finished

It was like my whole world was crashing right on my face.

Never will forget the experience

Now I have to resume to the spot by 10.am if Amala is ready or not. I will just wait there so same does not repeat itself

Mankiso:
Mine is a sad tale. We used to live in a large extended family compound at the village. There were always intra-family fracas and wars, so this often repelled my emotions. There was this family, living right side of us whose children and their mother fought my mother constantly. One day, I was going out of the compound and I was met at the gate by one of their sons who was older than me. Suddenly, Aneke pulled me and dragged me by the hand into the bush. I was five and he was about thirteen. I got thrown to the ground and he lay on my body facing me, his rising dick touching my penis. He tore through my dirty and sweat soaked knicker and brought out my small dick. He began to lick it, and would move gently and forcefully up and down the length and breath of my full body, his penis rousing mine up. When he finished, he said I should suck his dick which was bigger. Afraid and shocked and my heart pumping fast, I licked his dirty and smelly penis. He would cloth himself and ask me to zip back my untidy knickers. I was dumbfounded by the whole act. I would not tell my mother because Aneke had warned me, saying we would be beaten if I exposed what he did. Since I couldn't talk, afraid of what could happen to us, for I was already tired of the constant wars and fights and afraid for my poor mother, I lived through my childhood and teenage and now as an adult emotionally and psychologically bruised, tormented and traumatized. I almost ended up a homosexual since I thought it was the norm, but my close relationship with God early in life had helped me to be able to control myself whenever the urge comes. I hardly keeps a relationship and my communication pattern is poor, if not none-existent. I always feel that people suspect me and I am impetuously angry and pained by my experience. However, I have not had anal sex with anyone and nobody has done that to me. I also have not had penetrative sex with the female. I will be thirty-nine soon. I am not married.

I am thinking all the time. I hate my village and I do not like to go there. I hate Aneke and I do not like to see him.

In the last recent years, I started experiencing a very troubling health challenge: a distressing mouth and body odours. I have gone to hospitals, clinics, and to herbal homes and others, all to no avail. A lab scientist kindly suggested I go to a neuropsychological hospital and I was referred. I was shocked to learn that the odours are psychologically functional, being the chemical and hormonal results of increased and unabated sexual identity tensions, fears and thoughts expressed by me through thinking and anger. I go to a prophetic church and I am often advised to stop being angry and to stop hating and avoiding people. I don't visit people at their home, I am afraid of re-experiencing my childhood rape and abuse. I have no friends and I worry constantly about who would be my best man during wedding. I am trying to settle down with the help of very nice medical psychologists and psychiatrists and it has not been easy. They advise that I should learn to forget and forgive, that my sexual abuse wasn't my fault. They say I should learn to move on with life. I get dragged in my dreams by handsome males and abused.

I am.learning to understand the horrors of life and why there are many homosexuals in Nigeria. When people say they should be killed and thrown into jail, I do not share this opinion as they may be victims of child sexual abuse. What they need is therapy to overcome the trauma of their violations. I am writing about my experience and how I nearly got disoriented sexually. It is a story of anger, apprehension, and self-hate. I constantly worry about how to publish such a controversial topic and where to get the money to do so. My therapists diagnosed that my experience affected every facets of my life: relationship, communication, career, thoughts, including physiological growth and maturity.

I.am shakened by my experience and my response to it is with a story of understanding of tragedies as this and how not to be a homosexual in Nigeria, in a letter to my friend who has run away from Nigeria.

Child sexual abuse is a crime. Your boy child who gets abused by a male could become a gay tomorrow. Watch out!

I can't relate but some people are just demons

Arysexy:


Both of us heard the laugh. In fact we didn't talk, we took off d same time. It was when we got inside my bro confirmed to me he heard d laugh too.

So it's not like only me heard it

habba dats not a ghost na,probably somebody wanted to scare the shii outa you guys

mine 2010 after my JSCE DEN. in Mushin after they finish fighting that day o Mushin and idi araba boys in the night i went to buy bread and was about to put stee into the plate i put down . i just see a stray bullet hit the plate away from my front o. dhat day is a very bad day ehn because a lady i knew was killed. dose guys chai bad old day.

DanDeeBoss:
The Phone rang, abi?? Ghen Ghen

d phone's battery has already shutdown....d invigilator came straght to me where i was sitting dwn...

Edusouls:
what an event, your story is so creepy and baffling, what really went inside of her to commit unprecedented murder? And why did you even go back to that room that night?were is that girl now? Things dey happen for this life ooo..

I have stayed with her previously for 1 year,and nothing like that happened,lemme complete the story anyways, when I went back to the room,we both prayed then call our mothers and they prayed too. Then we lay down to sleep,I pretended that I was sleeping till she slept off,she snores so I knew the exact time she slept.when she slept I sat up and sat down at one corner of the room watching her. I stayed like that for about 40 mins,but I cldnt take it any more so I went to the bed to sleep . by 4 she woke me up again startling me,shaking and crying,I was scares and I asked her what was it again,she said when she slept a man and some group of girls walked into the room and the man was asking her why she came to his environment and is disturbing him. and that she is verylucky because he tries to possess me to kill her for disturbing but he couldn't penetrate me so he decided to possess her to kill me so she can be put into trouble. I wanted to disbelief her story until she described where I was sitting when the man and his group came in,I could swear that she didn't know where I was sitting as she was sleeping and her back was to me. Life is indeed strange

iceboy4752:
Nairalanders, what's that creepy incident that left unforgettable scars in your memory?
Though I've had many bad incidents, but let me share the most recent one.
I was travelling to Jos together with my elder brother when a red Honda sped past us. In the car was a young man who waved at us with a very unusual and amiable smile across his face. My brother responded with a horn.
We got to a village close to Kaffanchan some minutes later. There was a heavy traffic because two cars had collided. It involved an Opel vehicle and that of the man who waved at us moments before that. We saw the moment his corpse was brought out of the car by some men. He was on a white attire that got totally soaked in blood.
We were really shocked that day. The incident leafed through my memory for many days.

baba it was the very first day I took weed lol. I nearly ran mad, I was seriously observing everything, everything was in slow motion.choi lmao

logan2:
habba dats not a ghost na,probably somebody wanted to scare the shii outa you guys

Nah, it echoed from the air. If someone was being mischievous, he will come and tell us later. Not a normal laughter, louder like an amplified voice

Besides there were security lights on, we could have seen d person

Mankiso:
Mine is a sad tale. We used to live in a large extended family compound at the village. There were always intra-family fracas and wars, so this often repelled my emotions. There was this family, living right side of us whose children and their mother fought my mother constantly. One day, I was going out of the compound and I was met at the gate by one of their sons who was older than me. Suddenly, Aneke pulled me and dragged me by the hand into the bush. I was five and he was about thirteen. I got thrown to the ground and he lay on my body facing me, his rising dick touching my penis. He tore through my dirty and sweat soaked knicker and brought out my small dick. He began to lick it, and would move gently and forcefully up and down the length and breath of my full body, his penis rousing mine up. When he finished, he said I should suck his dick which was bigger. Afraid and shocked and my heart pumping fast, I licked his dirty and smelly penis. He would cloth himself and ask me to zip back my untidy knickers. I was dumbfounded by the whole act. I would not tell my mother because Aneke had warned me, saying we would be beaten if I exposed what he did. Since I couldn't talk, afraid of what could happen to us, for I was already tired of the constant wars and fights and afraid for my poor mother, I lived through my childhood and teenage and now as an adult emotionally and psychologically bruised, tormented and traumatized. I almost ended up a homosexual since I thought it was the norm, but my close relationship with God early in life had helped me to be able to control myself whenever the urge comes. I hardly keeps a relationship and my communication pattern is poor, if not none-existent. I always feel that people suspect me and I am impetuously angry and pained by my experience. However, I have not had anal sex with anyone and nobody has done that to me. I also have not had penetrative sex with the female. I will be thirty-nine soon. I am not married.

I am thinking all the time. I hate my village and I do not like to go there. I hate Aneke and I do not like to see him.

In the last recent years, I started experiencing a very troubling health challenge: a distressing mouth and body odours. I have gone to hospitals, clinics, and to herbal homes and others, all to no avail. A lab scientist kindly suggested I go to a neuropsychological hospital and I was referred. I was shocked to learn that the odours are psychologically functional, being the chemical and hormonal results of increased and unabated sexual identity tensions, fears and thoughts expressed by me through thinking and anger. I go to a prophetic church and I am often advised to stop being angry and to stop hating and avoiding people. I don't visit people at their home, I am afraid of re-experiencing my childhood rape and abuse. I have no friends and I worry constantly about who would be my best man during wedding. I am trying to settle down with the help of very nice medical psychologists and psychiatrists and it has not been easy. They advise that I should learn to forget and forgive, that my sexual abuse wasn't my fault. They say I should learn to move on with life. I get dragged in my dreams by handsome males and abused.

I am.learning to understand the horrors of life and why there are many homosexuals in Nigeria. When people say they should be killed and thrown into jail, I do not share this opinion as they may be victims of child sexual abuse. What they need is therapy to overcome the trauma of their violations. I am writing about my experience and how I nearly got disoriented sexually. It is a story of anger, apprehension, and self-hate. I constantly worry about how to publish such a controversial topic and where to get the money to do so. My therapists diagnosed that my experience affected every facets of my life: relationship, communication, career, thoughts, including physiological growth and maturity.

I.am shakened by my experience and my response to it is with a story of understanding of tragedies as this and how not to be a homosexual in Nigeria, in a letter to my friend who has run away from Nigeria.

Child sexual abuse is a crime. Your boy child who gets abused by a male could become a gay tomorrow. Watch out!

Darn!! God will surely punish Aneke. This is bad man...

I'll advice you to try and have sex with a female, I believe that would help a great deal in moving on. Goodluck

prettysassygirl:

my dear, that incident would never leave my memory till I die,sometimes some things happen and we cannot explain it, that's life for u,the blood came from my hands on the door knob,then the other blood cane from my back,she was clawing me. I went back to the room again with her because I have stayed a whole year previously with her and nothing like that happened.

I understand

I remember when I was in ss2 with my guy,we spz dey skool when police burst us for Game Center....D Game Center operator Japa leaving us wif the cops,Na so dem carry us for danfo 2 station but b4 we got there my guy was sitted close to the door and it was opened.Na so my guy fly comot escape,as I wan follow am Na so dem block me.
Omo 4 station I just dey see different faces of hardcore criminals with scars....I almost pissed my pants.
Anyway, my guy wey escape sharply ran 2 my house and explained the situation 2 my folks who called my dad(@work) who called my uncle(army officer) who came 2 bail me out.
The kind beating wey I receive that night no be here.
Cops lied they caught me smoking weed...Fxck d police

Mankiso:
Mine is a sad tale. We used to live in a large extended family compound at the village. There were always intra-family fracas and wars, so this often repelled my emotions. There was this family, living right side of us whose children and their mother fought my mother constantly. One day, I was going out of the compound and I was met at the gate by one of their sons who was older than me. Suddenly, Aneke pulled me and dragged me by the hand into the bush. I was five and he was about thirteen. I got thrown to the ground and he lay on my body facing me, his rising dick touching my penis. He tore through my dirty and sweat soaked knicker and brought out my small dick. He began to lick it, and would move gently and forcefully up and down the length and breath of my full body, his penis rousing mine up.

I dnt like talking abt my own experience, i have never been happy since then. My entire life. I understand you man.

AllenSpencer:
Got to an Amala spot at exactly 12.00pm and was told Amala has already finished

It was like my whole world was crashing right on my face.

Never will forget the experience

Now I have to resume to the spot by 10.am if Amala is ready or not. I will just wait there so same does not repeat itself

yaa noh well

Mankiso:
Mine is a sad tale. We used to live in a large extended family compound at the village. There were always intra-family fracas and wars, so this often repelled my emotions. There was this family, living right side of us whose children and their mother fought my mother constantly. One day, I was going out of the compound and I was met at the gate by one of their sons who was older than me. Suddenly, Aneke pulled me and dragged me by the hand into the bush. I was five and he was about thirteen. I got thrown to the ground and he lay on my body facing me, his rising dick touching my penis. He tore through my dirty and sweat soaked knicker and brought out my small dick. He began to lick it, and would move gently and forcefully up and down the length and breath of my full body, his penis rousing mine up. When he finished, he said I should suck his dick which was bigger. Afraid and shocked and my heart pumping fast, I licked his dirty and smelly penis. He would cloth himself and ask me to zip back my untidy knickers. I was dumbfounded by the whole act. I would not tell my mother because Aneke had warned me, saying we would be beaten if I exposed what he did. Since I couldn't talk, afraid of what could happen to us, for I was already tired of the constant wars and fights and afraid for my poor mother, I lived through my childhood and teenage and now as an adult emotionally and psychologically bruised, tormented and traumatized. I almost ended up a homosexual since I thought it was the norm, but my close relationship with God early in life had helped me to be able to control myself whenever the urge comes. I hardly keeps a relationship and my communication pattern is poor, if not none-existent. I always feel that people suspect me and I am impetuously angry and pained by my experience. However, I have not had anal sex with anyone and nobody has done that to me. I also have not had penetrative sex with the female. I will be thirty-nine soon. I am not married.

I am thinking all the time. I hate my village and I do not like to go there. I hate Aneke and I do not like to see him.

In the last recent years, I started experiencing a very troubling health challenge: a distressing mouth and body odours. I have gone to hospitals, clinics, and to herbal homes and others, all to no avail. A lab scientist kindly suggested I go to a neuropsychological hospital and I was referred. I was shocked to learn that the odours are psychologically functional, being the chemical and hormonal results of increased and unabated sexual identity tensions, fears and thoughts expressed by me through thinking and anger. I go to a prophetic church and I am often advised to stop being angry and to stop hating and avoiding people. I don't visit people at their home, I am afraid of re-experiencing my childhood rape and abuse. I have no friends and I worry constantly about who would be my best man during wedding. I am trying to settle down with the help of very nice medical psychologists and psychiatrists and it has not been easy. They advise that I should learn to forget and forgive, that my sexual abuse wasn't my fault. They say I should learn to move on with life. I get dragged in my dreams by handsome males and abused.

I am.learning to understand the horrors of life and why there are many homosexuals in Nigeria. When people say they should be killed and thrown into jail, I do not share this opinion as they may be victims of child sexual abuse. What they need is therapy to overcome the trauma of their violations. I am writing about my experience and how I nearly got disoriented sexually. It is a story of anger, apprehension, and self-hate. I constantly worry about how to publish such a controversial topic and where to get the money to do so. My therapists diagnosed that my experience affected every facets of my life: relationship, communication, career, thoughts, including physiological growth and maturity.

I.am shakened by my experience and my response to it is with a story of understanding of tragedies as this and how not to be a homosexual in Nigeria, in a letter to my friend who has run away from Nigeria.

Child sexual abuse is a crime. Your boy child who gets abused by a male could become a gay tomorrow. Watch out!

To overcome you need to be ready to let go. Face your fears boldly, never allow that voice in your head. You good enough and strong enough. You need to get close to a lady, allow d emotions in, you'll b fine.

finalboss:
I dnt like talking abt my own experence, i have never been happy since then. My entire life.

But u can still b happy, u just gotta let go. You can't change d past. I've had crazy experiences but I have this special ability of burying them and moving on. I never allow nothing to steal my joy.

Fidelismaria:





And you went back in

You get mind

That's why I personally don't allow anybody be it girl or boy pass the night at my place

I no want they hear story that touch

I have had 4 near death experience, this is just one of them,maybe that's y I was a little bold to go back, Satan and his demons have always tried to take my life but my God dey gidigba,sometimes I wonder if I would be one great person cos I don't understand y God is always beating the devil to the game of ending my life,probably There is something I have to do for God b4 I leave this earth. anyways I no dey take God play o,I try to hold him as tight as possible,He is the key to my living here on earth and in the life beyond.

MissRaine69:

Dislocated jaw
Fractured eye socket
4 broken ribs
My legs are held together by metal hardware

That's quite a list, which means metal detectors go crazy whenever you're around.
Glad you survived tho.

Mine was the day I witnessed a school girl(pupil) get crushed by a moving car.That day I was on bike with my bro going to school and there was this red car that was directly in our front,before we knew it some pri sch pupils were trying to cross the road while holding hands,it happened that all of them crossed successfully leaving one girl behind and it all happened so fast that this red car was already close and the driver tried using the brakes but it was too late.that was how the girl was rolling under the car till it finally stopped,and all happend right in front of my eyes.I couldn't concentrate that day because I had a test then,my bro didn't know the time tears dropped from his eyes,her lifeless body was then removed under the car with most of her body broken

My mom has been sick for months, my dad was outside the country and we were with my aunt.
She called me that morning and said she's feeling weak, she went into the bathroom, said she's feeling dry and i should pour water on her which i was doing, till my aunt came in and we took her to hospital again.
We stayed in the hospital till around 3am in my aunt's car, when a nurse came to call my aunt, i knew something was wrong, so i followed.
Long story short, my mom had already gave up and she was to be taken to the mortuary, i could here my aunt shouting "Rara, ko le ku".
There i wanted God to take my life for hers, i thought about all the things i wanna do for her, next thing a nurse came and said my mom had miraculously woken up.
I know God preserved her life for a reason.

Now I'm a medical student in Europe, and all i wanna do is fulfil all the promises i made that I'll do for her.

NwanyiAwkaetiti:
To overcome you need to be ready to let go. Face your fears boldly, never allow that voice in your head. You good enough and strong enough. You need to get close to a lady, allow d emotions in, you'll b fine.

you really think its about facing fears boldly ? i have be living with both anger and hate for sm years now. At least he visited a therapist. I healed my self with those two things.