Hours ago, one Moji Coker shared her story, now this lady pictured above shared her own story moments ago with Myunfilteredng.
Read her story below:
I experienced my first abuse when I was 7 by my neighbour’s son. I
had a series of abuse after the first one, but that was the only one my
mum knew about. I was abused by her brother who would come to visit us
during the holidays. At the time, I was 9.
I knew what he was doing was wrong but I never told my mum. This went
on repeatedly. I had already started masturbating when I was 7. When I
was 13, I loved to read romance books, so when I needed inspiration to
masturbate, I would pick up one of the romance novels and look for
specific pages.
I had so much information stored up in my head. At 13, we had
financial issues in my family, so my dad suggested I go live with his
sister, my aunt. She never really liked me but her husband did not mind,
so he gave the consent for me to move in with them. I remember one day,
my aunt’s husband asked me, “Kike would you prefer I spank or scold you
when you do something wrong, or would you prefer I kiss or hug you?” I
replied, “Daddy, I’ll prefer you hug me.” I never knew he was indirectly
asking for my permission to abuse me, so I gave consent. One day, after
writing my first West African Examination Council (WAEC) exam, I got
home, and was washing the dishes.
He came to meet me in the kitchen and he started kissing me, touching
my breasts and playing with my genitals. I remember him pulling down my
pants, and he saw the fear in my eyes. He told me not to worry that he
wouldn’t penetrate or disvirgin me.
When he was done, I cried, thinking, “Is this what I was created
for?” I was a bit surprised this was coming from him, because everyone
adored him and he was very kind.
My heart broke. I was in that house for 4 months and I can’t remember
how many times this happened, because it continued. I eventually left
and moved back home after my exams. Few months after secondary school,
my mother walked out of our lives forever and we don’t know where she is
till today.
I gained admission into Lagos State University (LASU) part-time after
years of trying to get into university. By the time I got to my 2nd
year, my dad’s life took a bad turn and his finances dwindled. He
refused to pay my school fees. He came back to Nigeria not knowing he
wouldn’t be able to go back to London.
He started selling all that he had. I sold used clothes, underwear
(okirika) and recharge cards to make ends meet. I had options of looking
for an Aristo when it was difficult to pay my school fees but I made up
my mind not to. In February 2010, my father died after a brief illness.
My younger sister was brought back from the UK.
I was left with my siblings with no hope. People couldn’t understand
how we survived because we had lost everything. By this time, I was born
again, so I just handed over my life and my siblings to God. My
siblings and I had to live with different people because we didn’t have a
good house to live in.
In my 3rd year of university, I started photography, got a place to
intern and that was the beginning of my photography journey. I stopped
masturbating, but I started having the urges over and over, again. I
sought therapy and it was discovered that I never healed from all I
bottled in.
I’ve started therapy and I’m also willing to go for more therapy with
my spouse before I get married. I run an enterprise of my own and I
have empowered about 500 Nigerians with the skills God has blessed me
with. I believe God is real because despite everything that happened to
me, I’m still here.
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