Speak Out 002
Sexual violence 002
Hello great
people!
Hope you are
having a good week?
Prior to
last week’s publication I explicitly shared some nitty-gritty on sexual
violence, ranging from its meaning to its causes, to effects, and to its types
and people who are perpetrate this act. Am glad to announce to you that I will
be sharing more stories on sexual violence.
Today I
would be discussing or sharing stories of
some harmful traditions as a cause of sexual violence in this pub just like
I promised you, get your eyes glued and your mind focus don’t go anywhere until
you are done reading thise stories.
These are of
real life situation stories… persons still hale and healthy but their names
will be withheld for confidential reasons. I would be narrating this story as a
first person narrator. permissions have been taken and granted and they gave me
a go ahead to share their stories on this platform. This is the first story on
how harmful traditions can be a major cause for sexual violence
Story 001
I was only
ten years old when my dad betrothed me to a man his age he was a like 40 years
old as at then ,few month later I was told to go live with him because he is my
husband I didn’t understand what they meant my dad and mum were serious about it, little did I know that
my dad had used me as a collateral to buy an over used sewing machine… I share
this story with tears like blood
dripping down my eyes my pen is as heavy as
a sword in the hands of the abuse. when I got married to this man who
already had wives, I was too small when I say small I mean small inside he
couldn’t penetrate me as man and wife is supposedly to, so he sent me back to
my parents that he wont continue with the marriage, my parents on the other hand
sent me back to him… this time my aged husband… to me he was too old, he took
me to a blacksmith were they use an iron rod to expand the hole on my vaginal
sorry people I have to be blunt, after which he tried on countless occasion but
couldn’t until I was rescued by some people I call them angels, before this
time I was already sick I couldn’t help it I was abandoned in my room my
parents were no where to be found my husband in quote lived his life like no
,man’s business, his other wives lived their lives, again I was never
privileged to see the four walls of education my parents were illiterate as
well am not trying to justify what they did, but on the long educating your
kids especially your girl is GOLDEN. This is my story of sexual/ child abuse. my
advise to readers out there reading my story is that people should speak when
being sexually abused plus have a reliable person you can confide in, also I
want to sincerely appreciate HUMANITARIAN SERVICES some of these organizations
are encapsulated in NGOs, Non denominational bodies etc it was one of these
that came to my rescue even when my parents and husband tried to hide it from
them they just find a way around it and today am hail and healthy, I enrolled
in a school my wounds are still healing. I must say that am very delighted to
share my story I know it will go a long way to change others.
From the story you just read you would agree
with me that nothing kills faster like a sexually traumatized individual, you die a thousand
times but you still live it is no longer you that live , but your shafted
spirit, your soul is broken into pieces like the broken plates in the kitchen…stay tuned as I would be sharing other stories next week, have
a blissful weekend