Diary of A Raped Angry Woman - Who Is to Blame?

She told a sad story of how she was raped at 16years by strangers and camped her mind against her wish for months- READ IT HERE....her story is pathetic and she is writing to get it off her mind.
Talking about it heals.....
Now she continues with ''Who is to blame for the rape'?...A rape that destroyed her and made her run away from Nigeria.
Miss XYZ is yet to heal or return to Nigeria.....

  Who is to blame?

Some may read my story and wonder could this be real or fiction? Can a girl’s life story be this bizarre? Well brace yourself because it only gets worse….

I had been raped and disvirgined by three men…violated and used! I hoped that was the end but it was only the beginning of 5 months of bondage.  The men then proceeded to tell me the real reason I was brought to the room, they needed money according to them to buy the chemicals needed to mix the substance to produce the ‘fake money’. 

They reminded me over and over that I had sworn an oath and if I told anyone I would die or run mad! And guess what? I believed every word! 

I believed if I told a soul I was going to die! Few hours ago I was just a teenager trying to get into UNILAG to study theatre arts now I was involved in some scam, I had been raped and sworn a fatal oath…how one’s life can change within minutes.

They led me to the bus stop and put me on an Okada! They said I should meet them at the same bus stop the next day and bring all the money in my house…..I had a curfew for 6pm needless to say I got home 9pm, my elder sister was furious, I lied, cooked up a story about how I got on the wrong bus, still using one hand to cover my blood stained skirt, thank God NEPA had struck so with the candle light it was easy to hide…..we went to bed. 

I stayed up searching the house for money but I didn’t find a dime! I cried myself to sleep! I won’t bore you with the day to day details but you can imagine what went on for the next five months.

 I was taken to a man, who they said was a specialist in mixing money somewhere at Iju, one incident that is forever on my mind….He made me wash my hands and nothing happened, second time I washed my hands, they bled, I had no cuts but I watched my hands bleed….He said to me if I told a soul what went on I would bleed to death……

When I tell this story, reading the words it’s hard for even me to believe I went through all these but I did! I am a living proof that evil exists on earth and we all have to be very careful! I am a testimony Because I am alive today to tell my story! 

I was deceived, manipulated and preyed upon! They used my naivety and innocence against me to scare me so much that I did all they asked for 3 months, I kept going back there giving them every dime I had, no amount was ever enough.

I was a shadow of myself, I would seat by myself all day staring out the window not speaking to no one not even my sister….i became socially awkward! My nights were filled with nightmares and my days daydreaming about what could have been…..3 Months had gone by and I suddenly realised I had not seen my period…………..OMG I was PREGNANT!

Who is to blame? Are my parents to blame? For fighting all the time that they had to separate when I was 10 forcing me to live with my elder sister?

was I to blame for wearing a mini skirt on that tragic day? Is society to blame for the high rate of unemployment that it forces men to do unspeakable things to get rich? Or are the men who raped me to blame for being so evil? Who do you blame?

Some may say why didn’t I scream at the top of my voice to save myself from being raped BUT I must tell you except you have been raped before, you have no idea the fear you feel, how vulnerable and weak you feel, then put a 16 year old in that position and it’s not one but 3 men standing before her…..at that moment all I could think of was SURVIVAL!

They say time heal all wounds but the scars are forever……I will remain Miss XYZ for now.

 Watch out for chapter 3 which i will title ‘Who’s baby am I carrying?’