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NARRATIVE NUMBER ONE

 DEALING WITH THE AFTERMATH OF A ROBBERY/RAPE?

Good day Stella. It is with plenty of courage I'm writing you. I like what happens here on SDK. I read of people's experiences here in chronicles of bv and the advices kind of gives strength. Of course I'm an active member of your blog family and maybe under a different Circumstance I would have given up my moniker. But I write this as anon because I'm grieving.

 Up till now I can't seem to get over it. I've seen it in movies, heard people talk about it but I never ever thought of experiencing these demons from the pit of hell. Of course I'm still going through the after-effects emotionally and financially.

 It was a few minutes past midnight when some heavily built men scaled our fence. The sound of their landing woke my cousin. Initially there was no light. Stella you know how when every where is hot at night we'd open curtains and window for air to sieve in. That was the state. The men, about 6 of them made their way to the garage where I had a studio( I graduated in 2010 and have been job hunting but to no avail so I decided to save everything and anything I ever got to build a studio because I'm good at music), and took all the equipment.

 On their way out of the garage was when Nepa decided to bring the light. Then they were at my cousin's window. He saw them and as he made for the door they blasted the door open and all hell was let loose! 

They grabbed him, kicked him severally in the groin area and bashed his head against the wall. Then they made for my mom's room and started asking her for her money and jewellery. When she told them she hadn't any they started kicking her. Stella one of them picked up my hypertensive and diabetic mother and threw her to the ground in anger threatening to shoot her and stamping his boots on her head!! 

I was on the couch in the parlour where I slept off watching a movie. I made for the passage to see if I could get a machete but before I knew it the butt of a gun (very clean AK 47 rifle) landed on my head! The beating that followed was not here o! 

At that moment I wished my other brothers were around because if they were it wouldn't have been that bad. We would have fought them off( yes, we are like that together!). As if that wasn't enough they made for my sisters' room. My sisters were already terrified. These men marched them outside. One of the men went to our fridge and took ice water and asked my sisters to strip down after which they poured the ice water on both of them. I tried pleading with the one holding me down to tell his colleague to let them be but he told me that if I talked again he would just shoot my brains out. So I couldn't do much. I could hear my sisters crying and pleading and it hurt me so much. They raped my sisters! These beasts molested my sisters. After satisfying their urge one of them came back into the kitchen and took the pot of jollof rice my mom made and some onions. 

They dragged me to the gate and asked one of my sisters to come and lock the gate and before they left they asked her to tell them thank you. Imagine!! They swept my entire house. Took all our electronics. Specially brought down my source of income. My studio. And crowned their prowess with the dignity of not one but two of my sisters! It pains me everyday I wake up and remember it! I can't seem to distract myself from the horror! 

Stella I don't even know where to start. Maybe if I read advices I will feel better.

I am too shocked to even think straight,but have you tried asking God to heal you?how are you sisters faring now?In such an incidence if all the victims see each other everyday then the healing process is more difficult,especially if your sisters cry everyday.

I recommend that you seek God's face at this time.

I am so sorry about your experience and I pray total healing for your family,especially your two sisters.

How is your mum?

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NARRATIVE NUMBER TWO
PRAYERS TO TRAP A SPOUSE

Hello Stella,

Please hide my ID. Am an ardent reader of your blog though I don’t comment too often, but there’s no post I don’t get a glimpse of. I must commend your good work and style of Blogging.

Please I want my fellow BV to help analyze my current situation. Am in a relationship of over 3years, I love my girl so much and planning to settle down with her by next year. It’s more like a long distance relationship. We stay in different states, so she comes to visit from time to time. I have a good job and God has been so faithful to me

Am not good with photographs, but I took one personal picture which she collected in one of her visit last year (I have even forgotten about it).

She visited me in June, on the cause of the visit I saw my personal picture merged with hers in a prayer book. I told her how much i like that picture and it passed. Fast forward to 4 months later (2 weeks ago) when she visited, I saw that same prayer book and as I checked behold my picture was still there with hers.  

After looking at it, I took my pix and placed it inside my drawer and she left without knowing.  3 days ago I called to check on her, to my surprised the first question she asked was “did you remove your pix from my book” her tune was like I have never heard before so furious and angry.  I told her I took the picture but forgot to place it back in the book. That was when she flared up, why should I! Do I know what she’s doing with the picture! She kept shouting angrily. 

So I calmly asked her what is so important with the picture that she can’t wait till her next visit. She responded angrily “ infact you  have missed the prayers i wanted to do for you”. I simply told her if that’s the case than she can as well use my full name with faith that picture means nothing.   

She said when they will ask her to bring out the picture of her man, what do I expect her to do, look like a fool?. Then I was confused and I asked which church ask for pictures before they pray? she has been with this picture attached to hers for over a year.  Her response was that my kind of prayer and hers are not the same and that all I know is Sunday Sunday service. That in fact she can see that I don’t trust her. She kept shouting till I ended that call.

In the morning after I called to calmly sort things out.  I started by saying am sorry and then came the real bang, she shouted “sorry for yourself” and eat that your picture like 3 times and I hanged up.

So my fellow BV please help me understand what prayer has to do with Pictures. Where is it practiced?

What is her kind of prayer?  I think something is not right somewhere and am simply confused. 

Thanks

something doesnt just sound right oh.....but meanwhile,TAKE OFF YOUR SHOES AND START RUNNING....