Chronicles Of Blog Visitor Narratives.

The cross road is not an easy place to be....

Ever been there?

NARRATIVE NUMBER ONE

CHOOSING BETWEEN SPOUSE AND PARENTS

Dear Stella,
please am so confused right now,everything just seems to be getting complicated everyday,i need advice and suggestion urgently.

Let me start from the beginning,i wrote to you early december about my husband been deported,my parents asked me to return home that they will take care of my expenses i felt very bad because it felt like i was deserting my husband in his trying time but i had no choice as there was nothing to eat and and no where to live then.

Fast forward to last week,hubby took a loan and got accommodation in Lagos because he no longer has any connection on work where he used to stay.

Since then it has been serious argument with my parents on releasing me to join him ,they said his work as an electrical contractor is yet to pick up well in the new place and i don't have a job too.

So I left against their instructions and  i have been dropping my c.v in schools around our area and i pray something positive turns up for me and hubby
But i have been feeling a big void in my heart because i am feeling like i choose my hubby over my parents but its not true, i really love them but i felt this is right thing to do.

Sorry for my long epistle  i just had to talk to someone and seek advice and suggestions
thank you.

You should have had a heart to heart talk with them before you left their house because at the end of the day,they are all you have and stood up for you when you needed them.

They love you.Please go and visit them and reassure them that you will be fine.

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NARRATIVE NUMBER TWO

C-R-O-S-S-R-O-A-D.

Hello Queen Stells.

Thanks for this platform.

I'm a teacher in one private school in Lagos. The proprietor is only concerned about his 'business' and never about the pupils, teachers' or parents' welfare. Yesterday, after school closed, I noticed a girl in my class was dragged to the proprietor's office by the head teacher. Knowing J to be a very respectful, nice and cultured little girl, my curiosity was aroused. I noticed serious faces... Coming in and going outs... Fishy things happening... Well, after about an hour, the girl was released and I subtly asked her what the problem was, and she blatantly refused to speak out. The cat in me extended its curiosity...*side eyes*

 I had to go to a friend of the proprietor's wife to know what happened to my dear J. Only for her to tell me the most heart rending news I never wish my worst enemy. Little J was sexually abused by a male teacher. This was discovered by the cleaner who saw sperm all over the girl's leg and pant. JESUS! have mercy.

 Now, my grievance is that I expected the school to call the girls parents and explain things to them and beg them to be discreet. Treat the girl etc. But this devils(so called elders in a 4squared church), covered the whole ish up and warned the girl not to breath a word of what happened because the guy in question is their son( above 28yrs) and little J is just 6 in primary 2.

 I called J after class today and spoke to her and she opened up to me and I cried like a baby cos I'm a mother of 3 little girls too and was just seeing my kids in her. I asked her why she wouldn't want to tell her mum, her reply shocked me. "My mum will give me mark in my body."

I really want to let her parents know but I wouldn't want her mum to "give her mark" and traumatise her more.

My conscience aint sleeping!

I am too shocked to say anything but if you keep quiet,you are as guilty as the rapist.