The Dark Diary - 2

Oh My God.....

As a 10 year old I knew things my mates will later find out when they came of age.


I enjoyed running errands because I got the extra change to buy snacks and save in my ‘’kolo’’ [kolo that someone cracks and loots until tomorrow the thief is still unknown].

Innocent me will walk pass and get smacked on the bum and my flat chest rubbed while he was giving me instructions.

I was never given the talk like we give our kids now so I didn’t know it was inappropriate.

He would play with me and promise me pocket money if I did everything he asked me to. He would corner me in my own father’s house and rough me up. I later got to know the act was ‘’smooching’

He practically lived in our house so he had access to every part. He always knew when I was alone and would even enter the bathroom whip out his manhood and tell me to put my mouth on it choking me to tears.

I never understood why he would be shaking like someone that had leprosy while pressing my small head to his manhood. Then he would spill it on my face like they do to those women in the films they all watch in the living room. I WAS JUST A CHILD.

I started feeling uncomfortable doing it but who would I even tell? My father’s house was like a casino .All the adults that were supposed to protect and teach me were busy with their own lives. Tiny me would just be walking around peeping and seeing stuffs I should be shielded from.


My elder sister always wonders why I am the way I am with her but one day I will be bold enough to look her in the face and tell her how she messed up my life.

She was in her 20’s and I know it is her life but she could have at least got involved in our lives especially me. She could have juggled her other life with the one she was saddled with . She is the first girl and is automatically my mother.

One of my brother was the one that noticed I was always stinking up the room when I walked in,then he gave me a deodorant and asked me when he had time if I needed soap or toothpaste.

My abuser became my succor. He was living in the house and knew what I lacked then he took advantage of me.

My father came back home when he could and he tried his best financially then go again.

I had this area mother that had a pile of books so I would just run away from home to read and that was when I discovered at 12 what my abuser was doing to me.

He noticed I was avoiding him and always in company of my other sisters or out in the open.

Then he came with more money. I needed the money because I had books to buy and uniforms to patch. I begged him that I didn’t want to do these things that he should find someone older. He refused and started his threat.

At first I was afraid when he said he would kill me But, later I faced him back and told him to kill me because I was tired already. I negotiated like I used to hear the women that they bring home speak to them.

There and then my abuser became my customer. He had a good job because he was the only one working then while my brothers were still in school. He paid for my food every morning when the beans woman arrived , textbooks, clothes and toiletries. I was 13 years old and no one noticed and life went on.

I was no longer a child. I knew a lot and even too much. I didn’t feel a thing.

 I became his personal prostitute.