The Dark Diary - 3

Are you still wondering why I didn’t tell someone?

 I could but, but who would listen? I could barely get their attention when I was starving and, when I do they just shove me aside and continue gambling or slide a plate of leftovers that has been under the table for God knows how long and probably got used as an ash tray.

My ‘’customer’’ and I had an agreement of feed me and get satisfied and so the dark days continued.

I would be sleeping and he would tap me to follow him. There was this time I was sick and he still came to have his way and I was just crying.

After satisfying himself he asked if I had taken medicine and I said no I only drank ‘’agbo’’. He went out and came back with medicine which I took and slept off.

He would dress up and go out to work then come back through the back door to meet me.

My brothers only passed and asked why I was lying down and when I tell them I am sick, they laugh and say I am pretending so I won’t go to school. Me that couldn’t wait to get up and run out so that my abuser will stop sleeping with me on sick bed.

He was nice and even protected me from others for himself {mtcheww} he also saved me from getting flogged to death whenever my brothers start their nonsense beatings.

My sister ran away to the next state because she couldn’t take it anymore. Her friend told her she could link her to someone to help her secure an admission in the University. Unfortunately she got pregnant .

When she came back home she was heavy and they couldn’t touch her, so I became the punching bag. They would rain curses and call me ‘’ashawo’’ and I should not dare come home with a pregnancy.

At that time I hadn’t started menstruating . I didn’t get my period until I was 16 thank goodness. I already knew what it took to get pregnant and even my abuser asked me questions too.

If you don't guide your child another person will groom them for you.