ABUSED - by Eyi-Ojotule Abigail Gabriel

If you ask me how I am doing,I'll admit I've seen better days.I feel cursed and unwanted.My own mother called me a demon!a bastard!a devil!a Witch!Just because I tried to confide in her.I'm sorry for thinking that I could.He constantly threatened that I would die if I ever told anyone.He said it was what he did to his friends.Mum always let me stay with him when she went out.He got me presents and Called me his little friend.Mum called him my second dad.I accepted him as a father since mine was away.He often took me and other kids out.He always stayed indoors,gentle,avuncular and sweet.I called him "uncle". One day,in his room as usual, he made me sit on his laps.He undressed me and thrust his rod into my body several times.I cried, I pleaded with him but he said I would die if I mentioned it to anyone .It continued for a while.I was scared of losing my life and so I did not tell mother. He bought me gifts to sponsor his action.Seemed like I had a hold down there because I could no longer hold urine while I slept.Finally I decided to tell mother one day.I asked her if I would die and she asked what the question was about.I told her everything.Mother made me kneel before her and she beat me .She called me bike names for Saying such about her friend..I felt hated.She said I was telling a mature lie.The practice continued and I was the victim..I would cry and refuse food or gifts.I stayed silent waiting for mother to act.Mother chose to be blind and deaf .It kept happening till mother met us in the act one day She met her child struggling with her friend who seemed to be easing his libido and having a good time.Mother's expression was like she had seen a ghost.She rushed in and pulled me away calling for neighbours intervention..uncle was arrestedShe went to my father who had a new wife,to ask for his support.He asked her to leave him alone.Mother took me to the hospital for tests.They said I was too young to get pregnant but they gave mum papers that made her look sad after glancing through them. Days came and weeks passed.Fortnights turned to months.I felt relieved for the first time in a long while.I prayed mother had him killed.I asked mother about him and she told me she has released him because she had no money to fund the case and his mother begged her in tears I remembered everything he did to me.It was painful.It hurt me so bad.I was disappointed In mother.She chose the tears of his mother over mine The feeling hurt me more than death If I see him,do you expect me to give him a smile? No!I'll treat him to multiple stabs and give him a hug of a third death after I kill him twice.I wish I could hate mother but I can not I hate all boys and me for what he did to me.I may be just eight but my heart is no more a child.Mother took us for prayers because he confessed that he did what he did with kids for ritual purpose.The priest made us fast for a week and kept demanding things mother could hardly afford.She was just a single mother trying to fend for two. The priest asked us to prepare for cleaning in a river .Mother was fed up with his excesses and so she made us leave. I always remember what uncle did to me.The bad thing my teacher warned us not to do was what I experienced.I am eight but I have known mature pain.We do hide secrets in our hearts but mine I wear daily as a mask over my face.He stole my smile.The trauma!the pain! they follow me wherever I go.I don't see marriage as an option but if I do,I'll invite the universe to see such man who would conquer my sentiments.Seems the world was silent about my case.No advocacy!no prosecution!no child's right!I almost believed everyone is cruel.Maybe I do.Teacher told is a person can get HIV or STDs from such act.. what I'd I do?I hear people telling mother kids heal fast but mind is different.I remember each act and I feel like I'm dirty.Too dirty for God to behold or befriend.Favourite aunty said I should forgive mother and uncle but it's useless.There's no hope when the stars are gone already.I told aunty I forgave them but deep down...Can a child like me still be anyone? Written on behalf of a kid.A recent real life case.

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