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A Story on the Sexual Abuse of the Girl Child
A Story on the Sexual Abuse of the Girl Child
It is the end of the semester again. My two roommates and dear friends, Wuraola and Becky packed their luggage, ready to travel home for the semester break. I was so reluctant to go home and my friends noticed this. Wuraola, the most quiet of us was the first to mention it.
'Why is your packing so slow, Beauty?' She asked.
I shrugged my shoulders and replied, 'I feel weak.'
Becky, the most cheerful and lousiest amongst us replied, 'Hmmmmmm, Effico! It is exam tension. It's a good thing that you are going home already, at least, you will have enough time to rest. 'Indeed', I answered absent-mindedly and continued with my packing.
They both assisted me in getting my luggage ready. It had always been our custom to move to the motor garage together whenever we were traveling for the semester break. Though our destinations are different, we board our buses at the same park. Rapid tears dripped out of my eyes and I quickly wiped them before my friends could notice it. I looked at Wuraola and our eyes met, she smiled. 'Don't tell me you will miss us', she hugged me and wiped my tears with her handkerchief.
'Thank you, I will try not to', I replied. She thought I shed those tears because I would miss them.
Poor girl... But wait! I am the object of pity here. Sincerely, I am the poor girl! I wish I was either Becky or Wuraola at this moment, I would have been the happiest to go home right now, I thought. Maybe it was my Mum or Dad, I wouldn't know but whoever gave me the name 'Beauty' probably made the greatest mistake of his or her life.
Indeed, I am beautiful but I have the feeling that if I was given another name, that might be a minus to my beauty and good looks, so I might not have gone through so much trouble in these few years of my existence.
Well, can I say what it will be, whether I was named Beauty or not? Should I blame my mother for a little bit of negligence or should I say my fate is my fate, nothing could have changed it. But how could fate be this cruel to me?
It is a dizzy world indeed... I feel so bitter right now and in this agony of my heart, I write my story...
I am a 300-level Accountancy student at the University. I have always excelled in my academics and I earned the nickname 'Effico' which my colleagues call me. I am a combination of beauty and brain...
My parents loved the Lord and they tried their best to make sure that we were led in the path of godliness.
I enjoyed my family so much because Dad and Mum love and respect each other. Everything was going fine until Daddy died in a motor accident when I was in SS3, my final year in Secondary School.
Life became nearly unbearable for us because Mum never worked. She was a full-time housewife until Daddy died.
It was worse to the extent that she couldn't afford to give us three meals per day. My elder brother dropped out of the University because Mummy couldn't pay his school fees. My younger sister and I were withdrawn from the private school that we both attended and were admitted to a public school. There was no help in sight.
Though my Mum loved her children so much because she could no longer shoulder all our responsibilities, she had to ask me to stay with her younger sister who lived in Jos after I finished writing my Senior School Certificate Examination. At first, I refused, but after much persuasion, I reluctantly agreed.
My Aunt came from Jos and I got my luggage ready to go with her. The day I parted with my Mum, I wept my eyes sore.
Seeing my Mum and younger sister wave at me at the park was too much for me to bear.
My Aunt held me close to her as we both climbed the luxurious bus heading for Jos. 'Why will such a beautiful young girl cry so much?' Asked the man seated close to us. My Aunt told him my plight. He only shook his head and said to me, 'All will be Well, Okay? I nodded faintly. 'Will all be well?' I thought to myself.
Since Daddy died, all had never been well. My Daddy was the most handsome and kind-hearted man I had ever known. A few drops of tears escaped from my eyes as I remembered my Dad... 'May all be well', I whispered to myself and slept off.
A child born, Belief not so real, Bemused ignorance, Education It educates and curbs, My name is Obiefuna, Welcome to my world, An outcast, The surrealism, My ink pens the sojourn I despise the world I was born into, Destiny Yes, destiny, It got the best of me, I'm a child of hope and aspirations, I am Obi'nnayaefuna.
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