My mom passed away when I was 6 years old. She died because of my dad and my stepmom. My younger sister and I went through hell in the hands of our dad and stepmom. I attended one of the best boarding schools, yet I was treated like nothing because my dad gave people the impression that I didn’t matter.....CLICK HERE TO READ THE FULL ARTICLE>>>
I dropped out of secondary school when I was in SS1 because my stepmom told my dad to take me out of school after my younger sister ran away from home. When I met her, she told me she ran away because our dad was trying to sleep with her. After hearing this, I also felt I couldn’t stay in the house, so I moved to my grandma’s place, which turned out to be a bad idea.
From there, I got into a relationship with a boy and became pregnant. I didn’t know I was pregnant because it was all new to me. The boy abandoned me, and by the time I found out, I was already five months along. I told a friend, who was a doctor, and he said he could remove the pregnancy, but I would need to stay with him.
So, I moved in with him, but the pregnancy continued. When I asked him about the abortion, he said the time wasn’t right yet. When I was eight months pregnant, just a month from delivery, he took me to the hospital and gave me some drugs, telling me it was time for the abortion. I was in so much pain, but I pushed and pushed until I passed out.
I paid 120,000 Naira for this so-called abortion. When I woke up, I asked for my baby, but they told me the baby had died and they had thrown it away. I was devastated, but I had to move on. A while later, I went to the bathroom and saw a baby there. Immediately, I felt a connection with the child, but I had been told my baby died. I asked a nurse whose baby it was, and she told me the baby’s mother had just died.
I wasn’t comfortable with the situation, so I started getting close to one of the nurses to find out more. Eventually, she opened up to me, saying that the baby I saw was actually my baby, but they had sold the child. I was heartbroken. The nurse later told me the baby had passed away, but I didn’t believe her.
I decided to start my life afresh. My dad and stepmom found out and asked me to come back home. When I did, they wouldn’t stop insulting me about everything that happened. One day, before Christmas, I asked my dad if he would give me a Christmas gift. He responded, “Na mi dey fuck you, I beg, God won’t punish you.” What kind of father says that to his child?
My stepmom would look me in the eyes and say no man would marry me because of my past. She would tell her male friends everything about me, and they would insult me too. I had a new boyfriend who gave me money, but it wasn’t enough for my stepmom. She wanted me to follow rich boys.
My stepmom traveled for her best friend’s wedding, and when she returned, she was in serious pain. I took care of her, made her food, and suggested we go to the hospital when the pain didn’t subside. The next day, I was on kitchen duty and made sure everything was in order, but we had no soap to wash the plates. I planned to buy soap the next morning, but my stepmom saw the unwashed plates and yelled at me. She didn’t even ask what happened.
The next morning, when I went to ask for money to buy soap, my parents were still sleeping. When they woke up, they went straight to the kitchen and saw the plates. They insulted me, saying I was sleeping with people for free because I couldn’t even get money for soap. I had to call a friend for the money.
My stepfather scattered all my clothes on the ground when I was on my way to work. My stepmom cursed me, saying everything that would make me suffer was already in my body. She said she would make the house hell for me. So, I packed my things and went to my dad’s younger brother’s house. He tried to call my stepmom to resolve the issue, but she said she never wanted to see me again.
While staying at my uncle’s, my birthday was approaching. My boyfriend promised to give me money, so my friend and I went to his house to collect it. When I returned, I ran some errands, but later my uncle told me to leave after finding my clothes thrown on the floor in my room. I was heartbroken.
I moved in with my boyfriend, which turned out to be the worst decision of my life. He beats me constantly, and every time I try to leave, he calls his pastor to intervene. He never buys me anything, and he treats me this way because he knows I have nowhere to go….CLICK HERE FOR MORE ARTICLE>>>
