If hell is real, then that's my wish. To live a life full of pain and anguish is worse than hell. My Name is Angel and this is my story.
It all started on a fateful Saturday. The wind blew so strongly through my bedroom window as if to make a point. I turned over on my little mattress determined that no one,not even the wind will disturb my blissful sleep. This hope was soon to be cut short as my mother's voice resounded like thunder through the corridor of our 2 bedroom flat.
"Angel!, Angel!!, Angel!!!, can't you hear your name?"\
She was always the strict type. Never taking the proper upbringing of her children for granted.
"Look at the time you are waking up from sleep. A good number of your age mates are already on the road making money for their parents."
Though her statements were sometimes strong ,i knew deep within me that she did all she did because she wanted the best for us. I never for once rose my voice against her.
"I am going out to get foodstuffs for the family. Ensure the house is very tidy when I return."
It was the custom for my mum to go shopping every weekend for provisions that will keep the family till the following week. My Father died when I was just 5 years old so my uncle stayed with my Mum and my junior brother as tradition demands.
As soon as my Mum finished talking I got to work. I had been cleaning the living room for about 10 minutes when I suddenly sensed a presence behind me. I paused for a moment and looked back. Standing at the entrance to the living room was my Uncle staring at me in a very obscure manner. After few minutes he sat down.
"Angel, come sit on my Laps" He said
Being a smart but naive 9 year old I was only too glad.
"You know you are a very good girl. I want you to do something for me" He began
I looked up
"Give me your hands"
Holding my hands he began to caress his thighs. He kissed me on my cheek and was about lifting up my skirt when he heard the main door shut very loudly. That could only be my Mum. The speed at which my Uncle jumped left me astonished.
My mum apparently forgot her handbag containing the list of foodstuffs hence her quick return.
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The Following Monday during basic science class,Jss 1b, I noticed that my teacher's stomach was bulging. Some of the students were gossiping that she was pregnant. About 20 minutes into the class I asked a question. Being the brightest student in my class everyone paid attention.
"How do people get pregnant?" I asked
Lightening flashed across my teacher's face
"What made you ask such a question?" She asked
"I am just curious ma" was my reply
"Listen attentively..." Mrs Sandra began the statement that destroyed my future
"...Whenever a boy touches you,you will get pregnant immediately!"
As expected the class was thrown into a frenzy. It was a very sorry sight to behold. Boys running from girls,girls running from boys. No one wanted to be pregnant. Apparently they all took my teacher's words as the gospel truth. I went back home that day not satisfied with the answer I got but since there was no one to provide a better answer I had to make do with what I got. I began to avoid my Uncle like a plague.
My Uncle tried again. This was about 3 months after his first attempt. He had touched me a number of times and being curious I began to wonder why I was not pregnant yet. My stomach was still as flat as normal. I concluded that my class teacher had been lying to me and so when my Uncle called me to His room one weekend and began to touch my private parts I did not refuse. Had I known! O Had I known!.
This began a series of sexual exploits by my Uncle. Every weekend was an opportunity and he made the most use of it. By the time I was taught how girls got pregnant it was too late. I had already become a sex addict. I never had access to the right informations on time.
I write this story from the Hospital ward at "DR EMEKA SPECIALIST CENTRE". I am currently a first class student of the prestigious "EXCELLENCE UNIVERSITY"I can't hold back the tears that stream down my face. I had just recently been diagnosed of HIV. As if that is not enough I am carrying a baby. A young man passes by and drops a pamphlet in my laps. As I read the contents my tears pour out in torrents.
"Do you know you have sexual Rights?, Do you know that you have a right to your body?, Do you know that even if you have to have sex there are contraceptives that can be used to avoid infections and unwanted pregnancies?..."
I can't change my fate. I have made the mistake already. But I plead with whoever is reading this article to know their rights. I plead with parents to please give their children the proper knowledge before it's too late. I plead with you to not destroy your future out of ignorance and pleasure.
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