WHY I ALLOWED DAD TO IMPREGNATE ME “16 YEAR OLD GIRL

Bola 

A 16-year-old girl, who was allegedly impregnated by her father, has narrated how the randy man administered oath of secrecy on her before he deflowered her. She also narrated how the suspect, Sunday Olanrele, used payment of her school fees as a bait to turn her to a sex object.

She said: 'I thought he was a good father. He gave me kolanut to eat and said I would die,if I revealed the secret. So, he started kissing, and caressing me and later deflowered me. When blood started gushing out from my private part, he used pampers to cover it. I did not tell anyone because of fear.'

The victim, Bola (not real name) disclosed how her mother told her to go and bring her school fees from her estranged husband, before he took advantage of it to have canal knowledge of her. 'When I went there, my daddy started doing it again. He kept promising to give me the school fees. I ended up staying with him for many months and he was making love to me severally.'

The last straw that broke the camel's back was when she spent seven days with her father five months ago.

'He slept with me all through and when I got home, I wanted to tell my mother but I was scared. So, I kept quiet,' she broke down in tears. The embattled girl also disclosed how her parents were estranged while her mother re-married, attributing it to her present ordeal.

According to her, their mother did not visit them for five years, while she (victim) was denied the opportunity of visiting her.

It was when she wanted to commit suicide by drinking battery fluid that one of her aunties took her and her younger brother to Ikorodu, Lagos State. It was also from Ikorodu that she went to her father's house. 'While I was in my father's house, he brought out a calabash and kolanut and told me to swear an oath that I would not divulge what he was about to do with me.'

She explained that when her monthly menstrual circle ceased, she did not bother to disclose it to anybody. But her mother was said to have got information about the pregnancy and took her to a pastor, where she spilled the beans. The pastor was said to have given her assurance that she would not die, if she disclosed what transpired between her and her father.'I told him that my father was responsible for the pregnancy,' she said.

The victim's mother (names withheld) told Daily Sun she suspected a foulplay immediately her daughter came back from her father's house. 'I started perceiving offensive odour and asked her if she visited someone else, apart from her father and she said no. I called the father on phone and inquired the time she left his house and he told me. I reasoned that if she had gone to another person's house, she wouldn't have got home the time she did. From there, I knew something was wrong,' she said, fuming.

The woman disclosed that she later brought a magazine and showed her a story of where a father impregnated his daughter.

'She was devastated after reading the story. That was when I knew that the father had done something abominable.'

Few weeks later, the girl started showing pregnancy symptoms. 'I took her to the hospital for pregnancy test and it indicated that she was four months pregnant. I requested to know who was responsible and she refused to tell me,' she said.

That was when she took her to the pastor where she opened up. The angry mother said she was now faced with the shame associated with the stigma on the family. 'I'm confused, I am ashamed of the stigma. The pregnancy is over five months now. So, abortion is out of it. I'm in a dilemma now. I can't procure abortion of five months old foetus,' she lamented.

The suspect, who admitted committing the crime, said he didn't know what came over him that made him to deflower his daughter.

'I think, it is the devil's plan to destroy me. I know it is an abominable act. I'm sorry, I regret my action. Nigeria police and my estranged wife should forgive me,' he said.

Source "The Nigerian Voice

TATTOOS AND LOVE

Dr. Sarah's pain

Dr Sarah is a single mother of 43. A medical doctor, Sarah lives with her only son in Jos, Plateau State. On Sarah's right arm is a tattoo that reads: 'Love u, ma passport.' Now that is the name of her late husband.

'I was crazily in love with my husband,' she began her story. 'He was also a medical doctor. We were not rich, but we were damn comfortable. Harry pampered me so much. He would drive 30 minutes to my office, just to come and give me a kiss because he would be at work when I return home. He would buy the best fast food, plus ice cream or cake and drive down to give them to me because he wanted me to enjoy a good lunch at work. Oh, he was a dream, a dream husband.

'I couldn't appreciate him enough. I adored him. I idolised him. It was because of this ecstatic love, really mad love, that I tattooed on my arm, 'I love you my passport.' It was the craziest thing anyone could do, but I had done it before I gave it a second thought. My sister, that second thought I didn't give it proved a costly mistake.'

Sarah and Harry couldn't have a child for five years and gradually her darling hubby changed. Medical reports showed that Harry had problems and may never father a child. But Sarah loves him so much she was ready for them to adopt kids.

But Harry's attitude was different. He turned to heavy drinking and became more and more aggressive. 'Life is meaningless, God has been unfair to me,' he would say. Before long, he began to beat Sarah and this battering became a daily ritual, as Harry became almost alcoholic.

'My sister, to save my life, I had to move out of the house. But I kept an eye on him because I loved him and I knew he was a victim of wrong reaction to his situation. But one day, while I was preparing for work, behold a man stormed into my lounge. It was Harry. Before I could say Ha… he pounced on me screaming and raining blows on me, asking why I abandoned him.

I cried more out of pain because of what my once dear loving husband was going through. He was smelling and looked tattered.

I was gasping for breath, when he stormed out of the house. And just as I got up again to go and clean up my body, he stormed in again. This time, he stopped at the door; he looked different, almost sober, except his eyes still looked tipsy. Then he said: 'I just want to say I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but you have to stop being stupid, beautiful women are not supposed to be stupid. Are you not a teacher?' Then he left. I didn't know he came in his car. About 15 minutes later, I got a call. Harry had been involved in an accident. He died instantly.'

Harry passed on, mourned by his dear wife, Sarah. But Sarah's tattoo lives on. She did everything too to remove it but in vain.

Harry had died while she was 31. Three years later, she started a new relationship. 'It was a good relationship. The guy was prepared to marry me despite the fact that I had been married before for five years. But the day he saw the tattoo on my arm changed everything. 'Oh, you have this guy's name on your arm,' he asked with surprise on his face. After that, everything changed. He became uncomfortable and finally told me he may never be able to live with the tattoo.

'I met another man. Another good man, yes. This time I told him my full story and showed him the tattoo. He was understanding. He even appreciated how much I loved my husband. But he wished it was his name that I had on my hand. He was a 41-year-old widower and very rich, he was ready to take care of me and everything but because of this tattoo, he suggested we should leave marriage out of our plans.'

After the second experience Dr. Sarah Passport decided she would never marry again and would never drop the name Passport.

'I have a son today and I'm just okay with him. But I must add that this tattoo business is not worth it. You must be careful what you put on your skin. If you must, make sure it is not permanent, whether it's a name or a sign. That little thing can change the whole story of your life.'

Well, thank God I don't have any tattoo on my body and I don't have plans for one. Do you have one? Well, not all tattoos are bad, but if you desire one, please let it not be permanent. You know, change is the only permanent thing in life. The way we feel today may be totally different tomorrow. What you love so much today could seem so horrible or laughable tomorrow. Your attitude towards tattoos may just change in a fleeting second due to one experience. Even age could change your attitude towards tattoos. So, we need to be moderate in everything we do.

SHOCKING CONFESSIONS OF A SEX SLAVE IN SCOAN

The experience of Ifekoya Adejoke is as harrowing as it is heart-breaking. Lured by a false promise of ‘greener pastures’ abroad, the young Nigerian ended up a merciless victim of human trafficking, chained to a bed in a dingy, dirty Libyan room and forced to sexually satisfy up to 30 men in a single night...

Adejoke, a Lagos indigene, explained that an impoverished background led her to survive by hawking water as a young girl before she becoming an apprentice hair stylist.
“When I lost my dad, his family claimed my mum was responsible for his death,” the 21 year old tearfully said, sharing her experiences at a popular church in Lagos. “They left us with her and ever since then, she has been the one catering for us.”
Aged 19, a middle-aged lady walked into the shop where she was styling and approached her with an unusual proposal. “She came to me and said there was a country she was staying in and if she took me to that country, I would make money and would be able to cater for my family.”
“My happiness knew no bounds,” she recalled, her judgement veiled by the blind promise of greener pastures. “I said, ‘Finally, an angel has come’. Unknown to me, she was a devil in human’s clothing.”
Just one week later, without even informing her mum or siblings, Ifekoya was in a vehicle with the mysterious lady en route to Libya. “She said when we got there, we would board a flight to Spain where I would start work as a stylist”.
The long journey by road through the infamous Sahara Desert was nothing short of hellish. “We were seeing dead bodies strewn on the ground,” she reminisced, shuddering at the grisly recollection.
“Even the vehicle that was following us directly passed on top of a buried bomb; the vehicle just exploded and everybody there died.” Ifekoya witnessed scenes far too horrific to repeat as masked men attacked a vehicle close to hers, beating the occupants to a stupor and raping the women inside.
Finally making it to Libya’s capital city of Tripoli, Adejoke was taken by the woman to a duplex. The first glimpse of her new home was a shock to behold. “I met five Nigerian girls there who were half-naked,” she stated. Smiling wryly at her bewildered confusion, the woman said she would ‘explain everything tomorrow’.
“The following morning, when I woke up, she brought some underwear for me and said these were the clothes I must use to work,” the young Nigerian narrated to the sober crowd.
As realisation dawned to what she had unknowingly entangled herself in, Ifekoya bluntly refused. “That afternoon, people said they wanted to meet me because I was new but I protested,” she continued.
“So, the woman went outside and brought a cane. They really beat me up until I was very weak. She then took me to one of the rooms and tied me down there. She tied my hands to the back of my head and tied my legs separately so that they were open. That very day, 30 men used me in the room where I was chained.”
Shackled as a sex slave alone in the dark, dirty room save for the ravenous men who forced themselves on her, Ifekoya’s willpower slowly began wilting.
“After two weeks, the other girls came to me and said that if I didn’t accept to do this, she would tie me down for two years. When I knew the whole thing was like that, I just accepted.”
Informed that she would have to repay a total of $9,000 to the devilish lady to ‘cover the costs’ of her travel to Libya, the young Nigerian prostituted for almost one year before finally ‘earning’ enough to ‘buy’ her freedom.






However, as hope finally beckoned that she could leave such hellish lifestyle, fate struck another venomous blow. “Immediately I planned to leave the place, I started falling sick – seriously sick.”

Nearly one year of sleeping with multiple men on a nightly basis had taken its toll on her young body. “To my greatest surprise, my womb fell. I had to be taken to the hospital where they operated on me to remove it.”

Feeble and practically penniless, Ifekoya now faced the ominous challenge of making enough money for the journey back to Nigeria. Her options were limited. “At the end of the day, I had no choice. I still had to resort to the same thing to come back to Nigeria,” she admitted.

Eventually ending up in another brothel, she began saving up for the return leg of her nightmare journey. After encountering a fellow Nigerian prostitute who had a similar story as a victim of deception and exploitation, the duo struck a strong friendship and resolved to make the journey together.

At this point, they made what turned out to be a life-changing discovery. “It was when we were in one of our friend’s houses that we were introduced to Emmanuel TV,” she explained. “We started watching and praying along with it.”

Almost 2 years after her intrepid trip across the Sahara Desert, Ifekoya and her friend embarked on the journey back to Nigeria. Inspired by the clips they had seen on Emmanuel TV, the television station of controversial Nigerian pastor T.B. Joshua, they decided to make The Synagogue, Church Of All Nations (SCOAN) their first port of call.

After receiving prayer for ‘deliverance’ from the ‘spirit of prostitution’ and hearing of their sordid stories, Joshua decided to give the ex-prostitutes N200,000 ($1,200) each to restart their lives.

“God has kept me alive to pass this message across to the youth,” the young Nigerian emotionally concluded, admonishing her age-mates not to fall prey to the same tactics used to lure her into slavery.