I finished school. 51
I never called him ‘brother’ (a cultural deference used for anyone older) and wouldn’t change no matter what anyone said. I would snarl at him in the rare moments I was alone with him. Yet I somehow kept things together 53
I went to university and started having sex and I told myself that at least I was doing it on my own terms and not being forced. 54
I didn’t understand it and didn’t have anyone to explain my feelings to, so I wrote them out in poems, 55
I came to the UK 58
I’ve been finally dealing with what happened to me, 60
In 2017,shortly after my 40th birthday and Christmas. I was at home, very unwell, going through a health crisis, with no real idea of time or day, my bell went 62
I buzzed the door open and was making my way back to bed as I usually did when they came to fix anything and I was unwell; when 63
I blacked out several times 64
I managed to tell my best friend, Bukola and her brother Abbey and his wife Petra. They were very supportive and encouraging . I decided I didn’t want be 67
My parent was with me for 6 weeks and when going through the period of oblivion became too much for me, especially when I found out that she was still friends with her best friend and attending their family events despite 69
For the past two years, 70
I don’t sleep at night, when I do sleep, I have two nightmares. Always the same. The first of my rape as a 5 year old and the second of my rape as a 40 year old. Every day.
I’m far from healed 72
A few people already know of my story and as I said earlier, I had initially planned on waiting till much later in my life. However, the silence 74