dirty with my words. I believed that something was really faulty in me and that I deserved every molestation that happened because I had to be an evil person, if not, how could God watch my innocence be stolen away from me like that?
I finished school. 51 Buried all my pain deep down and had a stupendous rage towards my parent. There came a time, we couldn’t be in the same room. She’s still best friends with her friend so we still had contact with her children. Bidemi tried to convince me that we had been in a relationship 52

This is my Truth . I’ve spoken with my Brother and friends about this . Please I won’t be able to take any calls for now as I’m not doing so good . I’ve also explained why I’ve written this like this . Thank you .1 I’m sitting up in bed staring at my computer screen, trying to summon the courage to tell my story but in a rare moment, my usual articulate self is struggling to say something. I’ve struggled for years with the thought of ever sharing what happened to me. 2