My siblings and I were born and raised in Lagos, Ajegunle, precisely. My parents were workers, so we were mostly home alone after school. We lived in a big compound with different people from different tribes. My dad did not let us mingle much, so we were almost reserved. But this did not stop me, in particular, from associating with friends of my age. I was about 6 or 7 years old when a fellow playmate, a boy, introduced me to sexual acts, and we kept at it. I was also involved in this act with another girl, all in the name of children’s play.
This planted seeds of immorality in me, including masturbation around the same period, I believe. Later, I went to stay with a couple (a family friend) at PortHarcout. There, I experienced some molestation from the husband despite my pleadings and struggles, but thankfully, he didn’t have his way with me completely. This continued for a while, and I did not know what to do or who to tell, as I was young and timid. I feared breaking up a home, so I left the house calmly to my parents’ place.
On getting to Akwa Ibom state, I got admitted into the Department of Computer Science, University of Uyo. While in school, I got into a sexual relationship with a man who, at some point, made known to my parents his intentions to marry me. I was in that “marriage-like” relationship for 4 years, and was learning to be a “wife”. Then it ended because the man suddenly realised that we were incompatible. I was hurt and so broken at the end of this first relationship that I resorted to getting into other relationships as a means of healing. I tried to avoid sexual friendships going forward, being a ‘church girl,’ but I would find myself falling into them and getting hurt repeatedly.
I also began to keep ungodly company, dress indecently, attend parties, play evil games, drink alcoholic drinks (and got intoxicated at least once), etc. At this time, I had started getting signs in the form of losses, to be exact, to draw close to God, but I didn’t see them as signs. In the first instance, the compound I lived in was robbed, I was hit with an axe on the head, and my phone was taken. After about two months, I got another phone, and I wanted to share the good news with my mother as I would often do. But my brother was the one who answered the call, and I received the shocking news of the year my mum was dead.
To be continued…
Miraculous Monday: 25th August 2025
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