My Past

Growing up

Growing up was lots for me unlike most people that enjoyed their childhood, I was sure I did. I grew up in an average family as the second girl but the fifth in a family of seven, my dad than was struggling to make sure we feed well and the boys where with the other members of the family and we girls stayed with our parents until my dad had an accident and his shop got burnt, so now my mum is the one taking care of him cuz his legs got affected during the fire incident so while he was healing mum started her own business in front of our house selling provision and other things now feeding was getting hard so one person has to go live with my dad's sister staying in lagos, nigeria and I was picked. 

My name is Chinwendu Grace I was about 6yrs old when I was told that I will be living with my aunty that stays in lagos, you can't imagine how happy I was I thought it will be fun and I will get to stay there too so I was excited as a kid who has never travelled out, I was very eager to go.

Getting to lagos my aunty just got married and she was pregnant with her first kid so I had to do almost everything and it was very different from home because at home I know my duties but here I had to do both the work of a kid and that of an adult and it wasn't funny cuz the husband was harsh. My aunty gave bath to a baby girl and we had to relocate to another part of lagos cuz we where living at ajakule than and anyone who knows lagos, knows that the area was bad for a kid to stay so we had to move to alakija which was more better than the previous place. Now that the baby is here my work doubled up and I didn't much take it personal because I fall in love with the baby and I loved carrying her.

Now to the main story after my aunty got a promotion at work we had to relocate to the place the company gave her in an estate and that is where it all began, my aunty has given bath to her baby son and we had to relocate to the estate and she had to register me in the school her kids go to so I can be able to look after them, things where going well because I no understand the rules guiding the house and that of my aunt's husband so we where fine, until my aunt's younger sister came to visit us. 

She came to visit her sister in other to introduce her fiance to her and to tell her about their upcoming preparation for wedding, everybody was happy for her even i as a kid than was happy because I was told I will be among her flower girls and I was imagining how many cakes and nice food I will get to eat without anyone shouting at me for eating much or forcing me to eat what I don't actually eat at home.

Now the day for her to introduce her finance to my aunty came and the uncle came I happen to be the one that opened the door for him that day and naturally he picked me up and carried me to the parlour where everyone where and by now am about 8yrs but a little bit small for my age, everyone was busy talking and welcoming him no one thought it was weird that he still had me on his lap even as I was struggling to get off because I know that my aunty will happen to beat me after for staying in the parlour while the adults where talking he held me on. After a minute I saw that no one was shouting at me or even bothered I had to relax and that was when I felt something cold being pushed into my undies I felt funny and this time I wanted to get down no matter what but my aunty had to look at me to stay one place so I had no choice than to be silent and while the talked I felt him rubbing something behind my ass inside my panties, I was so uncomfortable but I had to be still so as not to be hit for being disrespectful and before I knew it the torture was over and he was ready to go, immediately he left I went to the rest room only to see something like milk on my panties I had to remove my undies and wash it because it felt sticky and like I said early my aunt's sister ended up beating me for staying with them in the parlour while the discussed so I had to keep quiet about the incident that happened because I know no one will believe me, not even my aunty 

Some days later before my aunt's sister will be traveling home to tell others about the engagement and the wedding to follow, the uncle visited again and this time my aunt's sister was the one who welcomed him and I and my aunt's children were sleeping in the parlour because we where seeing a movie before we slept off so when he came in I didn't notice and no one woke us, my aunt's sister according to her left to bring something for him as a guest only to come back and see that he has me on him and that I was fast asleep, she felt it was weird and took my aunt's children inside the room than came back for me only for the uncle to refuse giving me to her while trying to yank me off him I woke up and seeing who held me gave me a shock and I yelled out cuz I was scared my shout shocked him to freeze for a moment while he was trying to adjust himself and that was when my aunt's sister got me off him and you can imagine the shock on her face when she saw what he was trying to hid.

She ended up calling the security personnels in the building to come help throw the uncle out and the gave him the beating of his life while my aunt's sister dealt with me even when she knew that I did nothing, even when she was was the person that saved me that day she still dealt with me, no one comforted me the all judged me, my aunty came back and gave me her own douse of the beating, her husband served his no one tried to hold me and tell me is okay, no one did that all the did was to make me know how it was my fault that my aunt's sister had to cancel her own wedding and how i manipulated the uncle into doing what he did and sent me off for prayers. 

I was abused but I was turned into the culprit instead of the victim, it started affecting my studies no one to turn to, for God's sake I was just 8yrs and I felt so alone I had to go on hungry strike and no body noticed it until a neighbor had to complain to my aunty that cats do come to her window at night and she had to investigate why and she found out that I do pour out food through my window, my aunty had to force me to eat my food in front of her because she was scared of what my dad will do if anything happened to me and that led to me collapsing cuz I haven't eaten for weeks now just a little food entering my system turned into poison and I was rushed to my aunt's hospital where she works.

The doctor in charge was very disappointed at my aunty for not observing my condition that he wrote a letter against her giving her a suspension and I had to suffer it, than came one day when I couldn't take the beating anymore I told her I want to go home or she will come back home and find me missing well she agreed to send me home but promised me that I will end up hawking at home cuz of money, than I didn't care if I had to hawk as long as I was with my parents .

On the day I was going home I was so happy, overjoyed and wanting to see everyone thinking that it was the end of my worry's little did I know that it was the beginning of hell, criticism and judgement from my own family, my own blood, my own mother!!!.