MOLESTATION
Written by Ada Psalmist
Ada is a young great writer who loves writing stories based on her childhood experiences.
"Sorrow comes in all shades, likewise happiness. My sorrow came as a woman, we call her "aunty Chichi". When I was 10, aunty Chichi raped me for the very first time, you see, I always get to see rape stories of women, I hardly see one of the men , but, this is mine, this is the story of all shades of my sorrow.
I turned ten, twelve years back, twelve years and the effect of my rape hasn't worn off. I remember that day like it was last night. Papa and mama went to church, I stayed in aunty Chichi's house. At night, she began to touch me, I was old enough to know 'bad', I pulled back, she stood up, pulled me close, she began to pull off my clothes, I struggled and she hit me, it was like in a fierce battle.
"Shut up, you little rat, I'm trying to teach you about life and love", she whispered in anger when I cried, she didn't want to awaken the neighborhood.
She for my clothes off and forced my dangling 'baby machine' inside her, oh how it hurt!
"Aunty is paining me," I said in tears.
"Look at you, your prick cannot even stand yet, are you sure you are a man? After showing you my big breast and fine bottom, nawa" she hissed at me, while she moved back and forth atop me, with every move, I felt a sharp pain, even now, the pain looks so real.
I never told anyone, I just lived with the trauma of that experience. Today, I can't count how many times aunty Chichi has forced me to lay with her, she kept at it until I was twenty, maybe this is why she never got married. When I turned twenty, Aunty Chichi died, the world says it's Psalmist
I assure you it isn't, pain can drive a man to do evil, even to kill. She got a little taste of my shades of pain and sorrow!
Ada is a young great writer who loves writing stories based on her childhood experiences.
"Sorrow comes in all shades, likewise happiness. My sorrow came as a woman, we call her "aunty Chichi". When I was 10, aunty Chichi raped me for the very first time, you see, I always get to see rape stories of women, I hardly see one of the men , but, this is mine, this is the story of all shades of my sorrow.
I turned ten, twelve years back, twelve years and the effect of my rape hasn't worn off. I remember that day like it was last night. Papa and mama went to church, I stayed in aunty Chichi's house. At night, she began to touch me, I was old enough to know 'bad', I pulled back, she stood up, pulled me close, she began to pull off my clothes, I struggled and she hit me, it was like in a fierce battle.
"Shut up, you little rat, I'm trying to teach you about life and love", she whispered in anger when I cried, she didn't want to awaken the neighborhood.
She for my clothes off and forced my dangling 'baby machine' inside her, oh how it hurt!
"Aunty is paining me," I said in tears.
"Look at you, your prick cannot even stand yet, are you sure you are a man? After showing you my big breast and fine bottom, nawa" she hissed at me, while she moved back and forth atop me, with every move, I felt a sharp pain, even now, the pain looks so real.
I never told anyone, I just lived with the trauma of that experience. Today, I can't count how many times aunty Chichi has forced me to lay with her, she kept at it until I was twenty, maybe this is why she never got married. When I turned twenty, Aunty Chichi died, the world says it's Psalmist
I assure you it isn't, pain can drive a man to do evil, even to kill. She got a little taste of my shades of pain and sorrow!
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