6TH MARCH TALES OF DESUA
I was a good girl, I never skipped a Sunday in church, I was a virgin too,i was innocent!
Did grandma have to come?
Did she have to use her drugs unfailingly that night? No I don't hate her, it was coincidence I guess
I was brave, brave it was my environment and I was free from harm
it was 3 days to my 16th birthday, a party was planned.Alas Mommy's little girl was finally sixteen ,my heart lept for joy unknowingly it was going to be my last true joy
They were 3,3 against my tiny self. I fought, I must confess I fought really hard
They overpowered me, they took my Pride, psalm 91 forsaked me
I saw myself as dirty, coming from a strict family I couldn't speak, nobody was going to listen.. I needed help, I needed love, I needed God to take my life
My dreams were tormented, my thoughts dark
Suicidal thoughts came in, the urge only stronger than ever but all attempts failed
God sent him!Ayodeji came through few months later and like a flood he wiped my pain. He thought me to be only but a stronger person and woman
He spoke life to me, my infinity I'd never forget
A PAIN NEVER TO BE FORGOTTEN
TO BE TOLD ONLY WHEN I AM EIGHTEEN
#14th March 2018#