ABUSED…
Episode 2
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It’s been three months after WAEC, I was happy when my classmates were sharing their results to me, I was happy for them at least, I wished I was in their shoes. I have been asked severally why I didn’t partake in the exams, considering my academic performance as one of the best in class, I lied to cover up the truth😩.
How can I tell them I am an evil child??, an agent of doom and a misfit and that my mother was unwilling to further my studies to university because I am the unfortunate child that wrecked her life? I have wept for days at the misery that befell me. I am truly a doom, no one loves me🥺💔.
I have accepted my fate, I can’t change it. This is what my creator has stalled for me before I came. But I read He has good plans for me somewhere in Jeremiah or maybe that doesn’t include me. I have lost interest in going to church, I feel I don’t belong there. I see people with families, smiling, dancing and laughing with each other but I had no one to turn to…
Grandma who raised me up always said that God knows all, but I doubt He is aware of my plight. He says He is love but all I ever feel was hatred.
I grew up with Grandma,.. I stayed with her until her death. My cousins who visited us occasionally, made me feel different. I see how freely they relate with Grandma and how they are treated specially. I was the errand girl for my aunts and uncles whenever they come.
Grandma was the only one who treated be fairly than the others. She wasn’t so lovely but she was civil at least.
Upon her death, I traveled with my mother to the city. Ever since then, I have been treated like a pest. My sight irritates her, I can never do anything to please her. She loathes me to the core. We have never had a descent conversation as mother and daughter. I have suffered terrible abuse from her…..I remember when saw my monthly visitor for the first time; she told me to sort out myself and if I like I should get pregnant☹️☹️, she won’t hesitate to kill me.
I learned about my monthly visitor from Titi, she told me everything I need to know and how to take care of my self. She bought me pads and taught me how to wear them.
Titi, is the only close friend that I have. She is four years older than I, but we got along so well. Ever since she left to further her studies; I was left high and dry😔.
Since I couldn’t further my school, I had to learn a skill to equip myself at least. I am yet to tell my mother about it. I just pray she permits me to do so🥺🤲
To be continued…
