THE MECHANIC'S WORKSHOP.
Episode 23:
That shame was just too much for me to bear, I kept crying profusely, they were calling me names, cos I was little bit popular in my area. Some of the women begged San Jay to give me my clothes to wear, he didn’t listen ooo. Until he walked me and Iyke to my parent’s house, the whole street gathered and there was light. My parent quickly came out, they were surprised to see me Unclad and also the crowd. Sanjay started saying things he knows and this he didn’t know, most the things he said were heartbreaking lies, over exaggeration just to ridicule me, my mother descended on me and began to beat me, some of the women quickly came to rescue. Sanjay went on and on, saying rubbish, my father shunned him, collected my clothes from him and walked him out of our compound. My father began to ask Iyke questions, like his name, age, where he lives and all that. So father told him to leave and warned him to stay away from me. My father just threw my clothes on the floor and walked inside, some fools in my street began to mock me that night, its not their fault, shebi Na Iyke cause am. Honestly I’m to be blamed, my mother pushed me inside the house, locked the door, some amebors were still in our compound trying to know what will happen next, my father got pissed, he came outside and walked the foolish people out of our compound politely and locked the gate. My father beat the living hell out of me, my father dealt with me to the extent that my mother couldn’t endure it anymore, she began to beg my father to stop beating me.
I became the latest news in our street, laughing stock, people talking about, daughter of a pastor, a rccg pastor for that matter. Anytime I walk on the street, people will stare, some will point fingers at me, the shame was just too much, even tho some were friendly enough to advise me. Honestly, I actually thought that was the end of my failure not until after 8 weeks that discovered that I was pregnant, I remembered Iyke didn’t use a condom. I tried calling Iyke to inform him about the pregnancy, he hanged the call on me and warned me never to call him again. To cut the story short, my parent found out about the pregnancy, I confessed it was Iyke who impregnated me, they tried calling Iyke but he denied it, he insulted my parent, my family. We tried calling him again but he didn’t pick his calls anymore ton the extent that he switched off his line. I went to Facebook to reach out to him, I got to Facebook but he already blocked me. My parent asked me where he stays, too bad I don’t know the particular place he stays, they asked me where I met him, I shamefully told them I met him through Facebook. I was a total disgrace to my family, I was impregnated by someone I met on Facebook, someone I met for the first time, someone I don’t know his source, someone I know nothing about. This is a huge shame for me and my family, how do I survive this?
THE MECHANIC'S WORKSHOP.
Episode 24:
I became fat, my belly was so grown, there was a time I tried committing suicide. All because my grandmother got angry with me, she said some heartbreaking words to me, she really abused me that day. She did all these out of anger, she really ridiculed, insult upon insult. Why she got angry was because I was unable to some house chores and couldn’t follow her to the farm, so she met me, a 7 months old pregnant girl sleeping, I was so weak and tired that day. I don’t know what came over her that day, she just flared up and began to say hurtful words to me, I was just crying bitterly, I could feel sorrow in my life. I was so disappointed at my grandmother cos i took her as my comforter and confidant, I felt bad, does that mean my grandmother now despise me too? I tried committing suicide by hanging myself in the room, I believed I had nothing left in this world, everybody has turned their back on me. My family has totally abandoned me. Thank God my grandmother quickly can to my rescue, she saw me doing this evil act. She was scared, she began to beg me, promising she was never going to abuse me again. She informed my parent about it, instead of them to have pity on me, they rained insult on me, calling me devil’s child, calling me a blacksheep.
Few months later, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, I never visited any health center for antenatal or whatsoever. I gave birth to my son in the room, not in the hospital, it was some old women that helped me during labour. When I saw my son, I was so happy, tears of joy, I couldn’t believe that this little thing came out of my body. All my sorrow turned to joy, I carried my baby in my arms, I was just full of smiles. There was no naming ceremony, but a reverend in my grandmother’s church helped with the child’s dedication, my son was named Emmanuel. Throughout this period, my parent hardly call me, they hardly send me money, they abandoned me, they didn’t even bother to check on me or their grandchild, maybe because he’s a bastard. They stopped visiting home for Christmas. I felt rejected, a rejected stone, is it because my parent are pastors is that why I was neglected? I became focused, determined to survive without my parent, my grandmother stood by my side, she really helped me, she advised me to go back to school, o continue my education, she promised to give me money, support me. I declined cos I don’t want to disturb her, how much was she earning from the petty things she was selling? But my grandmother insisted I must go back to school…
To be continued..
Episode 23:
That shame was just too much for me to bear, I kept crying profusely, they were calling me names, cos I was little bit popular in my area. Some of the women begged San Jay to give me my clothes to wear, he didn’t listen ooo. Until he walked me and Iyke to my parent’s house, the whole street gathered and there was light. My parent quickly came out, they were surprised to see me Unclad and also the crowd. Sanjay started saying things he knows and this he didn’t know, most the things he said were heartbreaking lies, over exaggeration just to ridicule me, my mother descended on me and began to beat me, some of the women quickly came to rescue. Sanjay went on and on, saying rubbish, my father shunned him, collected my clothes from him and walked him out of our compound. My father began to ask Iyke questions, like his name, age, where he lives and all that. So father told him to leave and warned him to stay away from me. My father just threw my clothes on the floor and walked inside, some fools in my street began to mock me that night, its not their fault, shebi Na Iyke cause am. Honestly I’m to be blamed, my mother pushed me inside the house, locked the door, some amebors were still in our compound trying to know what will happen next, my father got pissed, he came outside and walked the foolish people out of our compound politely and locked the gate. My father beat the living hell out of me, my father dealt with me to the extent that my mother couldn’t endure it anymore, she began to beg my father to stop beating me.
I became the latest news in our street, laughing stock, people talking about, daughter of a pastor, a rccg pastor for that matter. Anytime I walk on the street, people will stare, some will point fingers at me, the shame was just too much, even tho some were friendly enough to advise me. Honestly, I actually thought that was the end of my failure not until after 8 weeks that discovered that I was pregnant, I remembered Iyke didn’t use a condom. I tried calling Iyke to inform him about the pregnancy, he hanged the call on me and warned me never to call him again. To cut the story short, my parent found out about the pregnancy, I confessed it was Iyke who impregnated me, they tried calling Iyke but he denied it, he insulted my parent, my family. We tried calling him again but he didn’t pick his calls anymore ton the extent that he switched off his line. I went to Facebook to reach out to him, I got to Facebook but he already blocked me. My parent asked me where he stays, too bad I don’t know the particular place he stays, they asked me where I met him, I shamefully told them I met him through Facebook. I was a total disgrace to my family, I was impregnated by someone I met on Facebook, someone I met for the first time, someone I don’t know his source, someone I know nothing about. This is a huge shame for me and my family, how do I survive this?
THE MECHANIC'S WORKSHOP.
Episode 24:
I became fat, my belly was so grown, there was a time I tried committing suicide. All because my grandmother got angry with me, she said some heartbreaking words to me, she really abused me that day. She did all these out of anger, she really ridiculed, insult upon insult. Why she got angry was because I was unable to some house chores and couldn’t follow her to the farm, so she met me, a 7 months old pregnant girl sleeping, I was so weak and tired that day. I don’t know what came over her that day, she just flared up and began to say hurtful words to me, I was just crying bitterly, I could feel sorrow in my life. I was so disappointed at my grandmother cos i took her as my comforter and confidant, I felt bad, does that mean my grandmother now despise me too? I tried committing suicide by hanging myself in the room, I believed I had nothing left in this world, everybody has turned their back on me. My family has totally abandoned me. Thank God my grandmother quickly can to my rescue, she saw me doing this evil act. She was scared, she began to beg me, promising she was never going to abuse me again. She informed my parent about it, instead of them to have pity on me, they rained insult on me, calling me devil’s child, calling me a blacksheep.
Few months later, I gave birth to a healthy baby boy, I never visited any health center for antenatal or whatsoever. I gave birth to my son in the room, not in the hospital, it was some old women that helped me during labour. When I saw my son, I was so happy, tears of joy, I couldn’t believe that this little thing came out of my body. All my sorrow turned to joy, I carried my baby in my arms, I was just full of smiles. There was no naming ceremony, but a reverend in my grandmother’s church helped with the child’s dedication, my son was named Emmanuel. Throughout this period, my parent hardly call me, they hardly send me money, they abandoned me, they didn’t even bother to check on me or their grandchild, maybe because he’s a bastard. They stopped visiting home for Christmas. I felt rejected, a rejected stone, is it because my parent are pastors is that why I was neglected? I became focused, determined to survive without my parent, my grandmother stood by my side, she really helped me, she advised me to go back to school, o continue my education, she promised to give me money, support me. I declined cos I don’t want to disturb her, how much was she earning from the petty things she was selling? But my grandmother insisted I must go back to school…
To be continued..
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