THE WICKEDNESS THAT TOUCHED MY SOUL
I am Harry. I am nineteen years old, but I grew up way faster than I was supposed to. Even as I write this, I am not sure I want to talk about this. But I’m persevering because, if by doing so without shame, if it will have less power over me and strengthen me to say NO to further unwanted sexual attention, then I must.
There was a time when I was in primary school that I asked my elder brother what sin God cannot forgive. His reply was: “When one worships another god.” Although we are grown-ups now and have discovered that God actually forgives all sins, that one answer he gave those years ago gave – still gives me – great relief. This is because, at the time when I sought that answer, I was being molested and had begun to sense that it was wrong.
Chronologically, it started with my cousin who lived with us. Her name, real name, is Ebiere. My father had brought her to Lagos because she had a hankering for coming to the city. She was also relocated to our home to assist my mother with some chores and be her companion of sorts, seeing as my father travelled about a lot due to the nature of his job, only dropping in at home during festive periods.
I was 6 or 7, in Nursery 2, when she started touching me. She was twenty-something. Whenever I got back from school and no one was home but her, she would tell me to take off my shorts and go lie on the bed. Then she’d come in after me and cover my face with a pillow, telling me to hold it till she tells me to take it off. And I would be in this position as she gets busy with my privates, fellating me, taking her joy from my tiny penis. I felt the warm wetness on my penis but I didn’t know what was happening to me because I never took off the pillow to see. I only got to know that it was her mouth around my penis when one day, I took off the pillow before she’d asked me to.
I was 6 and didn’t understand what was happening. Even then, I didn’t like it. And so, some days, at the close of school, I’d loiter around the school premises to pass out time so that when I got back home, my mother or someone else would’ve been back.
The day I confronted her with my insistence that I didn’t like what she was doing to me and that I was going to tell my mother, she slapped me so hard I felt the right side of my face go momentarily numb. Then she threatened to kill me if I told anyone anything. It was the expression on her face as she said those words to me – that ugly darkness that widened her eyes and flared her nostrils – that was what brought on my first real feeling of fear inside me. I truly believed she would kill me if I said anything. And so, as I clutched my face and felt tears well up involuntarily in my eyes, I accepted that this was something I had no power over. Her molestation became such routine that the days when, after loitering in school, I came home to find her still the only one at home, I would simply take off my short without her asking and go lie on the bed. After my defiance that one time, she kept a close watch on me and saw to it that I stopped playing with the neighbour’s children, all in her determination to see to it that I didn’t let slip our secret to anyone. This remained our routine till she got married and left our house.
I was 8 when this happened.
My second molester was a neighbour, so close to my family that he could come to our house anytime to borrow something or just to relax and watch movies. His name is Nnamdi, and he was in his early twenties, a footballer.
No one would have suspected him of any wrongdoing; he was that close to my family. He was the unofficial babysitter when no one was home to mind me and my mother needed to be elsewhere. She would often leave me in his care anytime she was leaving for the market or to some other place she couldn’t take me along with. And so, he would take me to his apartment and in a playful tone, tell me to touch his penis. His was the first erection I saw in my life. After making me touch his hard-on, he would carry me to his bed and lie on top of me, half naked. Fear sealed my lips and guilt found fertile ground in my heart. I was still undergoing the violation from Ebiere, and couldn’t understand why it had to be this way for me again. No one else, just me! It made me sad and always moody, withdrawn most of the time, although, mercifully, this didn’t affect my academic interests, something my parents were more concerned about.
Nnamdi’s violation of me had a short life span. It ended soon after it started, when the house we lived in had to be renovated. Upon the landlord’s asking, everyone moved out and he disappeared from my life.
I cannot actually place who the third molester was – whether the chemist who sold drugs on our street, or my school teacher, or my older brother’s friend who took advantage of me one evening when no one was home.
The chemist, a young man in his twenties, worked under a close friend of my mother; that was how he had access to us – to me. I’ll never forget the day he tried to force his penis into my behind. It was painful, the kind of searing pain that ripped through the muteness that had sealed my lips, causing me to cry out. Crying out was like a release; the tears came and sobs began wracking my body. I was inconsolable, no matter how many times he desperately tried to hush me. When he saw that I wouldn’t stop crying even after his petting and frantic promises, he hastily fetched a bottle of blue-inky hydrogen peroxide, usually found in a first-aid box, and applied it on an old injury on my head as a camouflage. When my sister saw me crying and asked what the matter was, he said that I’d hit my head on one of the shelves and that that was why he applied the hydrogen peroxide on my head, to help with the injury.
I was seven when this happened.
My school teacher, Deji, was someone who was regarded as family. That is how close he was – and still is – to us. My mother entrusted my siblings and I to him; he was like a second parent to us. I got to know him when I was 6 or 7, after my mother switched me from my former school to a new one to repeat Nursery 2. He was the teacher in my class. He took me and my siblings to school and brought us home, and also conducted after-school lessons for us. It was during one of the extra lessons that he called him into an empty classroom and began to stroke my face and kiss me on my lips. This was the story of my young life, and so, at this time, I had learned to zone out, become an automaton under the onslaught of this kind of violation. Most times, when he stayed overnight in our house, he would reach for me when everyone was fast asleep and try to kiss me forcefully. I never understood why he always wanted his lips to touch mine, and so I resisted. But somehow, he always succeeded in pushing his tongue into mine, all the while whispering, “Harry, open up… You’ll like it with time…” I never liked it, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, his mouth meshing over my lips under the stamp of his saliva. This irritated me. Then he would unzip his trousers and place my hand on his penis, making me stroke it for him until it got hard. Thereafter, he would lie on top of me, making me disappear under his mass, humping my legs and grunting his way to climax.
Just like my cousin, Ebiere, his attention was constant and I couldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t know why I couldn’t. Perhaps it was the fear that Ebiere had instilled in me after the one time I had the effrontery to confront her. Perhaps I had begun to see it as my lot, the cross I had to bear in my childhood. Even after Ebiere left, Deji stayed with me as I matured from Nursery School to Primary School. When it came the time for me to go on to Secondary School, I began pressurizing my father to let me go to a boarding school so that I could get far away from Deji. My father agreed, but then, he lost his job and my wish to leave home for a boarding school was snuffed out under the drama following my father’s job severance.
And so, I was stuck with Deji. He was still a constant visitor to our house even after he got married. I thought many times about simply cutting him out and telling my parents, but I could never bring myself to do so. While what he was doing to me was deplorable, I couldn’t deny the fact that I had grown so used to it that it had become a part of my life. I cried often when I was alone, because I never wanted this for myself. I saw other children my age, carefree and seemingly happy in their associations, and I wondered bitterly why whatever providence had made me this kind of victim had chosen me and not them.
Finally, last year, I got the presence of mind to say No to Deji, no to any further intimacy with him. He had had me for over ten years, used up the better part of my life, and I’d had enough.
But the damage has undeniably been done to me. I am self aware enough to realize that. I do not automatically seek company in the same way others around me do when they have something on their minds. But this conflicts with my need to not be alone. I am afraid something might happen to me, something deserving for all those years I stayed silent and let myself be violated. I also feel like I’m ruined for any future intimate relationships, if I ever get the chance to be in one. I feel like I cannot give anything of myself to whomever decides I’m worthy of tender, loving care.
And when I think about this, whenever I battle the darkness that nips at my mind, threatening to overwhelm me, I try to save myself by telling myself I don’t care. But that’s never really true. It wasn’t true when I started telling myself this lie, and it certainly isn’t true now that I have liberated myself. But it’s much easier to pretend, isn’t it?
Written by Harry
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50 Comments
Iliana
June 09, 07:36This is really sad. Takes me down d memory lane
Jcee
June 09, 07:47Is this real or fictitious?
Pink Panther
June 09, 07:50Check the category it falls under.
Simba
June 09, 07:55Hi Larry,
If u in Abuja, I can link u to a physciatrist. She is gay and caring.
Quinn
June 09, 08:04Harry you’re loved and you’re worthy and you’re a strong man!
Francis
June 09, 08:16??. Sad stuff. ike Simba said, you need to see a good shrink to help you overcome this. I wish you well man. ?
UC TheMisfit
June 09, 08:38You are strong, Harry. Your mental strength is what will help you survive this, and you will.
I’m sorry for everything you went through. I have just one advice: never ever think it was your fault. Never think “was there something I did that made them choose to do this to me? Was it my fault?”. Don’t. Trust me on this.
I’m happy you’ve come to self awareness. Now start choosing for yourself. Start living for yourself.
Stay strong.
Zemocrush
June 09, 08:56Really sad I must say, and I must commend the courage you have to put this in writing, my own experience was just the first part of your writeup, I had tried talking about it to friends and they make jokes about it, one even said I liked it, wanted it and was enjoying it. Things like these actually do rob us of our innocence as a child, the inability to say no creates a sort of an indelible mark, but I really advise you channel a lot of strength into moving on (which I believe you are though). The very first step I took was not to hold any grudge against my own molester, it was hard, but my happiness and soundness of mind was worth it. Then, that very encounter also made me confused for many years about my sexuality, I was a growing child, had a female crush back then, felt deeply for my male friends. When my self discovery journey then took off fully, that one experience would always flash before my eyes and make doubt if I was really what I am, in a nutshell, she ruined completely any sexual attraction towards girls that might have been in there(if there was at all). I believe you’ll heal, it will take time definitely, know what it is you want to make out of life and fight desperately to achieve it.
Pink Panther
June 09, 09:32You really need to change your friends. How can you tell people who are supposed to have your back that you were molested as a child, and their response is to joke and say you asked for it? Jeezuz!
Francis
June 09, 09:34Some people are just stupid sha. Everything na joke to them.
Jo
June 09, 09:05I just feel sad and angry at the same time. God punish all those mother fuckers!
You really do need to get help. This may be the first step in the healing process, just persevere, you’ll get there.
Johnny
June 09, 09:39Sorry bro. I can relate.
I was molested by 5 people (male and female), those I can remember. Sometimes I think it made me turn gay but I realized I didn’t anytime hate any gender or sex but hated my molesters. I have always liked same sex since I was a kid, even when I was molested.
MagDiva
June 09, 09:58This totally broke my heart.
ambivalentone
June 09, 10:00And these ppl are the reasons why homosexuals are mistaken for paedophiles. Your coz na idiot o. When all those estate boys will be toasting her, she go dey form. And your never-say-die lesson teacher??? Even after marriage???
Anyway, I think you av taken steps to reclaiming ur life by saying ‘NO’ to Deji and penning this. All that is left for you is look back on these incidences and PITY (not fear) the perpetrators. There is strength in the knowledge that u r above them. Channel that into a living a new life with a new outlook
Amon
June 09, 10:06A lot of us can relate to this story. Sadly the molesters are living “straight” lives.
In my case I have always known I was gay from day 1. But that is no excuse to be violated.
I remember a relative of mine who I lived with many years ago. He kept violating me despite how much I begged and told him I was bleeding.
Today he’s married and a pastor. Preaching on Facebook and shit. And me? Am the “gay one everyone gossips about”
Pink Panther
June 09, 10:09Ohmaigod!!! He’s a pastor?!
Francis
June 09, 11:54Monsters that need to be tricked into confessing on tape and then publicly dragged for filth till they hang themselves ????
Arabian Princess
June 09, 15:54I’m 100% in support of this..
himbo
June 09, 11:20Story of the nigerian child… Your not alone. Chin up.
Femi
June 09, 13:23I feel so bad. Its so sad how this guy was molested. I was molested in JS 1 by a senior in SS3 and that was the beginning of my gay life. Till I graduated it was from one person to another. The worst part was that I attended a boys only sec school
ambivalentone
June 10, 09:02I only just read this properly and i am aving issues with it. So, if a girl had molested u, u wouldn’t av turned out gay? Harry was molested by both males and females, so I guess that makes him a gerontophilic bisexual versatile bottom not so?
This kinda thots are imprinted on the minds of str8 folks when they read stuff like this. Nobody can molest u into avin a particular sexuality. All you are left with is SCARS.
Francis
June 10, 09:13Sexual abuse has different effects on human beings man. Until you dey wear the shoe, just waka far and leave them to their journey to healing etc man.
ambivalentone
June 10, 09:30You do know that all this ur comment seems to say “Homosexuality is extrinsic” negating every other “We are born this way” comment made so far?
Francis
June 10, 09:36In no way am I negating the born this way theory. All I’m saying is that people react differently to sexual abuse. Some develop an intense aversion for the offending gender and others develop an attraction of sorts.
E reach to ask if gay for pay peeps are born this way or are just bisexuals/gays in denial
Sexuality is a weird and funny something biko
ambivalentone
June 10, 09:57Gay-for-pay ppl ehn, na only God just sabi. They will be anything for pay. Bestials, necrophiles,…anything. They don’t av any sexuality…except there is one to do with loving money
Francis
June 10, 10:01?? Shebi dem say sexuality is fluid
Mr. Fingers
June 09, 16:09I must commend your courage. Writing this is probably one of the hardest things u ve ever done i guess,but its also going to be of help as u heal.
Thank God they couldnt break u.
Goodluck youngman.
Dextrous
June 09, 17:57Well, it seems we’ve all had our own encounters.
I was molested by my ELDER BROTHER. He continued till we moved to our new house.
Sometimes I feel like that’s what made me gay. Or not!
Pink Panther
June 09, 18:55Oh my God! How much older than you was he?
Dextrous
June 10, 00:0012 years older. With other siblings in between
Quinn
June 09, 18:31@DEXTROUS your elder BROTHER! jeez! that’s v sad.
Delle
June 09, 19:57This is quite sad. Reading all through the chronology of the events, I even felt molested. How much more can a child withstand? We see bullies, melancholic people, sadists, individuals that can’t be in a relationship but you do not know half of their story.
This however boils down to the parents. In all, I got that the parents were hardly ever around. Exposing your kids to strangers at such age where they can’t do anything or refuse any advances is quite dangerous. This is what happens.
I just hope you realize that living in the past, Harry, won’t do any good. It would be difficult but it’s not impossible to move on and not let those tragic experiences lag you. Someone has recommended a shrink, you should take that step. I’m sure you would be fine.
On a lighter note though, I can’t help but imagine just how hot you would have been as a child to have gotten such attention. *flees with dress in hand*
ambivalentone
June 10, 08:24I so wanted to say this, but considering the gravity of the situation. Harry must one fine ass nigga mehn
Pink Panther
June 10, 08:30He is.
ambivalentone
June 10, 08:55Hafar na? Let God use u
Francis
June 10, 08:30I used to think like this until i started watching some documentaries and seeing small small cases for hospital. It’s not about fineness. It’s all about who they can successfully manipulate and get away with it effortlessly.
Delle
June 10, 09:23Yeah true I was only trolling.
lol
Rich
June 09, 21:38Some of us went through these unfortunate experiences . I was molested by my elder sister bcos she finds me attractive due to my look. My happiness is that she got married to a Gay man and I have paid her back by sleeping with her husband. I won’t stop sleeping with her husband……Revenge!
Francis
June 09, 22:31WOW! Things dey happen! LMAO
Zemocrush
June 09, 22:32Jaw drops
Pink Panther
June 09, 23:23????? Rich, can we have this story please.
ambivalentone
June 10, 08:30Its not revenge until you av had ur sister actually walk in on u both fucking HOWEVER are u sure u wanna tow that path? Your in-law IS a pathetic worm, but don’t let him have any reason to question the sanity of all y’all in ur family
Malik
June 13, 11:03LMAO!!
Quinn
June 10, 07:46Things dey really happen! abeg RICH share the story.
Rich
June 10, 17:34Pink your email address
Pink Panther
June 10, 19:25Pantherptb@yahoo.com or kitodiaries@gmail.com
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Shakira
June 11, 12:20Very sad.
Bryce
June 11, 12:38The Broken
From all I’ve read so far
naijatgal
June 11, 14:43My gift to you…