Her RAPED story by Sophia
I am Sophia by name.
I am a survivor and contrary to popular opinion not a victim.
I was raped at the age of 9 by a family friend.
It was a fateful day i was left alone with my siblings and this family friend who lived with us.
I was sleeping at home peacefully on this day and i woke up to find him staring at me.
Was it fear? Yes
I was terrified and there was a strange look in his eye and when he began to touch me in strange places ,it was sickening.
He began to appraise a new form of beauty like i just became beautiful. I did all i could,begged,kicked,fought and yeah..i was just nine..no boobs or peculiar ass that could turn him on..i was flat chested and that seemed to bring the animalistic tendencies in him and each pleas made the monster in him grow
I cried ,reminded him he was like a big brother to me but no he ripped my gown and forced himself through my legs and something died in me,i did not know what.
Guys,i was an extroverts, but after i reclused into my shell.
I stopped talking to my friends,i only took solace in writing. I told my mother but she felt i was hallucinating or my common exaggerations.
I became more of an off person and the nightmares started. I would see him raping me or chasing me and the action taking place and i would wake up in tears.
It felt so real.
And there is this thing about rape,it leaves devastating effect. It scares you for a long period of time or for life.
I hated boys😩damn..i hated the sight of them,i once stabbed my mate in jss3 with a pair of dividers cause he touched my back.
I saw myself as less than other girls especially when talk about their virginity or the likes. I once opened up to a close friend who blackmailed me and threathened to tell everyone i was raped, I never wanted pity.
Days when i would feel i could scrub off the filth and i felt angry at the world,especially that he walked away freely
Fast forward,i changed schools ..senior class..i met new friends Blessing and Desola and they brought me out of my shell but there was this mystery about the new girl. I had a lot of admirers ,cool guys but i put them at arms lenght. I did well in my jamb and gained admission into O.A.U as a literature student,the advances were more than ever.i engaged in my first relationship and sadly,he was this sex kinda guy and he had to sleep with another girl to prove his points. The sad part was some guys telling you point clear they only wanted to be friends with benefits or just a night stand.
Here,guys took sex as just sex and i always carried a pocket knife, creepy? as it sounded. I felt like i was meant to always be a victim. A particular time a worker in my church fellowship started taking porn and all like normal shit and then my faith life died..here was a dude acting every sunday literarily scabbishing and bringing people to tears
Getting to two hundred level,my roomates were religious bigots,telling me not to wear this or that and always acting like custodians of heaven🤦🏽♂️ they were judging more than preachy,days when i was down and all they did more of preaching when i was moody. Like.. faith without works is dead.
I was lost in a world feeling almost all guys were predators and i badly needed someone to talk to but sadly,i could not bring myself for pity party all those .ooohs. aahs . Eeyah...
And boom! 😩a particular night i was going to see my elder brothet at Awo ,this day i was hypnotised by a stranger. I never believed in jazz but that day i did. It was strange how i found myself in this dude room at faj as he was about to pin me to his bed after locking the door.i came to my sense and grabbed a knife and some hostel excos came and that night a lot of guys hurled insults at me blah blah .i begged for it,see how i was dressed and i was wearing a green and white striped top on navy green jean. Not like i was showing some skin,a lot of crowd gathered that day calling me olosho,bitch....
Only a few guys with sense of humanity beat the guy and told him to prostrate for me and told others that even if i followed him willingly was no invitation to an attempt to be raped. Despite that,the stupid ones kept jeering at me. One of the guys who was an executive that made the issue die down and escorted me later had an ulterior motive ,he began to come to my hostel and tried to ask for sex,i insulted him and threathened to report him,he back off
This is a very sexualized society,people make sexual suggestive words outta jokes...people imagine you in their bed while you are dressed
And i didnt fully recover,the nightmares troubled me. I rewrote another jamb and left oau to the Nigerian police Academy. Luckily,i exceled and got selected😩
Meanwhile before i left OAU,i joined Fmgc,an initiative of a good friend, Pedro... We went for sex education,sole children are not enlightened,we heard sad stories and all.
So while i left OAU for kano,i really did not make my mind up to have friends😩😩it was a tough ordeal and i met new people,i felt comfortable telling them and they gave me the strenght to share my story. I still have those nightmares and i know i would heal
I do write to get myself off the occasional pain or sometimes post stuffs. It is not an easy road,i became suicidal, I once drank and i took poisonous stuffs and all
Sometimes i wanted to cut myself but a friend of mine, Imma told me i was going to hurt a lot,especially because a lot of people i did not know looked up to me as a source of strenght.
Guys,i have drafted my suicide letter,bought sniper but i returned it...i won't be a coward,the world is waiting for light and i decided to live,if you are my friend,i post dark stuffs on whatsapp a lot,get people scared but another day i smiled.
To you,victim or not
All tough times would pass...and karma is a bitch.
The guy who raped me is in his late thirties and still unmarried..many ask now that i am an officer to be,why dont i arrest him?. I laugh and say no,God judgement is the best and sweet
Do not feel less than yourself if you have been raped ...male or female.“I was broken but i decided to make my pieces beautiful".
The world is an harsh place, Yes... but please forgive yourself. I am on that journey. When you do, love would flow in and the heart meant to love you would effortlessly and with no doubts
Thanks for your time
Thanks for listening
And one day you would hear about me
Sophia the cop and lawyer.
i love you all
Thank you😘
#MyRapeStory
#HerRapeStory
#HisRapeStory
#NotAFictionButReal
#VARSH
I am a survivor and contrary to popular opinion not a victim.
I was raped at the age of 9 by a family friend.
It was a fateful day i was left alone with my siblings and this family friend who lived with us.
I was sleeping at home peacefully on this day and i woke up to find him staring at me.
Was it fear? Yes
I was terrified and there was a strange look in his eye and when he began to touch me in strange places ,it was sickening.
He began to appraise a new form of beauty like i just became beautiful. I did all i could,begged,kicked,fought and yeah..i was just nine..no boobs or peculiar ass that could turn him on..i was flat chested and that seemed to bring the animalistic tendencies in him and each pleas made the monster in him grow
I cried ,reminded him he was like a big brother to me but no he ripped my gown and forced himself through my legs and something died in me,i did not know what.
Guys,i was an extroverts, but after i reclused into my shell.
I stopped talking to my friends,i only took solace in writing. I told my mother but she felt i was hallucinating or my common exaggerations.
I became more of an off person and the nightmares started. I would see him raping me or chasing me and the action taking place and i would wake up in tears.
It felt so real.
And there is this thing about rape,it leaves devastating effect. It scares you for a long period of time or for life.
I hated boys😩damn..i hated the sight of them,i once stabbed my mate in jss3 with a pair of dividers cause he touched my back.
I saw myself as less than other girls especially when talk about their virginity or the likes. I once opened up to a close friend who blackmailed me and threathened to tell everyone i was raped, I never wanted pity.
Days when i would feel i could scrub off the filth and i felt angry at the world,especially that he walked away freely
Fast forward,i changed schools ..senior class..i met new friends Blessing and Desola and they brought me out of my shell but there was this mystery about the new girl. I had a lot of admirers ,cool guys but i put them at arms lenght. I did well in my jamb and gained admission into O.A.U as a literature student,the advances were more than ever.i engaged in my first relationship and sadly,he was this sex kinda guy and he had to sleep with another girl to prove his points. The sad part was some guys telling you point clear they only wanted to be friends with benefits or just a night stand.
Here,guys took sex as just sex and i always carried a pocket knife, creepy? as it sounded. I felt like i was meant to always be a victim. A particular time a worker in my church fellowship started taking porn and all like normal shit and then my faith life died..here was a dude acting every sunday literarily scabbishing and bringing people to tears
Getting to two hundred level,my roomates were religious bigots,telling me not to wear this or that and always acting like custodians of heaven🤦🏽♂️ they were judging more than preachy,days when i was down and all they did more of preaching when i was moody. Like.. faith without works is dead.
I was lost in a world feeling almost all guys were predators and i badly needed someone to talk to but sadly,i could not bring myself for pity party all those .ooohs. aahs . Eeyah...
And boom! 😩a particular night i was going to see my elder brothet at Awo ,this day i was hypnotised by a stranger. I never believed in jazz but that day i did. It was strange how i found myself in this dude room at faj as he was about to pin me to his bed after locking the door.i came to my sense and grabbed a knife and some hostel excos came and that night a lot of guys hurled insults at me blah blah .i begged for it,see how i was dressed and i was wearing a green and white striped top on navy green jean. Not like i was showing some skin,a lot of crowd gathered that day calling me olosho,bitch....
Only a few guys with sense of humanity beat the guy and told him to prostrate for me and told others that even if i followed him willingly was no invitation to an attempt to be raped. Despite that,the stupid ones kept jeering at me. One of the guys who was an executive that made the issue die down and escorted me later had an ulterior motive ,he began to come to my hostel and tried to ask for sex,i insulted him and threathened to report him,he back off
This is a very sexualized society,people make sexual suggestive words outta jokes...people imagine you in their bed while you are dressed
And i didnt fully recover,the nightmares troubled me. I rewrote another jamb and left oau to the Nigerian police Academy. Luckily,i exceled and got selected😩
Meanwhile before i left OAU,i joined Fmgc,an initiative of a good friend, Pedro... We went for sex education,sole children are not enlightened,we heard sad stories and all.
So while i left OAU for kano,i really did not make my mind up to have friends😩😩it was a tough ordeal and i met new people,i felt comfortable telling them and they gave me the strenght to share my story. I still have those nightmares and i know i would heal
I do write to get myself off the occasional pain or sometimes post stuffs. It is not an easy road,i became suicidal, I once drank and i took poisonous stuffs and all
Sometimes i wanted to cut myself but a friend of mine, Imma told me i was going to hurt a lot,especially because a lot of people i did not know looked up to me as a source of strenght.
Guys,i have drafted my suicide letter,bought sniper but i returned it...i won't be a coward,the world is waiting for light and i decided to live,if you are my friend,i post dark stuffs on whatsapp a lot,get people scared but another day i smiled.
To you,victim or not
All tough times would pass...and karma is a bitch.
The guy who raped me is in his late thirties and still unmarried..many ask now that i am an officer to be,why dont i arrest him?. I laugh and say no,God judgement is the best and sweet
Do not feel less than yourself if you have been raped ...male or female.“I was broken but i decided to make my pieces beautiful".
The world is an harsh place, Yes... but please forgive yourself. I am on that journey. When you do, love would flow in and the heart meant to love you would effortlessly and with no doubts
Thanks for your time
Thanks for listening
And one day you would hear about me
Sophia the cop and lawyer.
i love you all
Thank you😘
#MyRapeStory
#HerRapeStory
#HisRapeStory
#NotAFictionButReal
#VARSH
Comments
Post a Comment