The Untold

s 8, so by court order, we had to live with my mom. I ple

with us because of how selfish she was. She would hit me when I threw a tantrum and say “witch, why are you crying? Do you want your evil father back? Why? Did you enjoy when he touched your chest or when he put his fingers inside your

urned 9, mom’s business had fallen because she spent more time squandering

saw the woman who birth me, she wasn’t drunk, nor was she mean or angry or tired, she was my mother. When I got into

“If you are going to lie about it, then don’t utter a word” she insisted while point her index finger at me. “Mummy, please believe me! My father did not ever touch me where he was not supposed to. He only hugged and kissed me on my cheek and forehead. He only helped me with my school and slept on his bed when I was scared or crying for you. All he did was love me.” I explained while crying. “He was….” I started to say before I f

epare yourself to bring in your own share of the money for rent and feeding. Now you can have a reason to blame your stupid father”

was grateful, but sad because all what accompanied this

am and egusi soup with better okporoko and kpomo and meat. My sister gave me a card and hugged me in bed and told me mommy was calling for me downstairs to come and eat. When I got down, at first I was suspicious she had finally decided to

sister’s room. She was dressed as well and we both went downstairs. My mom suddenly got so upset and asked my sister to go back to her room, that it wasn’t her birthday and she didn’t need to come with us. She promised to bring home something for her though. “Don’t worry eh Janice, I’ll bring you biscuit and bonbon and juice when we are coming back. I want