I grew up in a polygamous home. My Dad had two other wives.
I was the first child of my mum, I had five other siblings. I had just one
brother who was the last child.
We lived in a two room apartment. My Dad was a retired
soldier and mum, a trader. Dad got a job as a security personnel in a
manufacturing company after his retirement.
Life was not that fair to us. Mum suggested we go stay with
relatives to relieve her of the burden of training us all because Dad was not
supportive at all. Dad was a drunk and a smoker. Most times when he comes home
drunk, he beats my mum.
My immediate younger sister who was twenty years old when
she was forced to go stay with a relative, dropped out of school when she was
twelve. After one year of staying with this relative of ours, she got pregnant
for their security guard. The security guard eventually stopped working for
them when she told him about the pregnancy. She took her child(a girl) to stay
with her mum. Three years later, she got pregnant for another man, when she
gave birth, our relative told her to go stay with my mum. She had to learn
tailoring to make ends meet.
I said I won't allow my younger sister's story discourage me
from studying. I got admission into a college of education. My performance was
average. I was someone that loved serving God. Before I graduated from school,
I was close to my pastor in fellowship. He was glad I was zealous with the
things of God. He was already a graduate waiting to go for NYSC. We were very
close to each other. I saw him as a brother and a spiritual mentor. He taught
me many things about God. My spiritual growth was rapid. I never visited him
though I was aware of his residence.
One fateful day, I heard he was sick so I decided to visit
him. I went with fruits and food. When I got there, he was feeling a little bit
better. We conversed for long. He pleaded with me to just spend the night with
him that nothing was going to happen. I was scared but I told myself that he's a
pastor and that he couldn't rape me, besides we were friends. I spent the night
there and nothing happened.
The day I graduated, my pastor told me he would be leaving
going for NYSC camp the following day. I decided to visit him again. He
welcomed me warmly. He prepared spaghetti for dinner. We ate together and I
decided to pass the night there because it was already late. I took my bath and
slept on his bed. When he was done reading the Bible, he came to join me on the
bed. After some minutes his hands started caressing the sensitive parts of my
body. I had not felt that way with a man before. We had great romance. He broke
my hymen and we both enjoyed what followed.
The next morning I freshened up and saw him off to the park.
I also moved out of school and travelled home to see my family. I never told
anyone what happened between my pastor and I.
Three months after what happened at Pastor's house, I
observed that my menstrual flow ceased. I decided to open up to pastor about
what happened. He was angry at the news, he said I should abort the child and
never call him again. I felt humiliated and shattered. I told my mum what
happened, she rained all sort of abusive words on me. I began to question God.
I was depressed for a while but I told myself I was not going to abort the
baby. I got a job as a cleaner in a school because no organisation was willing
to employ a pregnant woman.
I gave birth to my baby few months later. I got a better job
in an audit firm. Six years later, I got married to a Chartered accountant. We
were married for five years but still remained barren. I decided to bring my
daughter who was already eleven years old to come stay with us. My husband was
comfortable with the idea of my daughter coming over to stay with us. A year
after her stay, I caught him at night harassing my daughter sexually. I passed
out.
When I recovered, I decided to rent an apartment and stay
with my daughter.
I told myself I will never have anything to do with a man. I
began to have doubts in the existence of God. I made sure I helped my daughter
recover from the emotional trauma of the sexual harassment she had with my ex
husband.
I built a house for my parents and helped my younger ones
that were already leading wayward lifestyles. I decided to turn my pain into
gain. My belief in God was restored. I became the CEO of an NGO that aids
single mothers financially, emotionally and spiritually.
One day, after counselling a woman, I smiled and said
"Indeed God is faithful".
(True Life Story)
Endy
Significant Billionaire
©2018
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