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Continued from last week.......... One of them asked me where I was coming from, I stammered with various thought running through my mind at that moment, I couldn’t say a word, he asked me to undress and lay down, I knelt down and started begging, all of a sudden, they began to argue among themselves who is to have his way with me first, the argument almost led to a fight, so I took off with speed, they pursued after me. After a while I heard no footsteps I paused to catch some breath but to my amazement they were relentless in their pursuit, I heard the horn of a car and without guessing they were the one. I ran till I got to an Army barracks gate and from there they disappeared into the night shadows.  I got to my aunt’s house after 12:30am in the morning, my heart beating so fast after the chase, from the look on her face, she was surprised to see me. She asked me what happened but I couldn’t say a word as tears fell from my cheeks. Quickly sensing how tired I was, they ...

Life has always been good as a young teenager, I had friends and families around me and I was just 13 years old before the 4th of November, 2007 until this happened.  So early that morning, there was a persistent  knock at our door then there was a brief conversation between my parent and (Ifeanyichukwu’s) mum. As she left, my dad’s face changed like an angry lion as he walked into the room where I and my sisters were sleeping. The next thing I knew, he started beating me with belt, broom and shoe. I screamed “daddy what did I do?” but he kept beating hard, he did not stop until my sisters dragged me out of his hand. I sustained injuries as the broom sticks pierced my skin, he ordered everyone in the house not to give me food or water as am no longer part of the family. I cried and kept asking what my offense was but the more I asked the more I got beaten. My mum was quiet because she feared him a lot. My sisters had to sneak to give me food and water in the room as they ...