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It was a Sunday evening, I was returning home from visiting my girlfriend. I boarded a taxi from town to my junction. After a brief ride, the passengers alighted and the last one paid the driver in dollars. I was shocked on seeing that, we were in Nigeria, who pays for anything in dollars let …
When I was in high school, I had a boy over at my house when my parents weren’t at home, which was definitely against house rules. We were just hanging out, doing whatever kids do, when the phone rang. I picked it up in the kitchen, gesticulating wildly to the boy to be silent so …
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When I turned 18 and I came out as Trans FTM, I thought for sure that the “What happened to you that makes you feel so guilty all the time?” The question would finally be answered, but now I know that my being trans literally has NOTHING to do with this incident but to do …
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I’m not sure I’d call it rape or molestation. I can’t remember how old I was when it started, but I’m sure it went on for a while, my mother’s cousin used to have sex with me. Most times, whenever I went to their house to play with the kids there who were my age, …
I could tell story after story of pretending to be asleep and him coming into my bedroom regardless if my mom was home or not. He raped me at 11 and a half and I ran and locked myself in the bathroom in pain. I then had a babysitter who must have been in her 20s …
Every story has a beginning, a middle, and of course in due time an end. The beginning is that I was adopted when I was born, I never knew my real mother or father. Both my so-called monsters (foster parents – that’s what I call them) were already abusive to each other when they had …
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