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A friend of a friend raped me when I was 17 years old. We'd been at the same party earlier in the night. We were getting along well chatting and later on he asked my friend, her boyfriend and I if we wanted to come back to his house – they had a spa and his parents were away at the time. We all went back to his house and after a while my friend and her boyfriend decided to go home. He told me I could stay there which I wanted to as I lived quite far away and at this point it was very late in the night. I'd never had sex before and made it very clear to him that this was not on the cards at all. I told him I had my period at the time, so I wouldn't be having sex with him. I went inside my house and sat in front of a mirror, staring at my reflection and began sobbing uncontrollably. I remember feeling so confused by this, why was I crying? I'd just had sex for the first time and that was meant to be great, right? So why didn't I feel great? I knew in my gut that I had just been raped but I tried to suppress this and dismiss it for a few months. If I didn't acknowledge that anything was wrong, maybe nothing was? My closest friend knew that something wasn't right about the situation and after talking with her at length about it I was able to express and accept that I had been raped. Coming to terms with this was incredibly daunting. If that wasn't traumatic enough to deal with, it also triggered past trauma from my childhood. Being raped at 17 brought the previous abuse I'd tried to bury all back to the surface again. First there was immense grief. Then the rage came flooding in. I began to hear of things that he had passed on to his friends. According to the bro-code, I had given him sexual favours in exchange for an Up&Go drink. He also shared intimate details about my body which became common knowledge to others at his all-boys high school. Two of his close friends sat and joked about this in front of my friends. My rape had become an anecdote to them, reduced to a piece of banter to joke about with the lads and to gloat in front of other women how their mates treated people. Just your classic 'locker room' chat as President Trump would say, completely harmless. After all, what is it we are told? Boys will be boys. By now I was in complete disbelief, it started to become very clear to me that he had no idea the implications his actions were having on me. So there I was, a 17 year old rape survivor finding myself feeling a responsibility to educate my 20 year old rapist on what rape was, what consent was and how he could NEVER treat another woman the way he had treated me. But why the fuck had nobody else already taught him this? Was it his parents' fault? Was it his schools'? Somebody needed to be held accountable and I knew sure as hell it wasn't my fault. I decided that the best course of action was to send him a lengthy message outlining the effect his actions had on me. He obviously just didn't understand what happened and surely if I explained the situation he would get it and apologise. At this stage I was still holding on to the belief that he was simply a 'nice guy' who made a mistake. I wonder how many times since I've heard those words. "Oh but he's such a nice guy though?" "His family are really good friends with my family!" Let me shatter the bubble you are living in – 'nice guys' do bad things sometimes. They are now no longer the nice guys you once believed them to be. If you are not judged on how you treat other human beings, what exactly is the basis of your character judgement? ADVERTISEMENT Advertise with Stuff He never responded to my message. Nothing has ever screamed guilt to me more than the 'seen' icon at the bottom of that message. Nothing has screamed guilt to me more than him subsequently blocking me on social media. Block me all you like, but I will not be silenced. I am a survivor, a ferocious lion that will continue to roar my truth and speak up about this injustice as long as sexual violence continues to be so goddamn prevalent in our society. Eventually I decided to go to the police and lay a complaint with them. My experience with them gave me a whole new insight into why only 9% of rape victims report their assault to police. I was passed from officer to officer, having to re-live the trauma of my story in detail to numerous people. One of the officers told me she did not believe that coercion qualified as rape. "If we were charging young boys for pressuring girls into having sex, we would be charging them left, right and centre." I wanted to scream in her face, "WELL MAYBE THAT IS WHAT YOU SHOULD BE DOING, I MEAN AFTER ALL, THAT IS YOUR JOB." I am so sick and tired of the complacent attitude towards sexual violence and this was what I experienced first-hand from my experience with the justice system. It was almost like the issue was too difficult for them to deal with. I understand that working in a sexual violence team for the police is no walk in the park but I mean hey, neither is getting raped. I walked away from my experience with the police feeling like their response was, "I'm sorry this happened to you, but there's really not much we can do." A verbal shrug of the shoulders. The police officer I spoke to was wrong. Coercion is not consent. If you have to pressure someone into doing anything with you, they do not want to. Consent is enthusiastic and ongoing. Robin Thicke sang about there being a blurred line, but he's wrong too. There is no blurred line when it comes to consent. If there is a question mark as to the other persons' enthusiasm, take that as a no. If you choose to ignore this, you have raped someone. Too many people have these stories. I am not an island, I am not alone and this is why I choose to speak. So that if there is ONE person out there who reads this, who this resonates with, they will know that they are not alone in their journey. Our current 'justice' system holds very little justice for sexual violence survivors. As I've previously mentioned, only an estimated 9% of survivors will report their rape to police. Of this 9%, only 13% will ever face a conviction. Imagine you are standing in a room filled with 100 people who have raped someone. According to these statistics, only one of these people will ever be charged. This needs to change. There is no denying that rape culture is alive and well in our country and it is up to us to have the challenging conversations needed to dismantle this. Play your role. If you are a survivor of unwanted sexual contact or rape, speak up about it. Find a trusted person to confide in and whatever you do, keep talking. Rape culture thrives off your silence; your rapist's success in our society relies on you feeling ashamed and staying silent. Spit your truth in their face. Claim your life back; place the blame squarely back where it belongs, with the person who caused you this harm. If you are that person someone chooses to speak to: listen to them, support them and most importantly believe them. After all, only 2% of rape complaints are false – not that our rape culture would ever have you believe it was that few though.

The moment Two Female Poly Student Were crushed to Death By....... A truck on Monday crushed two female students of Akwa Ibom State Polytechnic, Ikot Osurua to death. The incident a happened few metres away from the school premises, near the junction of Ikot Inyang village, along Aba Road in Ikot Ekpene local government area. It was learnt that the driver of the vehicle lost control and rammed into the girls, killing them on the spot. We learnt that the deceased, Abasifreke Okon, and Irene Edwin from Ikot Abasi and Ibesikpo Asutan local government areas respectively, were preparing for their practical examination, which was to hold on Wednesday. The deceased, ND 2 Science Laboratory Technology students, described as “besties and inseparable twins,” were supposed to have completed their academic programme after their exams on Wednesday. Following the incident, it was learnt that the management of the Polytechnic postponed the examinations as many classmates of the deceased were said to have wept uncontrollably as the remains of the victims were evacuated to the mortuary. Confirming the incident, Akwa Ibom State Sector Commander, Federal Road Safety Corps (FRSC), Matthew Olonisaye, attributed the loss of lives to reckless driving and non-adherence to the rules guiding road usage. While commiserating with the families of the deceased, Olonisaye urged drivers to make the maintenance of their vehicles a top priority, saying accidents are caused and don’t just happen. “It actually happened; it’s because of loss of control by the driver. We advise drivers to abide with the rules that guide the usage of the road, they should not be in a hurry. “Drivers should also make vehicle maintenance a priority for any life lost cannot come back. An accident does not just happen; it is caused. “I commiserate with the families of those who lost their lives,” he stated.

The Synagogue Church of all Nations (SCOAN) on Tuesday countered the BBC documentary on its founder, late Temitope Babatunde Joshua, popularly known as TB Joshua. SCOAN described the documentary as unfounded, noting that the characters interviewed in the report were unknown to the church. The church reacted to the trending documentary in a statement signed by its Public Affairs Director, Mr Dare Adejumo. According to the church, the statement was aimed at disabusing the minds of the public from the report. Recall that the BBC, on Monday, released a highly controversial and damning documentary on the late TB Joshua, accusing him of various crimes, including rape against some members. SCOAN said, “BBC World Service’s investigative unit, codenamed Africa Eye, came out this week with weird and strange episodes of atrocities against the late founder of SCOAN.” The church noted that the investigation was conducted outside the ethics and fundamental principles of the journalism profession. According to the church, journalism as societal watchdog, requires fairness, balancing and objectivity in order to command dignity, honour and respect as the fourth estate of the realm. “BBC has compromised these lofty principles by descending into fictional narratives and propaganda, thus turning itself into a weapon for a hatchet job as gangsters in the gab of journalism with a destructive ulterior motive for personal gains against a perceived enemy. “Only BBC can best explain why it woefully deviated from true journalism and chose to be dishing junks and feeding the public with stones called bread by its offensive and disenchanted reports of disgruntled elements. “This to say the least, is insulting to our professional and public intelligence.One thing is very obvious, hundreds of BBC charades cannot rubbish the indelible footprints of TB Joshua’s legacies on earth again.” According to the Church, there are thousands of human beings who has received dumbfounding miracles and tremendously benefited from the anointing and grace the Lord bestowed on TB Joshua. “Those beneficiaries are all over the place and cannot be disputed that are lining up and responding angrily to this imperialist broadcasting station. “Many of them are in the UK the home base of BBC but which its jaundiced investigative eyes cannot see but only the obviously suborned narrators! “Myriads of broken homes reconciled by TB Joshua are also crying foul of BBC’s broadcast of iniquity. Uncountable hopeless children drawn from different parts of the world; some brought by their parents while some were picked from drug joints or brothels who have gotten their destinies restored are also pissed off by the offensive reports. “BBC has obviously shot itself in the foot by its compromise and roadside journalism.” SCOAN added that BBC would not have lost anything if it had gone to the church, even in disguise, in order to have direct experience of what was happening in the synagogue instead of relying on disgruntled and manipulated individuals some of whom were never known before in the church. ”Some of those identified there are relics of homosexual and lesbian associates. “My findings further show that everything the BBC put together is strange to SCOAN. “One other clearly illogical thing in the charade is the BBC categorical statement that the man of God was involved in all the abuse for over two decades! “How can that be in a nation governed by law? It shows the station’s crude disrespect and bizarre perception of Nigeria. “Where were all those shameless interviewees in all the decades? Was it when the man passed on that they suddenly became awake or came back to their senses? Only a fool will have respect for such charlatans,” the statement asked. Further dismissing the documentary, the church noted that BBC just wanted to call a dog a bad name so that they could hang it. It added that It was obvious that the sponsors of the BBC hatchet job must have been envious of the continued growth of the church like the tree planted by the river side. “Thank God your report exonerated his only wife of any wrongdoings throughout the decades of your so-called investigated lopsided work. “But did you think any wife at all can see and watch all those nonsensical and annoying scenarios you painted for decades and still kept silent? I am yet to read or see such a woman in the universe! “This is illogical, irritating, incomprehensible, unfathomable and satanically dubious and malicious.” The church condemned the report, begged God to forgive the sponsors, saying persecution of divine envoys or servants of God was not new in history.

I’m now sojourning in a strange land. I decided to run away from my homeland, from my village and from my state. I decided to run away from the curse placed on my family by the gods. Even though I’m now hundreds of kilometers away from my hometown, the ghost of my past deeds haunts me, and I can’t sleep any more. This is the reason I have taken to this open confession. Permit me to introduce myself. My name is Pauline Chukwudi (not real name). I’m from Enugu State, and precisely from Udenu Local government Area . I was only a little girl when my mum died, leaving me and my younger ones to our fate and to the care of our lovely father. My father, is no doubt a nice man, but has an issue with women, the same reason my mum died. My mum died few days after she caught our nanny and dad in their bedroom. You should know by now what she must have gone through while she was trying to cope with dad. She said she had lived with my dad despite his libido because he wanted to ensure we were trained in the way of the Lord. Unfortunately, she died three days after our maid and dad was caught doing the unholy act. I knew it was not for nothing. I knew daddy had some curses placed on him, but I can’t say exactly the source of those causes. His urge for sex has not only driven his name to the mud, but has equally succeeded in destroying our family. To narrow my story to how daddy’s lifestyle has affected me, I beg you to advise me at the end of this confession. It was on a Monday morning…yes, it was a black Monday. Dad was already dressed up for work as early as 7am. I had also dressed up to take my younger brother, Gabriel to school. The Okada guy who normally takes us to school brought me back after I had dropped Gabriel. I thought daddy had left for work, but the door was still left ajar when I returned to the house around 7.30. ‘’Dad, you haven’t gone?’’ I asked. He responded coldly, ‘’ No…it’s like I have got some back pain. I need to rest a while, and then check my doctor later,’’ Dad replied. I zoomed to the kitchen to check what to take as breakfast. I didn’t meet dad in the sitting-room when I returned. I went straight to his bedroom to check if he was still there, and to my surprise, dad was on his bed. He asked me to come to the bed, and without hesitation, I went…he then asked me to massage his back, and I couldn’t have refused as I was still very innocent. I had just written my First School Leaving Exams, waiting to go to secondary school, so I had no suspicion; after all, he was my dad. But after a while, something happened, and I can’t remember exactly why I gave up to dad’s gimmicks. We had sex. In fact, I cried throughout that day as I bled for several hours. The pain- I don’t want to remember. It was excruciating. However, the sex became regular and normal. It was like we were practically living together like husband and wife. My younger brother was too little to suspect what was ongoing as the space between us was wide. I’m five years older than him. My trouble with dad started when I got admission to the one of the best secondary schools, which I won’t mention here. Dad was always accusing me of sleeping with men. He was always taking delight in hard sex to my chagrin. He was punishing me with sex every night. I could no longer bear the situation, hence I divulged to one of my closest friends. I hear Patricia is now a Lawyer, and like a lawyer, she gave me straight talk…’’You need to avoid your dad. He is not your husband. The act is called incest. It’s a terrible act. Stop my friend,’’ she told me coldly and walked away. Even though I had known this all along, her sensitization hit me hard. Dad made advances at me two nights after my discussion with Pat, and I told him how sinful we had been living together. On hearing my resolve to avoid him, dad picked up a kitchen knife and chased me out of the house. That night, I abandoned my dream, my education, and my younger brother. Right now, I live in Lagos. Though, I still went back to school, completed my secondary education and proceeded to a polytechnic after. I just finished my NYSC, but I strongly believe that the sin of the past still haunts me as I have met different men who only sleep with me and walk away. I sleep with men indiscriminately. I’m not able to resist men. I think I’m also cursed. I want to stop it. I want to be me. I want to stop being sexually possessed. I think I have lost myself, my senses. As for dad; I don’t want to see him again. I have received several phone calls from him, but I won’t return home. Thank God I’m still in touch with my younger brother and he is doing just fine. What do I do to be me? How do I avoid indiscriminate sex? I think I have a problem. I have gone to different churches for deliverance, but yet to get any results. Is my case spiritual or biological?

It is true when people say, “you can find love in the most unexpected places.” The feeling of being madly in love is so pure and gentle, even when you are surrounded by It is true when people say, “you can find love in the most unexpected places.” The feeling of being madly in love is so pure and gentle, even when you are surrounded by restrictions and obstacles that’ll prevent you from finding your happiness. But love is so motivating that it persuades you to fight for the one you love and want. But is it all worth it at the expense of a sacred marital bond? My father married me off to Roshan 3 years back in 2019. It was a grand ceremony in Kanpur and everyone gushed at the grandeur and how much my father had spent on this marriage. It was an arranged marriage and I had hardly spoken to Roshan before all this. He seemed nice, comforting and shy, so I didn’t push his buttons too soon. I wanted to be the perfect wife to him. But on our wedding night, as I sat on the bed waiting for him to come so that finally we could have some time together, I got hugely disappointed. He came to the room, smiled and said a few things and then soon, we consummated our marriage. We didn’t talk at all and then slept. I figured it must be the exhaustion from the wedding ceremony. He drove me to my classes every week and was very sweet and kind. He has dark skin and is well-built. He's in his early 30s and he is super friendly! At the beginning itself, he never made me feel alone when he drove me to my classes. We talk about different things on the way it has now become the best part of my day. I wait every day for those classes to drive with him. He makes me feel comfortable enough to have a good laugh. One day, I wore a white salwar-kameez and he instantly brightened up and said, “madaam, aaj aap suraj ki tarah chamak rahi ho (You are shining bright as the sun today)” I laughed and sat in the car. But inwardly, I was gleaming with joy. Finally, someone had complimented me! Not even my own husband but my driver made me feel beautiful. And that was the day I fell in love with him. I look for instances to be alone with him, besides going for my classes. I had invited him for tea to which he refused many times, but when he did come in, I sat with him along with my other servants so that nobody can be suspicious.

HOW MY MAID RAPED MY SON....READ ON https://hilltopads.com/?ref=228963 IT WAS NEW YEAR EVE MY virgin SON OF 17 VISITED TO SPEND THE holidays with us for the christmas holiday and actually we have 3 maids who took care of the house especially in me and my husbands absence. please read part 2 for the full story.

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My name is Janet, I am a banker in my early 30s and going through a messy divorce. I married my husband as a virgin. I have never been with any man but him until I was raped. I didn’t know anything about orgasm, climax or what have you because i have never experienced it. 8 years of marriage with a miserable s3x life. i have two children from my marriage. “It happens that we travelled to my husband village during Easter period. While in his country home by 1 am in the night our house was raided by armed robbers a gang of 7 members. “It was a very terrifying experience, after collecting all the valuables at home, the leader turned to rape me. The leader tied my husband to a chair, tore my clothe and went on to show me his manhood that he will use it on me “I was frightened, i begged him and cried but he wouldn’t listen. It was a rape that cost me my marriage. As the guy was entering me, I was supposed to feel pains but that wasn’t so. I felt a kind of electrifying sensation that I have never felt in my whole life. I screamed oh my God, as he started pounding on me I didn’t know when I was holding him hard and begging him not to stop to the amazement of others, I was enjoying being raped by a criminal “I was told I was screaming very hard when I wanted to cum. Yes, I had my first orgasm through rape and since then my life hasn’t been the same. The robber took me two rounds which I came both times. I don’t know what happened, if it was my village people that pursued me, but all I can say is that I haven’t had such with my husband. My husband gave me the beatings of my life after the robbers left. ‘He called me unprintable names, i am a prostitute, he didn’t know I was an Ashawo. He can’t marry an Ashawo. i was hospitalized for two weeks as a result of that incident and his beatings “My husband left me at the hospital and travelled back to our home. i was damaged. how could such a thing happen to me? who was responsible for me enjoying being raped and even Cuming as a result of it? “How could i even enjoy such act of cruelty on my body? these were the question i kept asking myself. When i got discharged i met a divorce papers waiting for me to sign. I tried begging my husband, involved my parents but he swore not to let go

“Dear Readers , My name is Victoria, a 28-year-old woman. I work with a new generation bank in Lagos State and I have a sad story to tell. I have been a victim of sáxual harassment in my office as my boss ráped me inside his office. I got the job after searching for one for over three years and with the current situation in the country, I don’t know if I will be lucky to get a new job if I leave this one. It was in May when our branch manager sent for me and when I got to his office, he told me that he had a special assignment for me after closing hours. It was not a new thing for a staff to be told to stay back if there was something for him to do. So I did not see anything sinister in the request, so after closing, I went to his office to let him know but he told me to wait for him at the reception hall. I was to wait there for over three hours when he called me to come to his office. By now, almost all the staff members had gone home leaving only a handful of workers behind. When I got to his office, my boss told me he was busy and that I should make myself comfortable while he rounded up. After like 30 minutes, he stood up, went and locked the door and came to sit beside me on the sofa. I was shocked and asked him why he locked the door but he told me he did not want anyone to come to his office as the assignment he had for me demanded privacy. I was still not convinced with his explanation but his next action took me by surprise as he suddenly held me and drew me closer to him. It was so sudden that before I could get my balance, he had placed his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I struggled to free myself and asked him if that was the assignment he told me he had for me and he answered by saying he had been wanting to sleep with me for a long time. I told him I could not sleep with him as he was not only married but my boss but he was past caring as he suddenly grabbed me and threw me to the seat, tearing my top in the process. I screamed as I fought him but he was too strong and had me pinned down and tore my clothes, leaving me almost náked. When I knew I would not be able to fight him, I resorted to crying and begging him to let me go but he told me nothing would make him not to have his way with me. He succeeded in ráping me that night, after which he begged me to forgive him, that he did not know what came over me. I was so mad at him that I did not care about what he was saying. While I tried to gather my clothes, he brought out a wad of money and gave me but I told him to keep his money and stormed out of his office, cursing him as I left. It has been two months now and I am still hurt and bitter over the incident. I don’t know if I should report him to the management or just let go. I know he will victimize me if I dare report him and the management of the bank may not take action against a senior manager. I have not been able to tell anyone of the assault, not even my fiance or my parents but it is eating me up and my productivity has dwindled as a result.