People, this sister is traumatized, you people wont believe it, right in front of my very eyes, it was horrible, it was gruesome, I started crying because that was all I could do.
It all started at a barbeque party earlier today, everyone was chilling, having a good time, but we all know naij boys now, a fight will always start.
A fight erupted between some guys outside, everyone was standing around waiting for punches to be thrown and it started and in less than two minutes one of the guys pulled out a knife and before anyone could shout yepa, he stabbed the guy in the side of his head, omo, the thing be like American film, everyone was silent for about 20 seconds and then the panic hit, there was a guy on the floor with blood gushing out of the side of his head.
The boys decided to rush him to the hospital and they asked to put him into the car of the guy who stabbed him, guess what the murafucker said, “his blood will get on my seats”, haaaaaaa, can you believe this nigga, after stabbing someone wont you be sober.
Well, the guy is okay for now, we are all praying he survives the night and as for the fool who stabbed him I hope he gets expelled knowing he won’t get any jail time since this is naij and he’s from a rich home.
People, your girl is traumatized, please pray for my boy oooh, ciao
Saturday 18 August 2007
Friday 3 August 2007
ABUSE
NOTE:This is a figment of my imagination
Any minute now it would happen, I sat quietly in the dark waiting for the footsteps, everyone in the house was asleep. As the time passed I started to relax, maybe tonight would be different, I was drifting off into slumber land when I heard my door knob, I started shaking telling myself it was my baby sister, maybe she couldn’t sleep. I saw his face, the moonlight from my window made him look more menacing, I knew what was coming next, there was no use begging or crying, I was used to the pain, it had gone on for the past three years and there was nothing I could do about it, I remember when I tried to tell mum, it was like she wasn’t even hearing me, she told me I had been having nightmares, I constantly wondered if she actually knew what daddy did to me. I had thought about running away but Stacy was turning nine soon and that’s when it started for me, I needed to stay to protect her, as long as he kept coming to me, he wouldn’t go to her. After he finished, he lay on my bed and told me I was beautiful but he would soon stop coming for his nightly visits, I knew what he meant, Stacy was in trouble, what was I going to do, how do I stop him. I thought about this for a week and I came to a decision, I had only one choice.
He came into my room that night, it was like every other night, I waited till he got into bed with me, as he was going in and out of me I grabbed for it, I took it out of his closet earlier in the day, I had hidden it under my duvet, I shot him between the eyes and he lay lifeless on top of me, my mum was in my room in second, Stacy was right behind her. The first thing my mum exclaimed was Trina, what the hell did you do!!!, she saw her husband lying on top of me naked and all she could say was what did I do. She called the police, screaming on the phone that her husband has been shot, she got him off me and got him dressed.
When the police arrived, she screamed that they should take me away, saying I killed her husband, the police decided to talk to me in private and asked me why I had shot my dad, I told them the whole story and they took me in for a rape kit.
I’m now in a foster home, this is my third one, I currently see a psychiatrist because I cant sleep at night and I wont let my step dad a s much as hold my hand. My mum gave me up, she said she couldn’t stand to look at me since I was the one who murdered her husband, she never addressed the fact that her husband was molesting me and did so for a really long time, I’m really scared for Stacy, I hope this doesn’t happen to her with my mum turning a blind eye, I don’t get to see her so I don’t know if she’s okay but I pray for her everyday.
Any minute now it would happen, I sat quietly in the dark waiting for the footsteps, everyone in the house was asleep. As the time passed I started to relax, maybe tonight would be different, I was drifting off into slumber land when I heard my door knob, I started shaking telling myself it was my baby sister, maybe she couldn’t sleep. I saw his face, the moonlight from my window made him look more menacing, I knew what was coming next, there was no use begging or crying, I was used to the pain, it had gone on for the past three years and there was nothing I could do about it, I remember when I tried to tell mum, it was like she wasn’t even hearing me, she told me I had been having nightmares, I constantly wondered if she actually knew what daddy did to me. I had thought about running away but Stacy was turning nine soon and that’s when it started for me, I needed to stay to protect her, as long as he kept coming to me, he wouldn’t go to her. After he finished, he lay on my bed and told me I was beautiful but he would soon stop coming for his nightly visits, I knew what he meant, Stacy was in trouble, what was I going to do, how do I stop him. I thought about this for a week and I came to a decision, I had only one choice.
He came into my room that night, it was like every other night, I waited till he got into bed with me, as he was going in and out of me I grabbed for it, I took it out of his closet earlier in the day, I had hidden it under my duvet, I shot him between the eyes and he lay lifeless on top of me, my mum was in my room in second, Stacy was right behind her. The first thing my mum exclaimed was Trina, what the hell did you do!!!, she saw her husband lying on top of me naked and all she could say was what did I do. She called the police, screaming on the phone that her husband has been shot, she got him off me and got him dressed.
When the police arrived, she screamed that they should take me away, saying I killed her husband, the police decided to talk to me in private and asked me why I had shot my dad, I told them the whole story and they took me in for a rape kit.
I’m now in a foster home, this is my third one, I currently see a psychiatrist because I cant sleep at night and I wont let my step dad a s much as hold my hand. My mum gave me up, she said she couldn’t stand to look at me since I was the one who murdered her husband, she never addressed the fact that her husband was molesting me and did so for a really long time, I’m really scared for Stacy, I hope this doesn’t happen to her with my mum turning a blind eye, I don’t get to see her so I don’t know if she’s okay but I pray for her everyday.
Wednesday 1 August 2007
BLOGGING
I've been away for ten days (my internet went off and my parents travelled) and it seemed like forever, i'm officially a blog addict. Thank you all for the stalker advice, maybe I should just give him the location of this page, lol, I think I'm handling it though.I'm off to catch up on my fav blogs, I'll put something up later.
P.S. Working peeps please I need some advice, whats the proper way of requesting for sponsorship from a company for things like class dinners.
P.S. Working peeps please I need some advice, whats the proper way of requesting for sponsorship from a company for things like class dinners.
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