A COOL MORNING GONE SOUR



It is a cool morning. I wake up and tiptoe downstairs being careful not to wake up my daughters who are still in bed. I get to the living room and sit for a few minutes to have my routine morning meditation. Thereafter, I don’t feel the needed rush of adrenaline to go make myself a cup of green tea. So I just lie on the couch instead to enjoy the serenity of the moment. 

Moments later there is the creaking of the door. My husband, Fidelis who worked all night is back home. There is something unusual about his aura this morning. He gets to the kitchen, pulls a chair and sits, his breathing faster than it would normally be.

“The worst has happened.” He announces. Hearing these words, I cringe in the couch. I wake up, thoughts running through my head like waves in a torrent.

“Today, I have the license to say what Mommy always says because the worst has really happened.”

Mommy is my mother. She is noted for making strong statements like, “the worst has happened.” Then when you dig deeper to find out what really happened, she tells you something far from worst like, “I can’t find the receipt I brought home the other day!”

However, the look on Fidelis’ face tells me this worst he is talking about is worst indeed. He then lets me in,

“Philip has impregnated Susan!”

Hearing these words sends a wave of shock through my body that I can’t adequately explain. My cool morning metamorphoses into a very hot one. Within moments I find myself on the floor. I shiver uncontrollably, tears roll down my cheeks.

Philip is Susan’s father! Susan, who is in her mid-teens used to live with me before my family and I made the move to the United States. She is like a daughter to us but we didn’t formally adopt her because the adoption process was daunting. When we had to leave our home country, Cameroon, her father requested that we let her stay with him. I wasn’t supportive of the decision seeing as he is a widower. Yet he is her biological father. We couldn’t say no so we let her go live with him. Biggest mistake of our lives.

I lie on the rug in my living room trembling and filled with regrets. I know sexual abuse is real but I didn’t know someone I love and cherish would go through that dark path.

Statistics say 1 in every four girls will be sexually abused before they become adults. Think of four girls you know… one of them could be a victim. One I know is a victim. After receiving such a traumatizing piece of information, I seek to speak with Susan. She tells me the whole story. For the first few months after we left her, things went well and she always had the highest scores in her class. Things started going south with her when her father started attempting to go down south on her body.

“Sometimes I will wrestle until he will go away. Sometimes I will wrestle until he will succeed and force his way,” she tells me. 

Her father secluded her from interacting with ANYONE, eventually got her pregnant in the process then gave her medicine to abort the baby. It was the pains from the abortion that caused her to run away from home and tell her whole story to a complete stranger. The stranger took her to the police and her Dad was eventually arrested. He is still in jail trying to negotiate release on bail.

As she tells me the story, I am in shock. How can a father do this to his own daughter? While she lived with me, I told her parts of her body no one should touch. What could she do when her own father, her supposed protector and mentor became a sexual predator and the first man to have carnal knowledge of her?

At this point, incest is no longer one of those things I read about on websites or in books and doubt their authenticity. It is something I see and feel. It is real. It is not fiction, it is non-fiction. It is a nightmare I want to wake up from but this is no dream. Incest is a reality.

This has caused me to embark on raising more awareness about sexual abuse on my blog, Precious Core. I speak with Susan almost everyday to make sure she is doing well. I know there are many Susans out there who are still suffering. Sexual predators could be fathers, grandfathers, cousins, uncles, teachers, anyone!

In contributing my quota to creating a better world for women, I must call sexual abuse by name and deal with it. It is a silent epidemic; far too rampant yet many victims keep quiet. We need to be aggressive in dealing with this because victims suffer far-reaching consequences, ranging from suicide, to promiscuity and low self- image.

I’m glad my Susan told herself, ” I have to put an end to this ” and sought freedom. She is back in school, no longer pregnant (the abortion went through) and living with a Good Samaritan she met at the police station.

I am raising my daughters to be fierce women. I never want to see this sort of affliction ever again. Ever!

*Philip and Susan are not the real names of those involved in the story.

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18 Comments

  1. This post moved me deep in my spine. I remember I have gone through this before when I was barely little. It was with a pastor that was close to us. I didnt understand what was going on but it created a mark in my heart. I never confided in anyone but my elder sister and it was just recently I opened up to her. I thank God for turning my life around. The deher thought he had me but look who is smiling. Thanks for sharing and I pray Susan gets better. I blog at http://www.deveinmesite.wordpress.com

  2. Oh Judith thank you for sharing your experience. Sexual abuse is far too rampant. It's a good thing you opened up. May God cover every scar this has left in your life.
    Thank you for stopping by, dear.

  3. I know dear. What can one say after hearingthis kind of story?

  4. This is just unbelievable!! Totally wrong. I can never comprehend it! How can a man do this to the child he gave birth to? I can't even imagine how you felt. The worst indeed happened.

    We honestly need to speak up more about sexual awareness / education, and I'm glad you've decided to do that on your blog.

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  5. Nice post, thank you for sharing your experience

    Ann

  6. Thanks for reading, Ann.

  7. Kachee, I have heard such stories before and I often wondered if they were real. Now I know better.
    Thanks for stopping by, dear.

  8. *deep sigh* That man shhould be hanged. Ah ah. Wickedness. Well I'm happy she survived and is back up on her feet again. Please make efforts to check up on her often ma'am. Very touching story.
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  9. I'm in regular touch with her, dear. So sad!

  10. OMG!this is sad. precious dear, what of the good Samaritan she's staying with now,does she she know him/her well? we don't want a repetition abeg. pls confirm.

  11. I speak with the Good Samaritan from time to time. Sounds like a really good person. This will never happen again oo. Once beaten, twice shy.
    Thanks for your concern, dear.

  12. Hmmmm repe cook soup wan be first man for taste am, as our people say here. Very sad and yes, incest, sexual abuse is real. Thanks for raising the voice on this time we start talking about these useless taboos destroying lives! I pray your Susan is doing great. Ashia oh.

  13. I tell you say eh, repe wan be first person for chop. We're healing gradually sis. Thank you!

  14. This is so pathetic. I pray she overcomes the psychological trauma

  15. So pathetic, Chi Chi. She's healing gradually.

  16. I can't believe it. I'm totally cringing right now. Perverts everywhere.

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  17. Perverts everywhere indeed!

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