Thi House Boy Abused 7 year Old Children in his care: Story Narrated by the girl

Note: This is a true story.  The names have been changed so that it does not directly affect image of the owner of the story.

My name is Adanne, the first child and daughter of my parents.
As a child, I experienced domestic abuse from my father's apprentices and our neighbour's house boy.

I will start with my father's boy. His name is Uche. I was still in primary school then, about 7 to 9 years.

It all started on night, when my parents went to pay acondolence visit to our neighbour who lost his father.
I was in the palour with Chimezie when the power went off and everywhere was dark.
He called out my name and asked me not to move so that he could get to me and take me along with him to get the candles.
I did as he said.
We got the candles and matches, came back and sat in the palour still in darkness. I could not figure out why he refused to light the candles.

After some minutes,  he took my hand and rested it on his laps. Then he made me to  fumble with his body from his waist down. (Here she started to cry as she spoke).
He even forcefully put his sexual organ into my mouth, such that I was almost choking.

Then I started to cry and he stopped. He quickly dried my tears and was making some promises that I can not remember.  For some reasons, I agreed with him, not to tell anyone.

This continued to happen for so long until one day, he stole from my father and he was sent away.

Then, I always had sour in my mouth. If I showed my mother, she will scold at me, saying that I should stop using other children's cups and spoon in school.
She also applied penicillin ointment on the sour, and made me to swallow vitamin c syrup.

The House Boy Story:

My mum goes to teach in a primary school located at the outskirt of the town we lived in while my dad goes to his shop every week day.

For this reason, I come home from school, do all I had to do and go to stay with our neighbour's son and their house boy.

(She started to cry again as she spoke).
The house boy repeated the same kind of thing the Uche did to me.

Initially, he would send Nnamdi, our neighbour's son on an errand.
Later, he allowed him stay in our presence.

Any time we got back from school, he will buy somethings for us and warn us not tell. He would even beat us if we disobeyed some of his orders.
It continued for a very long time.

This fostered a relationship between I and Nnamdi such that at times when we are alone, we would do what the house boy showed us.

Nnamdi went extra miles to do the same to girls in his School.

I remember a certain woman who came to the house, to quarrel with Nnamdi's mum over her little daughter.

So many things happened my dear, so much that I cannot express or even believe right now.

After about one week, the house boy was chased away.

My experience taught a lot about how close I must be with my children. My little daughter tells me everything.
Each day I come home,  we take time to talk, I ask her the right questions and she is so innocent,  just 6 years old.

Adanne is 30 years old now, married with a daughter, lives in Nigeria and a busy mum.
Her story touched me so much. I wonder how many people who had such experience. I could not share everything here because they are rather too personal. 

Lesson learnt: Do not always leave you little child alone with an opposite sex for too long.
Always look out for any changes on their body, if you see any, ask them questions.
Escalate any suspicion.
As a parent, Educate my spouse and always talk about any suspicion. 

This is for you
How has this story touched you?
What do you think Adanne's mother would have done better?
Do you think she should speak about it with her mother?

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