Monday, October 22, 2012
Delivered from rape: an unforgettable experience
An experience that taught me that I should be careful with men.
By Blessing Ibenegbu, Correspond Assistant to Prof Herbert Eze. Special for ASSIST News Service
NNEWI, NIGERIA (ANS) -- Can I ever forget the words of my auntís husband? It was during one of my long vacation holidays in my secondary school days that I had an experience which I would not forget in life. The unforgettable experience happened in the month of August 1999 at Kwoi in Kaduna State, Nigeria, where I went for my Junior WAEC (9th grade) long vacation at my auntís house.
My aunt happens to be my motherís immediate younger sister. She is married to one Mr. Kingsley Iferika, who is blessed with four kids as at then. The first daughter is Ifeoma, followed by Onyinye and Star while little Onyekachi was the last born then about six months old.
Mr. Iferika popularly addressed as Papa Ifeoma was a well known business tycoon, able bodied man, handsome, fair in complexion, tall and huge like a giant but selfishness made him behave unseemly that fateful cool but worried night.
It all started on the night of 19 August 1998. After the dayís business, he came back with his driver, took his dinner after bath and retired to bed. At midnight around 1: 30 am, my aunt started breathing heavily which made him (the husband) to wake up and rushed to her room. When he got to where she was lying, the situation seemed worst and unbearable. He rushed to the driverís room, woke him up and asked him to dress up so they would rush the wife to the hospital. They did that and left little Onyekachi behind.
Before they left, I was already awake because I am not a heavy sleeper. So I was already sitting beside the baby trying to stop him from crying when they came back. As soon as they arrived, the driver entered his room and continued sleeping while Papa Ifeoma sat on a cushion in the parlor. It was in that posture that he started off his drama.
After some minutes, I heard my name Nonyenwa and feigned not to have heard it. He called the second time and asked me to come to the parlor. Innocently, I came out carrying the baby. He demanded that I should sit on the cushion beside his own. I obeyed still imagining what he had in mind. To my greatest surprise, he called my name and said, ĎI need you, come and sleep with me.í I asked myself what could this man mean? He continued pleading, ďdo you know I love you? I Ďve been looking for an opportunity to let you know this but had not found any except today.Ē
With my mouth wide open, I was gazing at him. I called him Papa Ifeoma, and I asked him how would you be that selfish and ungodly to be demanding I sleep with you while your wife is lying on a sick in the hospital with a critical condition. It was as if fuel was poured on fire. He took the baby away from me and laid him inside the room. The heartless man knelt down pleading with me to comply. I left him in the room where the little boy was lying and walked out, but he followed me trying to force himself on me. I struggled with him from the room to the parlor and the little boy was crying.
God delivered me from his hand that night by His grace, and he left me without succeeding. After the whole scenario, I retired to the room but couldnít sleep. I kept praying that day should break.
The next day, I did the house chores, prepared the children including little Onyekachi who was taken to the hospital to see his mother. My auntís husband never gave up in his demand until the wife came back from hospital. I narrated the whole incident to her; she advised me and promised to speak with the husband about it.
One month later, I prepared to go back to my people. I went to the village without any gift item from my auntís husband except my transport fare. My people were surprised, and everyone marveled. They concluded that it must have been as a result of the expenditures made during the wifeís sickness that made him not to buy gifts for me. But their conclusion was far from the truth.
I revealed this secret only to my mum who comforted me and promised to buy all that I needed for me. It was quite
Prof. Eze can be reached at email@example.com
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