Story: True Life Story Of An Addict… (18 +) Season 1

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Story: True Life Story Of An Addict… (18 +) Season 1

A story written by Olufemi Abbey…

This is not one of the stories you might have read. This my life, what I went through. I felt like sharing this. Who knows? Probably there are people like me who might have gone through or are going through same experience. I will not bore you with fables. So, sit back and relax.

Introduction.

Purity is by God’s grace, yes. However, parents must stand up to the challenge of nurturing their wards to becoming pure as commanded by God in the Bible. As for me though, I wasn’t. Thanks to my parents’ divorce and deaths, and my unwillingness to chastice myself.

After finishing my FSLC (First School Leaving Certificate) sponsored by my mother, I left her house for my dad’s to continue my secondary education. Filled with the euphoria for a new adventure, I rumbled in happiness – along with my elder brother who happened to start his own education same time as I started. We left our mum. She was both happy and sad: happy because our father will henceforth foot our school bills and second, she would miss her two sons. We shared her dilemna, too. But as young lads, the former was what we were on the llok out for. We had imagined freedom, enjoyment, adventure and making new friends. We would live a more suitable lifestyle, after all, our father was on the payroll of Nigerian National Petroleum Corporation.

All my life until that moment, my brother and I had been jumping places: aunties, uncles, relations…and so on. It was in my granny’s house that I first experienced what will later haunt me: s*x! I was only 5 years old when a sister, who at that time would be 4 times older than me, lured me into her room and had carnal knowledge of me. Child abuse right? Stupidly though, I didn’t tell anyone. I guess I was enjoying it or I probably don’t know what I was doing. This went on for years until my decided that we’ve overstayed our welcome in granny’s house after roughly 5-6 years with her.



I left my granny’s, but the experience didn’t leave me. There is no day I don’t reminisce about it, even now. I didn’t know why I kept mute about this but obviously, it was one decision I regret not making. It did hunt me.

My father was a man of many women. He was a scholar, a Ph.D holder when it comes to doing the ‘Adam’ with women. He had six wives, my mum his first, and so many concubines. My brother, my elder sister and myself are the result of his union with my mum.

My brother and I arrived our father’s house, full of excitement and hope. Without much-ado, we were enrolled into one of the finest secondary schools in Ikorodu axis (name withheld) to begin our secondary education.

Months passed. Two years later, my mum died. She passed away after a brief illness. We were young. Much younger to be without a mother. Being assured by our father’s promises, we lived on. I may not tell you guys what we went through in his house. That’s another soap opera itself. Alas, 4 years after our mother’s demise, our father died too. He was shot by robbers when he ran into an operation scene. #SeeGobe

To Be Continued…