The Agony of Beauty(1)……..Moyosore Teniola

(A Story on the Sexual Abuse of the Girl Child)

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It is end of semester again. My two room mates and dear friends, Wuraola and Becky packed their luggages, ready to travel home for the semester break. I was so reluctant to go home and my friends noticed this. Wuraola, the most quiet of us was the first to mention it.

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‘Why is your packing so slow, Beauty?’ She asked. I shrugged my shoulders, ‘I feel weak’, I responded. Becky, the most cheerful and lousy amongst us replied,

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‘Hmmmmmm, Effico! It is exam tension. It’s a good thing that you are going home already, at least, you will have enough time to rest’. ‘Indeed’, I answered absent mindedly, and continued with my packing.

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They both assisted me to get my luggages ready. It has always been our custom to move to the motor garage together whenever we were travelling for the semester break. Though our destinations are different, we board our buses at the same park.

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Rapid tears dripped out of my eyes and I quickly wiped them before my friends could notice it. I looked at Wuraola and our eyes met, she smiled. ‘Don’t tell me you will miss us’, she gave me a hug and wiped my tears with her handkerchief.

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‘Thank you, I will try not to’, I replied. She actually thought I shed those tears because I would miss them. Poor girl… But wait! I am the object of pity here. Sincerely, I really wish I am either Becky or Wuraola at this moment, I would have been the happiest to go home right now, I thought. Maybe it was my Mum or Dad, i wouldn’t know but whoever gave me the name ‘Beauty’ probably made the greatest mistake of his or her life.

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Indeed, I am beautiful but i really have the feeling that if I was given another name, that might possibly be a minus to my beauty and reduce my good looks. I might not have gone through so much trouble in these few years of my existence.

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Well, can I say what will be will be, whether I was named Beauty or not? Should I blame my mother for a little bit of negligence or should I say my fate is my fate, nothing could have changed it? But how could fate be this cruel to me?

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What a dizzy world… I feel so bitter right now and in this agony of my heart, I write my story…

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I am a 300 level Accountancy student in the University. I have always excelled in my academics and I earned the nick name ‘Effico’ which my colleagues call me. I am a combination of beauty and brain…
My parents loved the Lord and they tried their best in making sure that we were led in the path of godliness.

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I enjoyed my family so much because Dad and Mum love and respect each other. Everything was going on fine until Daddy died in a motor accident when I was in SS3, my final year in Secondary School.

 

Life became nearly unbearable for us because Mum never worked. She was a full-time house wife until Daddy died. It was worse to the extent that she couldn’t afford to give us three meals per day. My elder brother dropped out of the University because Mummy couldn’t pay his school fees. My younger sister and I were withdrawn from the private school that we both attended and were admitted to a public school. There was no help in sight.

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Though my Mum loved her children so much but because she could no longer shoulder all our responsibilities, she had to ask me to stay with her younger sister who lived at Jos after I finished writing my Senior School Certificate Examination. At first, i refused, but after much persuasion, I reluctantly agreed.

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My Aunt came from Jos and I got my luggage ready in order to go with her.The day I parted with my Mum, I wept my eyes sore. Seeing my Mum and younger sister wave at me at the park was too much for me to bear.

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My Aunt held me close to her as we both climbed the luxurious bus heading for Jos. ‘Why will such a beautiful young girl cry so much?’ Asked the man seated close to us. My Aunt told him my plight. He only shook his head and said to me, ‘All will be Well, Okay? I smiled faintly. ‘Will all really be well?’ I thought to myself.

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Since Daddy died, all has never been well. My Daddy was the most handsome and kind hearted man I had ever known. A few drop of tears escaped from my eyes as I remembered my Dad… ‘May all be well’, I whispered to myself and slept off.

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To be continued in the next episode.

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Moyosore Teniola is the founder of the  Esteem Ladies’ Foundation page on Facebook. She is a wife, mother, speaker, writer, social media influencer, relationship and lifestyle coach. Her writings serve as an inspiration to young girls and adults all over the globe. She is available to speak to school students, young girls and career women. She is very passionate about raising a generation of godly teenagers and building matured christian adults. 

She can be reached for mentorship or diacussion on Facebook //Moyosore Balogun Teniola.

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