Godswill Frank @goddyfrank

So while in school, my dad had always told me how he had usually burnt his candle light everyday in his school days to read.
So i decided to try mine today and here's what happened.

Coming back from school,I decided to buy a candle stick to use for my experiment at night cos I was determined to see our it felt to read with a candle light cos I grew up reading with a lamp.
After everything,everybody went to sleep and I went to our study room to try it out.

I led the candle but funnily, I slept up few minutes into the reading not until I felt a hot feeling on my finger which was the dissolved wax of the candle.

I saw that the candle was already in its last stage there I discovered that its not how long the candle burn but how far you read while the candle lit that matters but I also knew that its better you used the method convenient to you in order to achieve your aim

My name is Ada, I grew up without any parental care apart from the ones I received from a foster mom who took me in after her child die.

Growing up,I was so attached to my foster mom as if she was my biological mother and she loved me unconditionally.

Our lives was in full blossom because she was a single mother not until her proposed boyfriend came into the picture.

Things started going wrong when my mom's boyfriend usually touched me carnally when mom wasn't around but I couldn't tell her because of fear.

It became worse when my mom decided to travel to her hometown for her uncle's burial which according to her wasn't a ceremony but a mourning.

After that day,my nightmares began as I was left alone with her boyfriend. Days passed without any help until the night before my mom gets back.

I was sleeping cuddling myself in the duvet when I felt it leaving my body,then i felt hands on me,I was really scared because I knew that no matter what happened I was all alone.
He dragged me down and told me to undress,I was fidgeting and shaken before he torn my dress leaving me only in my panties.
He pushed me down and forcefully torn the only cloths I had on and forced himself in me. I cried until I passed out waking up to find myself in a bath tub.
Out of fear and shame, I left the house without waiting for my mum's return with intentions of having revenge but after 2 days I heard about his death in a fatal accident.
But for years now I've been living with that rape trauma that I decided to voice it out to see if i can find that peace and joy again.
Do be silent.