Godswill Frank @goddyfrank

Some months ago I wrote JAMB and luckily I passed. Then I ran all the procedures before admission and was now waiting for admission.

While waiting for admission,I had my mind filled up with how and what I'll do when I get admitted
Firstly, I'll not stay in the hotel,but I'll have my own apartment,talking of apartment shey na me go pay. Mtcheew
Then,since am not a fan of garri but I've been managing since Tinubu regime,I told myself that am not going to go with garri,but that was only my plan sha cos it was in my mind. And other plans of attending every fellowship.
Thank God i was admitted into the university. Two weeks before the resumption,I told my parents about an apartment close to the school and the readily accept and I was very happy cos I thought it was gonna be hard to convince them.
Well,my happiness was short lived when I was texted my hostel payment receipts and my room number. Sha I can not underestimate my parents.
Plan A failed, I still got plan B sha, I told my parents to forget about giving me garri but should give other things double in exchange for the garri.
But two weeks after resumption,na me become prodigal,Campus shege wan finish me, I called home, although I was chastised but my garri was sent😁😁
University life no be for small pikin

Today was different from other Sundays. Waking up i knew that the rain was not going to stop anytime soon. And as the last Sunday of the month,i wasn't planning to stay back because I really wanted to use today to appreciate God and ask Him for guidance for the next Ember months.

While the rain was pouring heavily,I was preparing myself for service while my roommates were still cuddling in bed sleeping. I vowed that no matter what am not staying back.

After everything,my Bible and Hymnary well packed in my dugged bag,i headed for service. While in service i discovered many people could not attend the service according to them they'll use rain as an excuse.

I was asking myself if it was the normal business day,if they could stay back because of rain, which we already have the answer. A big NO.

After the service,the Preacher took his time to pray for us. Declaring that as we entered the rain to honor God that God will bless us more than the quantity of rain that fail on us

Knowing how soaked I was while coming,I believe that God's blessing was going to soaked me as well according to the Preacher's prayers . And I went home with a rainy blessings never to run dry.

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.