My Weird Colourful world

My name is Judith(I tried anonymity, but it didn’t work for me, lol). I am a female born and raised in Nigeria, who is tired of having to keep her experiences and lessons a secret for fear of stigmatization. I have lived through them and they don’t define me. Now I live forward enthusiastically!

I once was married, once was divorced, married at the date I started this blog………etc.

I write differently, please follow my style.

I am in my thirties, grew up in a supposed(let’s leave the drama for the future) wonderful family with one other sibling(a younger brother who has issues calling me sister Judith), yes I am educated and beautiful(at least I think so), but I am very controversial and so make enemies easily and get into trouble a lot. But trust me I have a good heart(so my mama said).
I am hoping this blog helps someone have a better life knowing that they are not alone.

My dad was high in the Police 👮‍♀️, a strong man with an AA genotype, my mum was in the teaching service 👩‍🏫, a wonderful lady despite having an SS genotype(Sickle Cell Anemia).

My mum was in the government teaching service, her salary was small according to my dad, so he continually tried to force her to resign, my mum didn’t argue with him. She worked her schedule with the help of colleagues to enable her keep her job on days he forced her to stay home. That’s how I grew up meeting them have those disagreements. Surely there was also the disagreements of infidelity as I once witnessed mum burn a female cloth she met in my dad’s service station when we went visiting.

I suppose most girls are called daddy’s girl but that wasn’t my case because as it turned out, my dad sexually abused me for years under the same roof as my mum. My parents surely weren’t prepared for marriage when they took in with my pregnancy. I do remember their court wedding taking place while I was about 5 years of age. I also grew up with uncles related and unrelated in my home and unfortunately atleast two of them also played inappropriately with me.

Let me tell you a weird experience, so I used to steal as a child, one day I was reported to dad for stealing biscuits, he takes me into his car we drive to a supermarket and he asks me to take whatever biscuits I wanted then on the drive home he fingered me in the car.

As I Exit the closet of shame and share my experiences, I wish myself the inner strength not to give up.

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32 thoughts on “My Weird Colourful world

  1. I’m here!!
    Couldn’t stand reading your story from the middle with the link you sent so i had to come all the way to the beginning.
    I’m definitely binge-reading till it is done.
    What a story!!! I had shivers…………..


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