Chronicle Of Blog Visitor Narratives!

OXYGEN AND MAGNESIUM!!!

NARRATIVE NUMBER ONE

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM CRIES OUT.

Hello Stella you are a blessing to this generation may God richly bless

you...Stella i need advice from you and fellow blog visitors...

I am a victim of domestic violence ..my husband hits me at the slightest

provocation.I am a married lady with 2 kids (sons).

since we got married in 2010 he has hit me severally after which he would plead and cry that he wouldn't do it anymore that its the devil and so on i would forgive him we would get back together and after some time he would hit me again .

I have prayed about this and still praying..i worry so much cos i'm confused

i have sought advice from a few pple who thinks i should leave the

marriage.my mum and brother practically thinks that i should leave him

with the kids and move on that when the kids grow they would look for the mum..but i love my kids and wont want them growing up 2 be like their father 

he can be so manipulative also.i think i need to leave this marriage but my

problems are i dont have anything doing for now and i'm still a student in

my 200level.i cant fend for the kids and also pay my school fees.most times i worry so much cos i dont know what to do, how to start and where to go...i need your advice and that of fellow blog visitors as well.

 please i need advice  that would encourage me cos i'm down as i type

this.....

Aside from advise may i suggest that you buy running shoes?you want to die for love?isnt there family that can help you out?have you sought help?dont keep quiet and die in silence oh!

speak out if you really love your kids.go to a domestic violence office in your locality and find out how they can help you.file beating cases at the police station.

All the best.

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NARRATIVE NUMBER TWO

WHEN UNCLE ASKS FOR SEX.....

Dear Stella, I trust this mail meets you well. I wish I could write my story including names, place,time and text messages, I really wish I could but I'm afraid..........

 We had always been a close knit happy family. My parents were comfortable , won't describe them as super rich but at least we didn't lack. My dad didn't quite believe in allowing us go spend time with family members but our house was open to them and indeed they came in droves especially as dad was a very generous man, he was training a lot of their children. 

 We were 3 kids, 2 girls and a boy, i,being the ‎first, my brother the last. 

I had just finished my SSCE in 2012 when my dad died. His family came, threw my mum out, took possession of the house and took us to our aunty's house to live‎. They tried to brainwash us into believing our mum is responsible for our dad's death and I know it's not true.

they made promises of training us to the highest level of education we want etc but as I write, I work in a store as a sales girl now. We've been turned to slaves. Within myself, I said if I can't go to school for now, at least my younger ones should go, they both finished a year after me, (my bro was very good and got into js1 from pry4.)so I approached one of our uncles who is doing well now and was reasonably close to us and really nice when Dad was alive. 

While telling him our present predicament and how I needed him to help train my younger ones, as I spoke, I cried, he started petting me and touching my breasts,i was shocked and withdrew from him immediately, he began to pull me towards him roughly,dragging my hand towards his trousers to feel his hard on , strength came from nowhere and I pushed him away from me. he said "you are not a child ", I left his place in shock, in short I died. 

He sent the first sms threatening me not to say a word to anyone and subsequently, he said if I really love my younger ones and I want their progress, I should sleep with him, there's nothing new under the sun. This is a man who is married, this is a man whose children are older than me, a man to whom my father was of immense help. He has sent me up to 25 love and lewd texts till date.

 I've not been able to tell even my mum who has been depressed and has not recovered since, they don't allow her see us, we only talk on phone. I thought of sending the texts to my uncle's wife and children as well as to key family members but I've just been afraid 

 My Sister started learning hairdressing this January while my brother is a teacher in a primary school, that was my auntie's new year package for us o, she said " university is not by force, it's not everyone that goes to the university that makes it in life"

 That's my story, I know God will see us through.

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