StephanieUjumadu
A heart wrenching tale of survival, hope and the unbreakable spirit of a young girl trapped in a world of silence and shame.
I was only twelve when I was enrolled into convent school.
Life was already bleak for me, I didn't know what I wanted because I was a child, so I let people make decisions for me even when i wasn't comfortable with the decisions. Most times i just carried out whatever was decided for me without a sigh or murmur, not even when i was being bundled into the jeep that would take me to this godforsaken convent (which i now see as a prison from which i can never escape). I'm now fifteen years old and that's three years in the school. Many things going on which I couldn't say, everyone agreed and believed that I was fulfilling God's purpose in my life because I'd always been a special child. Different from my peers and way more mature.
I'd tried to conform to life in such a secluded place but even till now, I'm never relaxed. How could I be, when I was being molested by each and every single priest, both residential and visiting. I soon began to see myself as another martyr, born to suffer for the sins of other people. Once, I tried to tell reverend mother of my plight but she hushed me and ordered me never to speak such blasphemy again to anyone. Thus I carried this "blasphemy" with me vowing to take it to the grave, maybe this indeed was God's will for me.