Without a word, I understood those tears. They were tears that spoke volumes more than words.
Dad had been doing it with Faith too. But why will dad be this wicked? Why did he wear the garment of an angel but a heart of a monster?
We held ourselves for minutes as we both sobbed bitterly in each other’s arms. (This is a case of a dad’s involvement, there were instances where an elder brother subjected the younger sisters to sucking his penis until he cums.
Hmmm! Things are happening and that’s a story for another day.
They knew it was wrong but couldn’t talk being kids, but today as adults, the whole childhood early experience has contributed to the hatred meted out to him.
Faith narrated what she has been through in dad’s prison. I thought my case was pathetic but Faith’s own was more terrible.
Faith spent two hours telling me how it all started. Dad started sleeping with her at age eleven.
A time she was yet to menstruate. He started by putting his finger in my pant, then he told me never to tell anybody.
If not, he threatened to kill me. At a time, I couldn’t stand to hear the atrocities my dad had done to us. Mom was the genesis of our problems.
She was never available for us when we needed her. Dad played the role of a father and a mother.
Mom made dad’s life miserable because she saw him as an unbeliever. Dad never enjoyed mom’s intimacy.
Hence, he found solace in his daughter’s laps. If dad must die, Mom should die first. I will take vengeance as I live, I promised myself.
I can no longer wait for God’s judgment or the threats of my spirit husband. Their judgment is too slow.
The fear and terror of hell made me suspended my plans to kill my dad. As much as I wanted vengeance against him, the experience of hell I had in my dream was so scary and frightening.
Hell is not a place to be for a minute talk more of eternity. I rather swallow the venom of vengeance than go that terrible place.
But why would someone I am related with or any human creature in God’s image consciously or unconsciously be the one to make me go to hell? Your end will be terrible and full of regrets.
The few minutes I spent in the bottomless pit cannot be described with man’s language. If you are reading this story of ADENIKE, I beg you never to go to hell.
Some persons have sworn to take you to hell through the manipulation of their master the devil, please do not allow their plot to prevail over you.
Kindly live a life that heaven would be happy with you for.
Faith’s womb was removed but mom never knew what the real problem was.
After faith was discharged from the hospital, Dad fell sick. He started losing his memory and his thoughts.
He was transferred to the psychiatric hospital for more investigation. Dad spent two weeks at the psychiatric hospital before he was discharged because he began to gain his memory and thoughts back.
Our six months ultimatum given to us by our landlord would eventually expired in a few weeks.
He expected me to renew the rent as I did before, but it was too late. I had made up my mind never to do evil again.
I wanted to keep my body for the lord because I couldn’t bear what I saw in my dream and continue living a careless life.
My refusal to warm his bed got him angry so much that he gave us seven days to leave his house as against three weeks left from the original arrangement.
I wasn’t bothered this time because I had rather sleep on the street than offered him my body again.
We planned on how to move out before the seven days elapsed but had no money anywhere to even pay for a two-room apartment.
I will never go back to those men again neither will I allow anyone to use me for a price again.
Our pastor was contemplating bringing our loads into the old children’s class in the church.
The burden was just too heavy for the church at this time. Our uncles all abandoned us like they never existed.
Leaving our house would generate lots of embarrassment because of the debts we owed in the neighborhood.
We eventually moved our things to the old children’s class in our church. Also, we slept in the class for two days before dad went to scout with his friend.
Mom, myself and Faith put up with a church member. The frustrations and humiliations were unbearable but we had no option at the moment.
I went to a program with a friend in their church and the pastor made an altar call for those who wanted to give their lives to Christ. I was the first to step forward.
The sermon was too powerful to resist a follow-up call to give one’s life to Christ.
I rededicated my life to Christ and my peace began to come back again.
Dad became sick again so much that he was stinking.
Taking care of him was really a big sacrifice. We had no money to give him good care.
The church tried their best but couldn’t solve all our problems. I became a regular member of God’s people church where I gave my life to Christ.
I don’t miss their hour of visitation that usually holds every Friday. Dad’s health deteriorated so badly.
Deliverance was conducted on me and the spirit husband left. But the pastor told me that my deliverance and that of my family would only be completed if my dad confesses all his atrocities.
(For anyone who must have sexually molested anyone, please go and look for him or her and confess, apologize and be delivered for the curse to be broken over you and your generation).
After my deliverance, the spirit husband came into my dream to molest me like the other times but I resisted.
He attempted raping me but we fought dirty and he sustained a big injury on his head and lost so much of blood.
His men who used to be with him during other visits didn’t come with him this time around. He laid down helpless and that was his last visit.
A pastor began to visit dad to persuade him to confess his sins and be free but my dad was adamant for months until he became blind and his heart was failing.
On the 16th of December, my dad told me to invite that pastor and our own pastor too.
I pleaded with the pastor to please come and see my dad. He was reluctant because he seems to have lost hope on my dad and resolved that he would let my dad die in his sin since he refused to confess his sins.
He finally agreed and a meeting date was agreed upon.
I am making my confession not because I want God to heal me, but so that my family can be free from what I caused them as a result of my atrocities.
Pastor, please I want more mothers to be invited to listen to my confession, my dad requested.
Our pastor called the women leaders of our church and within thirty minutes the room was filled to capacity.
Firstly, I want to plead for mercy from my lovely daughters, Adenike and her siblings for all I did to them.
All that happened was caused by my wife. She placed her career above her family and left the care of the children to me.
She was never available for us, so I took over her role as a mother. I was my children’s father and mother. My wife starved me of sex all through our years of marriage.
Sometimes, we could stay for eight months without meeting each other as husband and wife.
She said I have an evil spirit and she doesn’t want me to infect her with my evil spirit.
I found comfort in my children, the comfort I never found in my wife.
They became my wife I never had and were so close to me.
Even though I threatened my wife with getting sexual satisfaction elsewhere if she will not give me and she gave me the go-ahead.
That was the beginning of the dilemma in my family.
I have slept with all my children and aborted their pregnancies several times except for Grace.
I molested my daughters for long and my wife wasn’t aware.
The charm I did on them was to stop them from telling anyone about what I was doing to them. I know I may not live because the day I make a confession as told by the herbalist is the day I would die.
I alsoooooo…, Dad was unable to complete that statement when he was attacked with hiccups and he gave up the ghost.
People in the room couldn’t hold back their tears. It was a festival of tears.
Everyone in the room wept bitterly not because my dad passed on but for the emotional confession.
God forgave our sins but every member of the family was left with a scar.
Faith lost her womb, I was tested HIV positive, Mom went into a coma and she became paralyzed partially, Christianah dropped out of School and Grace died.
You can see what the sin of one man caused my family.
Mothers reading this story should remember that they will face God one day to give an account of their role as mothers.
Fathers, no matter how much you love your children, especially female children, know when to set the boundary.
Youths and Children who are going through what I and my sisters went through should speak up and be free.
I may be HIV positive but I am free and now happy not minding my tears. I have to voice out for all to hear my story but I am happy especially with the hope of eternal life in Christ.
Dear readers, I believe you have learned a lesson or the other about ADENIKE’S story?
Kindly say something in the comments section below.