*clears throat and wipes sweat with handkerchief* <> <> <> This write-up is (as the others) purely fictional; this is just to dismiss the thought that any other post which was fictional is true. I apologise for any similarities in names, areas, situations and the sensitivity of the subject matter.
Now to the reason you opened this link in the first place. :D. I remember when I used to live in a face-me-i-face-you somewhere in the roughest part of Mushin. Not that things were bad for me at the time, I just wanted to stand on my own. I left the comfort of my parent's house just to prove that I was a man.
Ofcourse the consequence was disastrous. Since then I vowed never to leave home until I was ready. Not after surviving on N10 garri, N5 sugar, N5 groundnut and tap water daily for almost a year. Things were so bad that I would soak the garri with a lot of water before leaving the house in the morning; My goal was to have the garri swell up by the time I returned at night .
There were times when my clothes smelled of otapiapia (locally made liquid insecticide) because I had to douse my mosquito-infected room with cheap insect repellent. I avoided gatherings where my old school friends were present because of the ignominy of poverty. Many other things happened to me, some of which I can't speak of....anyhow sha, God knows best.
However an incident occurred in my compound that led to my prodigal son-like return to my parents. I was wrongly accused and as such was in police custody for a day...the painful thing is after 24 long hours of torture and inhumane treatment, the officials at Alakara police station told me to walk free again that it was just a case of mistaken identity; I was furious.
A little girl was molested in my compound and it got really messy. Shockingly, Baba Deji the vulcaniser was the perpetrator. The paedophile's room was next to mine and I swear I had no idea he constantly forced his way with little girls below the age of 10 in that same room. I just knew he had dvds of Ben10 and Merlin. Children always stayed in his room to watch "film".....Ashey d man used his coloured 14" TV to lure the unsuspecting youngsters.
Baba Deji used to be married to a woman who relocated to Ijebu with her children after a prolonged quarrel. People in the compound swore that Mama Deji has the biggest bottom ever seen by naked eyes...no wonder no-one ever suspected his nefarious activities with the little girls.
Iya Risi (the compound olofofo) noticed Doyinsola, an 8year old girl walking strangely and constantly fanning her private part one quiet saturday afternoon; this was just after she walked out of Baba Deji's room. She beckoned to the girl and checked her out, only to find a large deposit of semen around her thighs. She shrieked in horror as she raised an alarm. In less than 5seconds, everyone gathered at Baba Deji's door.
We heard Baba Deji moan and grunt loudly and maliciously destroyed the door. To my greatest surprise, he was lost in his own world as he defiled yet another girl. About 3 other kids were there watching cartoon while he performed this horrible act on the defenceless kid. He didn't even hear the knocks or the bangs as we broke the door and got in.
You can trust 9ja people na, they wan lynch the man but Pa Kolawole intervened and sought for the man to explain himself. Baba Deji told everyone amidst sobs and tears that it was "the devil's work" as he explained his modus operandi. Apparently, he lures them in with biscuits, sweets, cartoons and sleeps with them, then he gives them N10 and warns them sternly not to tell anyone. He had been doing it for about 6-months till the long arm of the frog caught him. Sadly, he had repeatedly violated all the girls between ages 5-10 living on the street before he was caught.
The people called for his blood again as mothers began to wail in anguish and people cursed his generation. After about 2hours of intense deliberation, the elders decided to bury the hatchet and everyone went about their business. Mama Doyin who wept bitterly during the deliberations dressed up and went to report at the police station.
I lay in bed that night fiddling with my palito when I heard voices outside my room. Shortly afterwards, my door was knocked. I opened up almost immediately and was arrested for violating under-aged girls.....To be honest, I was scared out of my wits. I kept on pleading and explaining my innocence but the law enforcement officers would have none of it. I was beaten, spat on and called names as I was bundled into the waiting van.
The next day, my neighbours came to the station to prove my innocence and I was eventually released. Baba Deji on the other hand was in the police net but all the kids he molested remained defiled and psychologically scarred. I wept inside as I rode the bus to my parent's house with my belongings; A Ghana-must-Go bag
1) I learnt never to jump the gun and to always take action at the appropriate time.
2) I discovered that any sexual desire towards a child is unhealthy and punishable under the law.
3) I saw that there is nothing hidden under the sun for long.
4) I found out that many females out there have suffered one form of sexual harassment or the other growing up.
5) I concluded that paedophalia (a strong sexual desire for children) is a spiritual problem that must be exorcised (delivered through pankere mimo).
PS: Men control your urges!!! Women protect your children!!! Kids beware of overtly friendly "uncles"!!! Together we can wage a war against sexual offenders especially those that pick on minors....Let's rid the world of this leprosic plague eating her flesh. So help us God *picks up AK-47*
Now to the reason you opened this link in the first place. :D. I remember when I used to live in a face-me-i-face-you somewhere in the roughest part of Mushin. Not that things were bad for me at the time, I just wanted to stand on my own. I left the comfort of my parent's house just to prove that I was a man.
Ofcourse the consequence was disastrous. Since then I vowed never to leave home until I was ready. Not after surviving on N10 garri, N5 sugar, N5 groundnut and tap water daily for almost a year. Things were so bad that I would soak the garri with a lot of water before leaving the house in the morning; My goal was to have the garri swell up by the time I returned at night .
There were times when my clothes smelled of otapiapia (locally made liquid insecticide) because I had to douse my mosquito-infected room with cheap insect repellent. I avoided gatherings where my old school friends were present because of the ignominy of poverty. Many other things happened to me, some of which I can't speak of....anyhow sha, God knows best.
However an incident occurred in my compound that led to my prodigal son-like return to my parents. I was wrongly accused and as such was in police custody for a day...the painful thing is after 24 long hours of torture and inhumane treatment, the officials at Alakara police station told me to walk free again that it was just a case of mistaken identity; I was furious.
A little girl was molested in my compound and it got really messy. Shockingly, Baba Deji the vulcaniser was the perpetrator. The paedophile's room was next to mine and I swear I had no idea he constantly forced his way with little girls below the age of 10 in that same room. I just knew he had dvds of Ben10 and Merlin. Children always stayed in his room to watch "film".....Ashey d man used his coloured 14" TV to lure the unsuspecting youngsters.
Baba Deji used to be married to a woman who relocated to Ijebu with her children after a prolonged quarrel. People in the compound swore that Mama Deji has the biggest bottom ever seen by naked eyes...no wonder no-one ever suspected his nefarious activities with the little girls.
Iya Risi (the compound olofofo) noticed Doyinsola, an 8year old girl walking strangely and constantly fanning her private part one quiet saturday afternoon; this was just after she walked out of Baba Deji's room. She beckoned to the girl and checked her out, only to find a large deposit of semen around her thighs. She shrieked in horror as she raised an alarm. In less than 5seconds, everyone gathered at Baba Deji's door.
We heard Baba Deji moan and grunt loudly and maliciously destroyed the door. To my greatest surprise, he was lost in his own world as he defiled yet another girl. About 3 other kids were there watching cartoon while he performed this horrible act on the defenceless kid. He didn't even hear the knocks or the bangs as we broke the door and got in.
You can trust 9ja people na, they wan lynch the man but Pa Kolawole intervened and sought for the man to explain himself. Baba Deji told everyone amidst sobs and tears that it was "the devil's work" as he explained his modus operandi. Apparently, he lures them in with biscuits, sweets, cartoons and sleeps with them, then he gives them N10 and warns them sternly not to tell anyone. He had been doing it for about 6-months till the long arm of the frog caught him. Sadly, he had repeatedly violated all the girls between ages 5-10 living on the street before he was caught.
The people called for his blood again as mothers began to wail in anguish and people cursed his generation. After about 2hours of intense deliberation, the elders decided to bury the hatchet and everyone went about their business. Mama Doyin who wept bitterly during the deliberations dressed up and went to report at the police station.
I lay in bed that night fiddling with my palito when I heard voices outside my room. Shortly afterwards, my door was knocked. I opened up almost immediately and was arrested for violating under-aged girls.....To be honest, I was scared out of my wits. I kept on pleading and explaining my innocence but the law enforcement officers would have none of it. I was beaten, spat on and called names as I was bundled into the waiting van.
The next day, my neighbours came to the station to prove my innocence and I was eventually released. Baba Deji on the other hand was in the police net but all the kids he molested remained defiled and psychologically scarred. I wept inside as I rode the bus to my parent's house with my belongings; A Ghana-must-Go bag
1) I learnt never to jump the gun and to always take action at the appropriate time.
2) I discovered that any sexual desire towards a child is unhealthy and punishable under the law.
3) I saw that there is nothing hidden under the sun for long.
4) I found out that many females out there have suffered one form of sexual harassment or the other growing up.
5) I concluded that paedophalia (a strong sexual desire for children) is a spiritual problem that must be exorcised (delivered through pankere mimo).
PS: Men control your urges!!! Women protect your children!!! Kids beware of overtly friendly "uncles"!!! Together we can wage a war against sexual offenders especially those that pick on minors....Let's rid the world of this leprosic plague eating her flesh. So help us God *picks up AK-47*
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