My father used to beat me with cane soaked in water to teach me a lesson. I'm in my late twenties and honestly, I have gone through a lot in the hands of men that I one time had androphobia, which is the fear of men. I had to go to therapy for it.

My father used to beat me with cane soaked in water to teach me a lesson. I'm in my late twenties and honestly, I have gone through a lot in the hands of men that I one time had androphobia, which is the fear of men. I had to go to therapy for it. Our mum had died when our last born was only 2 years old so the role of motherhood automatically came on my head. My father on the other hand was a terrible man. Don't come and say it's because his wife died, no o, his wife died because he never stopped beating her. The day my mother died, my father had just finished beating her 5 minutes ago. We rushed her to the hospital because she was unresponsive and we had to lie that she had a home accident. Doctors said she had internal bleeding and couldn't help her at that moment. I thought that would be the point where my father's life would change, you know the moment when a person is so full of regret and they like get all remorseful and start promising to change or the moment where a person was so full of regret and goes on to commit suicide. I prayed for the latter sha, he was of no use to us anyways but my father was the opposite. When doctors announced that she had passed, he didn't even act like he heard anything. It sounded more like he was relieved than sad. After my mum died, it was my turn. it was my turn. I was still in junior secondary school all those times. I would wake up as early as 4am to cook food my junior ones would take to school with them. I would wash all the plates, clean the house. I also always had to wash my father's clothes every morning. Trust me, every morning, he had clothes of his that I must wash before stepping out to school. The day I'm unable to wash it, I would go back to heaven on a quick visit and come back. It was a case of child abuse. 😭 I remember one time, for 2 consecutive days, I forgot to wash my dad's clothes before going to school. Then the next thing on the assembly ground I saw a figure like my dad's walking towards the assembly ground. I immediately ran to the back of my proprietress shouting "don't let him come near me o" had I known, I shouldn't have done that. I didn't think that these people wouldn't come home with me o. When I got home that day, he flogged me to the point of me tainting, he poured me water and continued beating me saying "if you like die like your mother, I'll finally have peace of mind". When I couldn't take the abuse anymore, I complained to my school proprietress and she was the one that did all the paper works that took my siblings and I out of this man's house. We lived with an aunt from my mother's side. The second terrible experience I had with men was in the early days of University. I was a fresher, a fresher that didn't study in her first year but was falling in love. I didn't now fall in love with a year one student, I went to meet a finalist. He was a Yoruba boy from Ibadan. When I newly resumed to the faculty for my registration, he was among the excos that assisted with the entire process. I didn't even pay much attention to him at the time I still had the 5.0 mindset in my head then. The registration process didn't end in one day and I had to come back for it. ka Chico.