Whenever  I think of the tongues wagging in condemnation of my act I wonder if the heavens judge me too.
 Thats how ny sisters letter to me began......

Dear Sister,
I am sorry for running away from home but please sister it was necessary. I could not stand to see you hurt considering my mistake. I know i have deprived you of being an aunt, looking back at it now am sure you would have given me your support; but what was I to do.
Sister I WAS SCARED, remember that boy you warned me about you always said he was good for nothing  and each time i picked up a fight with you.

Sister, he went under my pant and did that thing to me, it was not sweet like my friends told me, it was painful. They akso said my painful menstrual flow will stop one year after that incident it still hurts.

This is how it happened.....
I woke up vomiting one morning when you were away, mother asked me and itold her it was the okra soup that i ate the previous night. Later that day I called Effiong Ata Utop but he was not at his palm wine joint that hot afternoon. In the evening he came to see me under the "UDARA" tree. I told him I was carrying his baby he laughed it off and he dragged me off to a chemist and forced down my throat drugs of all sorts.
I began to bleed that night, mother was getting suspicious and I made my escape. Effiong Ata Utop took me to a quack who used some scary and huge stainless objects to insert into my womb, I screamed with the life threatening pain put he kept on like some skilled workman. I passed out and woke up in a pool of my own blood.
My dear Sister as I write you this letter i have a pipe attached to my bladder because am unable to pass urine normally  there's also some blood clots in it. Sister you do know I love you, sister it seems my life is slowly fading away.

#girlfromthesouth