Ms Eunice (pt2)

The story starts from here.

Perhaps, you may ask: How did I get out of there?

Well, I got good grades in primary school and a wealthy neighbour promised to pay for my secondary and university.

He did, and honestly, I am grateful for he is one of the few that have since shown me kindness apart from my father.

We never used to get visited at school. It was simply too far away from home and the money our parents would have used for transportation, they sent us to use.

Unfortunately, because I got a sponsor, I went to slightly better schools from my siblings and so our time together stopped in primary school.

We grew apart. Only seeing each other in holidays which were always short.

Add the fact that we would be sent to relatives in said holidays and the valley between us continued to grow.

I don’t blame my parents though. These were times when you would get something from your relatives while returning to school. Part of your school fees, ‘grab’, and so on.

While at school though, something happened that would change my life. In my A’level, this teacher that I trusted so much started making advances at me.

I refused but he threatened to fail me if I refused.

Perhaps should have reported but I was so scared to say anything about it. I had heard that some male teachers would do this from time to time.

I finally gave in and it wasn’t so bad at first. He would lull me into feeling secure and cherished. Giving me extra money to buy breakfast and the like. Mind you, this was small monies he could afford.

Then it came.

One day, out of nowhere, he said I had to “be his proper girlfriend.” Wasn’t I already? Naive, right.

He got to remain behind one night. Our dormitories were across the school and we remained alone.

Should have been a red flag and it was. I was scared! Asked whether a friend should stay behind as we had been taught in our sex education class but…you can imagine.

He forced himself on me and I could do nothing but zone out till he was finished.

I fixed myself up best I could, and went back to the dormitory.

I had to wash the event away! And I did.

I thought I would stay the entire night awake but didn’t I sleep through the night and the next day?

Sick. That was the excuse. Suffice it to say, I didn’t perform in my finals.

I didn’t tell anyone apart from my sponsor who refuses to pay for my university until I explained the sudden change in performance. I had been an A (or Distinction really) student.

Before you know it, I was at university and I decided to take law. Well, I got to know I was not the only one who went through what I went through after we had left the school.

Some of the girls contracted HIV. I didn’t but I got something almost worse.

A fear of men. I became more withdrawn and concentrated on my books.

Then came time and I was out in the world. I was good at what I do. And I’m not bragging. I had a passion to see justice served.

Well, it paid off. It’s how got to this affluent place I was talking about yesterday.

But! Well, let’s finish this tomorrow.😌

Grab: edibles you go with to school. These include bread, roasted gnuts, biscuits, and so on.

10 Replies to “Ms Eunice (pt2)”

  1. This is so sad and it even hurt more to think that it is still happening to date.

    I got an extra year in University because my fat cow of a HOD couldn’t reason beyond his third leg. I got lucky because I could afford to pay fees for another year, what about those who couldn’t afford it?
    Even when you report, it is your world against theirs, one can even be blamed for being “too beautiful”

    Damn, I should still bag that law degree!

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