I grew up in the arms of my father to meet this name- NWANYIBUIFE( A WOMAN IS SOMETHING). I did not know the inner meaning; neither did I know why my mother gave me that name before her death as I was the last seed that sucked life out of her, leaving her skeletons to the mother earth.
My life has been a mixture of sweet juices and bitter herbs. I am like that love song you fight to download but never listen to. I have been living a life surrounded by criticisms, abuse, dejection, distrust and hate.
My father, Emmanuel, was not the typical model father everyone wished for, he cared less about my older brother and I.
When I was 12, my father, sexually abused me, he hit me each time I tried to tell my older brother. Father is inhuman.
I have lived half of my life trying to please father. I satisfied him on bed everyday, cooked, washed and treated him like my husband. I never saw the four walls of a school.
Through this incessant abusive sex, father planted his seed in me. I was scared. I knew I couldn’t bear the shame and the pain of childbearing for my own father.
I gave birth, but I lost the seed and now I’m left all alone, battling with the pains of vesico vagina fistula ( V.V.F). Now I’m left all alone after my father deserted me and my older brother ran away.
But I’m still living with the help of Mr Dollin Holt and Caprecon initiative for their humanitarian assistance and inspiration of hope and dignity.
I’m a living testimony.
Truly, a woman is something, even if it’s not so in our society today where our mothers are misused , our daughters abused, the female gender confused . This generation of women are crying that NWANYIBUIFE.
By Vanessa Onyinye Vee