A Nigerian lady took to Twitter to reveal how her parents damaged her,
and further called out her boyfriend who dumped her after eating all her
mum’s chicken.
The Nigerian lady who admitted that she grew
up in a religious family, disclosed that she always wanted freedom and
got it when one Tunde, a man who supplies her mum with chicken feed made
her feel comfortable.
@adeola_adereti who called out her boyfriend for dumping her after eating all her mum’s chicken, wrote;
The name of d guy who ate my mama’s chicken n broke up with me d following
week is Tunde. D story of hw we met started 3 months b4, and yes he was
my 1st boyfriend. Our 1st time of having sex was in my parents’ house,
under my mum’s nose. Follow me as I tell d story A thread.
I have often seen people pray for their parents. Some do wish they have the
same kind of partner as their mum or dad. I don’t wish that 4 myself,
and the only prayer I can pray for my parents is only for forgiveness.
They literary damaged me. They know that now. But it came late.
I grew up in a highly religious family, where everything must be refined:
language, dressing, friends, activities e.t.c We were just two, my
sister (Iyanu) and I; and we have no say of our own. Our activities were
defined; it must be from home to school or church. No other.
Our parents cut us off totally from the world. I grew up as a girl with so
much hatred. I just detested others for being happy, because I have no
such chance. So I kept no friends while growing up because their lives
were not similar to mine, and I saw no point in togetherness.
My Mum often said the world is corrupt, and the only way we could be
protected frm its evil fruits was to ‘keep away from the world’. So I
grew up to enjoying staying inside the car whenever we attend a
relation’s wedding or naming ceremony as a family. I was to eat my food
there
I also grew up to fast most days when it was not
comfortable. Mum often said fast renews one’s strength, and it gets one
closer to God. And for that, I fasted most times, because I wanted to
get closer to God—wanted to ask Him why he hated me so much to create me
here.
So I was living in a cage, so to say. No freedom at all!!
Tunde came into my life to change that. He was one of those men that
supplied my mum her chicken feeds. Whenever they came, I was d one who
attended to them. I was to make sure they supplied all that was ordered.
It was through this that we got talking and he often teased me about my
beauty. And when I smiled, he would say I should keep doing it, cuz he
loved it. I was not the one to feel comfortable when a guy was talking
to me. I was brought up to feel ashamed—to feel unease, restive!!
But Tunde made me feel comfortable with him. He would force me to lift my
head up sometimes, and also said I should look him straight in the eyes.
When I managed to, he would say, “you are indeed beautiful. Just smile.
Smile, Ola.” And I would. He would then call me ‘queen’.
When my closeness with Tunde was getting intimate, I started developing
feelings for him. I just wanted to be with him all the time. He wasn’t
anything close to Bro. John (my extra lesson tutor) in terms of beauty.
But I loved him more than him.
Whenever they came to our place
like that, he would send his colleagues away and create time for me.
When I teased him that he would get fired at his work, he told me his
Uncle owned the shop. Little by little we started kissing and hugging
more prominently. He was good at it.
Whenever he did that, he
would hold my breasts in his hand as well. And sometimes, he would bring
them out of my blouse and suck them. Sometimes I felt like having sex
with him, but my sister was always at home, in her room reading or
resting.
By the way, Tunde and his colleagues only came
to our house by evening. Something around 4:30pm. That was about time we
came back from school. Our mother did always come back around 7:30. So
when Tunde and his friends came like that, we spent 1hour together.
Fast forward to the day we had our first sex, we had planned it so well
together. He was to jumped into our compound through the back fence, and
stay inside our poultry around 9pm. And wait there until dad finished
watching his NTA news by 10pm, and Mum finished d night devotion.
At around 10:45 when all this was done, Mum bade us goodnight. I made sure
they had gone to their own quarters of the flat and my sister had gone
to her room, before I opened the backdoor for Tunde. I ushered him into
my room immediate. Moment later, we had IT. Good Bleep!!
Later, Tunde started teaching me lies, so I could be coming out to see him at
his place. My Extra Lesson section with Bro. John was every Saturday. I
stay there from morning till late in the evening. Tunde saw it as an
opportunity, so he asked me to liaise a deal with Bro John
When I told Bro John I would be seeing a friend sometimes on Saturday and that
he should not tell Mum, he said he couldn’t come through with such
deal. So I blackmailed him. I told him I would inform Mum about the
story I shared here earlier, when I said he sucked my breasts once
…while teaching me, and he agreed to letting me see my friend. Later, Tunde
and I were now seeing each other at his place. Each time, I made sure I
cooked along. And each time, I get bleeped. I must add that he bleeped
so well, the guys I met later in life were not close.
I also used to pay him money indirectly for bleeping me, because each time I called
him to inform him I was coming over, he would add “come with money”.
The day I didn’t go with money, he refused to meet with me despite my
pleas. So, every Saturday, I would keep 2k or 3k for him.
When my dad was sacked from work, and things got tough, I couldn’t afford to
pay him again. So I resortd to killing a full chicken 4 him; whereas @
dat time, chicken was not in our food again at home. My Mum sold them
now. Things were hard. Bt each Sat, a chicken must get missing
The penultimate week to our breakups (the story of which went viral here), I
told him I wanted to come over, and he asked me to come with a flask of
chicken. Aaaah!! We only had one chicken left in the cage. My Mum sold
the others off a week bf, when she noticed they were…
…missing one by one. I told him what was at stake and he told me to forget
visiting him. I couldn’t afford that, so I told him I would find a way.
You all know how it ended. I killed the ONLY chicken left in our cage,
fried it, and gave it all to him.
The following week, he summoned
me over. I took along a flask of spaghetti. No chicken, nor anything
inside, this time. When I got to his place, he looked me from head to
toe and told me I am becoming ‘fat’. I told him I had always looked that
way and he got angry.
“Are you saying, I’m a liar!” I said I
didn’t said that and wasn’t suggesting that. He slapped me and said I
was raising my voice at him. When I knelt to beg him, he pushed me away
and said a statement I would never forget, “Carry your cooler and leave
my house. You too soft”
And that was it. He pushed me out. That
was the last time I saw him. I was really damaged all through that
month, and my mother made it worse. I have forgiven both of them now
because I am a better woman for it. I learnt from it, and wear the
lesson everyday. Now I’m free.
I got his twitter handle just now.
He should stop threatening me. @vicrade Come out and tell the world
what I did wrong then. I haven’t said anything wrong to you in anyway,
have I?
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