ONE PASTOR RUINED MY LIFE AND ANOTHER SAVED ME
My name is Cynthia Ayomadele, I am a young lady form the western part of Nigeria, I am a university student, I use to be a “runs girl” which is the new name given to young girls especially those in the tertiary institution of learning who are involve in prostitution, I do sell my body to men for sex not because of money but to satisfy an evil desire for sex that was tormenting me, it all started when I was 7 years old and was living with both my parents and my two younger siblings, we were living in a good neighborhood close to the express road in Ibadan Oyo state in Nigeria, we lived in a beautiful two bedroom apartment, and our next door neighbor was a pastor, he and his wife were still expecting a child of their own, every now and then my parents will send us to the apartment of this pastor and his wife to keep them company, although we were not members of his church yet my parents like and respect the pastor and his wife.
Every time we went to the apartment of the pastor he will carry me on his lap and start touching me in sensitive areas of my body when his wife is not close by, his actions hurts and irritates me at first and was too scared to tell anyone and the pastor kept on doing it at any opportunity and sometimes he even do come to our apartment when our parent were not at home to touch me, after a while I begin to desire what he was doing to me because he was awaking a desire that I was too young to control and the pastor kept on molesting me sexually, then I developed an uncontrollable desire for sex, at 12 years I was sexual active having several boy and men friends and when I entered the university it was as if all hell broke loose, I sold my body to men every day for sex.
one day I met this guy at the club and we went to his hotel room for sex and when we were about to start he put a strange looking cream on his manhood and when I ask what is it for he said for lubrication and when he came inside me I felt this sharp burning pains but in order not to look like an amateur I chose to bear the pains but before I knew it I was bleeding then he quickly brought out a strange looking handkerchief and clean the blood that was coming out from me and he put the handkerchief back into his pocket, I was afraid and embarrassed at the same time, he gave me a lot of money that night and a phone number to contact him if I need any help, so I went to my hostel that night, the next day I went for a medical check-up and was told am fine, after that night with that guy I kept having strange dreams of me been used for sacrifice, dreams of he having sex with me in a river, and when I try to reach him through the number he gave me he was unreachable, so I try to move on with my life and prostitution business.
I woke one morning with a serious stomachache and I was bleeding heavily from my private part, and it was not yet time for my monthly circle but I thought it was my monthly circle so I wait to see if the stomachache and bleeding will stop but it did not and I was taken to the hospital and the doctors did all they can but could not help me and my situation grew worse, I had to undergo blood transfusion every 4 days because I was losing much blood from the bleeding, my parents took me from one doctor to another, from one hospital to another, from one prayer house to another, at one point they even tried traditional herbalist who all he did was to molest me more as he often deep his hands into my private part in the name of applying his herbal medicine and one night he tried to have sex with me because I was staying at his house which was also his herbal clinic but I resisted and ask my parents to take me out of there the next day, however I was dying silently and painfully.
My situation continued like that for 6 months and by this time I have lost some much body weight that I look like a AIDS victim and rumor spread that I have contacted AIDS, and I had a very bad odor due to the bleeding from my private part, I thought I will die soon then a friend of my mother told her about a pastor which she thought could help although I was concerned at first because a pastor got me into this trouble in the first place, however because I was afraid of dying I agreed to go to this pastor and when we got there the pastor prayed for me and told me to confess to my parents the kind of life I have been living then I told my parents how I have been involve in prostitution in campus and they were angry with me but their love for me was stronger than their anger so they ask the pastor what can be done, the pastor told us that the man I met at the club who took me to his hotel room was a member of a wicked occult society who goes around collect sperm from young men and blood from young women through sexual intercourse and this sperm or blood is used for spiritual sacrifice, the young men whose sperm he has collected will live a life of perpetual hardship and the girls he collected their blood will bleed to death two weeks after their blood has been collected.
The pastor then said to me that the God who has been keeping me alive till now will heal me and break every ties I have with any evil alter and I must give my life to Jesus Christ before he can start praying and fasting and I did gave my life to Christ, yes I was born in a Christian home but my heart was far from God after I was molested as a child by a pastor, after everything my parents and this pastor fasted and prayed for me intensively for 6 days and one week later the bleeding and the stomachache ceased and in three months’ time I was totally healed and delivered, I went for medical check-up were I was told that my womb has been damaged due to what happened to me, now I am a lawyer and I am leading a crusade to create the awareness of the dangers and consequences of child abuse and molestation and I plead with parents to keep an eye on their children because one act of molestation change the destiny of a child forever and children are easily molested by people whom the parents least expected and sometime even the children are been molested by their own parent
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