TITLE : ONE WRONG TURNEPISODE : 1*My name is Ella. My story is not astrange one, many girls like mehave lived the same life. And many more will, but I ll share this and hope someone will learn.I’m from a deeply religious family,my parents have been very strict in raising us. Growing up in the houseof Mr and Mrs Imasuen was hard enough. My dad is a typical Benin man, strong, commanding and intelligent.He hardly tolerates any nuisance. He handled us with aniron fist. We had strict rules, andwhoever disobeyed was severelypunished. My parents are also veryreligious people. We are devout Catholics, no one in my house was permitted to miss a mass, even ifyou were sick, it better be ebola,else you must be in church. I was quite active too, i was an alter girl,I also joined the legion of marry.My life revolved around 3 places,school, home and church. I dare not step out of the house for aminute. I attended a girls school,so boys were off limits. Mom anddad took every little opportunity toremind me that as the last born and only girl, i was so precious tothem. They wanted me to grow into a decent woman, who wouldmake them proud. I was everyone’s pet. My elder brothersOsas and Ighalo were always therefor me. Though 4 and 2 years olderthan me respectively, we were best friends.At 16, i was a shy, easy goingprincess.Ihad developed quite well for myage. I had a slim figure, at 5ft7, Ihad a fairly good height for a ladywith gently curved hips. I had afairly big and well rounded butt,which I always get teased about.My bosoms weren’t bad looking either, I had started using bra 3years ago. My gentle dark eyeballsreflected my light African skin. Iwas a beauty to behold, and mum always reminded me of that. Shehad warmed me repeatedly neverto go near boys, whom according toher were “wolves” waiting to plunder and destroy my future.Dad kept a tight leash on me. EveryFriday he would drive me to churchpractice,and pick me up when I’mdone. Other kids made fun of mefor being a “daddy’s girl”. Iprotested and declared that i wasold enough to find my way to the church. Hence dad agreed thatOsas should take me instead. He gave us a stern warning ” you mustnever divert on your way tochurch!” Little did daddy know thatFriday practice in church would bethe beginning of my wrong turn.WATCHOUT FOREPISODE 2
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