Mag-log inDiary of a black girl tells the story of a wealthy Nigerian family,exposed and subjected to the cruel and inhumane abuses of a fanatic father turned callous under the guise of religion. However, Deja, the heroine still remains strong and resilient in the face of malice but at the wake of her mother's death, she is attacked, although it's not the first time. Now Deja's on the run from her past with secrets too hard to tell and scars so deep they may never heal. Whatever the result, she will have to live with what happened during those traumatic years of being a victim. As she struggles to heal from her pain, she meets Rotimi, a man who wants nothing from her-except to heal her and give her the family she doesn't even know she wants. Will she let the memories of her past consume her or will she fight for the freedom and love she so desires?
view moreMy heart was pounding erratically against my chest as I ran farther away from home. I had no idea where I was going, all I knew was that I had to get away from him even if I couldn't escape the memories of what had happened. The night was dark and the streets were becoming empty but I didn't stop running even when my feet were starting to hurt, as the mere thought that he could be out on the streets looking for me sent chills down my spine.There was no going back now.As I gripped my bag behind my back tightly and continued moving, passersby sent me curious looks and gazes, probably wandering what a girl like me was doing outside by this time of the night. Some looks made me uncomfortable as they lingered for too long, causing me to keep my head down to avoid bringing more attention to myself. The last thing I wanted was to be recognized by someone he knew and I couldn't let that happen as that would only make things worse.My body ach
The sun was slowly going down the horizon, dusk peeping in its wake when the last guests finally left for their various homes, leaving the house empty and quiet which I was grateful for. Dirty dishes and glass cups were scattered all over the house so I welcomed the distraction and walked around the house quietly, placing them in a large tray. As I assembled the dishes and cups into the sink to wash, the front door opened and closed. I listened to the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen slowly."I didn't expect so many people to come today." Papa stated, surprise evident in his tone. He took off the black blazer that he had worn to the funeral and hung it on the chair in the dining room, showing off his white shirt.I didn't feel like talking so I continued washing. All I wanted to do was curl up in my bed and fall into a deep sleep, maybe that way I could forget what had happened today and shut out the pain I was feeling inside.I fel
Papa didn't come to me every night like I had feared, but almost. Sometimes I thought I would die of shame and from the excruciating pain that came with it, and sometimes I struggled helplessly even when I knew it was hopeless, I was hopeless. Eventually, Mama stopped coming into the room with Papa so I had no choice than to submit to him because there was no way out. I was doing it for Mama not for Papa, so he wouldn't beat her anymore.I was stuck in my own hell, reliving the same nightmare over and over again. Anytime I didn't cooperate with Papa or do anything he asked of me, he would go back to his room and beat Mama up, to make me obey him and do his bidding. He didn't care how sick she was, or how much pain she was in, all he cared about was fulfilling his own selfish needs, so it went on and on for months. Papa did everything and anything he wanted with me, I was his very own sex slave, his daughter. I became his toy and play thing that he could have acc
I woke up thinking what happened last night was all a bad dream, a nightmare I wanted to forget. Mama and Papa would never ask me to do anything that went against their moral doctrines. We were christians and it was abominable in the sight of God, but why couldn't I shake off the feeling that it wasn't a dream and it really happened?A sudden loud knock on the door jolted me out of my thoughts."Deja!" Papa's voice resonated outside the room.I jumped in fright.What was happening?A number of insistent knockings followed,making my heart race in fear. "Open the door right now!" He boomed, twisting the door handle.What had I done?Immediately I opened the door Papa burst in. Cladin his grey button down pyjama shirt and trousers, his eyes darted across the room as if he was searching for something and was certain he would find it in my room. "Why did you lock the door? You want to commit sin with your body,is that it?" He p





