Dr. Ene’s Story

…the man whose attention I begged for, whose approval I craved, had chosen his adult brother-in-law over his 12-year-old daughter…

Hello everyone. I apologize for my long silence. Took a break, needed to rest my pretty head for a bit. But hey, I am back.

I met this wonderful Superwoman about a week ago. We met over drinks to discuss my next project (she volunteered after seeing the flyers of JUST US GIRLS SUMMIT), and one thing led to another and we got talking on abuse. The thing is, she was abused as a child, and after hearing her story, I’m just thankful for the beautiful person she turned out to be. Of course, she gave me permission to share her story, please read:  

My name is Ene and as an adult, I look back on my relationship with my father and realize that it was full of broken promises and disappointments. But what becomes clear to us as adults is often overlooked when we’re children. As a kid, all I wanted was for my dad to love me, to spend time with me, to tell me that I was good enough.


My weekly visits with him were something I so looked forward to, and I was especially excited to spend weekends with him when my aunt, uncle, and cousins moved nearby. My dad often slept through the day and was up at odd hours of the night, so when I’d visit, I’d get shuttled off to my aunt’s apartment to play with my cousins while he was asleep; we’d go to friends’ houses, run around the neighborhood, and then come back together to watch an Indian movie or cartoon with my aunt and her husband (my uncle through marriage).

One night, we came back to the apartment for our ‘movie’ night and things took a very unexpected turn. The only “furniture” in the living room was a series of mats scattered around for the kids (it was a one-bedroom apartment housing seven people). We all got seated, my aunt towards the front with some of the younger kids, and the older kids (myself included — I was 12) sat toward the back with my uncle.

I couldn’t see very well over some of the kids in the front, so my uncle said I could lean over his stomach to prop myself up. I did, and shortly after the movie began, I felt his hand start to rub my back.

At first, I didn’t think anything of it, but the longer the movie went on, the lower his hand slid down my body until he slipped it under the waistband of my shorts and began touching my butt.

My body tensed up and my mind began to run in a million different directions.

Is this really happening?This can’t be happening.What if someone turns around?Why won’t someone turn around?What do I do?What can I do?

I felt completely helpless. And as quickly as my world was shattered, the movie ended, and he removed his hand as if nothing had happened.

On this particular night, I was supposed to be sleeping over, but I was worried about what would happen to me if I stayed. I made something up about feeling sick and told my family that I was going back to my dad’s.

As I grabbed my bag to leave, my uncle asked for a hug. I felt cornered and wasn’t sure how to get out of it without raising the suspicion of my aunt, so I let him hug me. As he did, he ran his hand down the back of my body again, held me so tight I could barely breathe, and whispered in my ear, “If you tell anyone, I will kill you.”

When I got to my dad’s house, I ran into his room and told him what had happened. I knew what my uncle did was wrong and my mother had always told me if something like that ever happened I was to tell her immediately. My dad grabbed his phone and went in the other room, and when he came back, he told me my mom was coming to pick me up.

On the way home, my mom asked me why I wanted to come home so early, and I asked her what my dad had said. She told me that he said he wasn’t sure what was wrong with me but that I wanted to leave.

I was so shocked by his lie that I didn’t know what to say at first, but I finally found the words and told her what had happened. By then, we had made it home, and my mother called the pastor of my dad’s church and then my dad. She took the phone into the other room, and although I could hear her yelling, I couldn’t quite make out the words.

Later, she told me that when she asked my dad why he hadn’t told her the truth and called the uncle to order himself, he had said, “Because he’s family.”

He’s family. His sister’s husband was family, but not his own daughter.

The man whose attention I begged for, whose approval I craved, had chosen his adult brother-in-law over his 11-year-old daughter.


Things only got worse from there. Pastors from the church and some senior family members came home to question me, and they questioned my uncle; he denied everything and cited my family as witnesses. Then I was met with questions like, “Well, how were you lying?” “What were you wearing?” “Were you and your uncle particularly close?” The longer the questioning went on, the more I began to feel like maybe I had done something to deserve what I got.

My father didn’t want to see me, my cousins weren’t allowed to talk to me, my aunt called me a liar and a “drama queen,” and on top of all that, even the clergy men  were treating me as if I had somehow invited this invasion. The pastor’s wife I spoke with said, “It’s your word against his, and this isn’t going to go in your favor.”

Ultimately, nothing happened to my uncle in the way of punishment in my case, and while he was left to roam free, I was locked in a prison of fear and doubt, looking over my shoulder in constant fear that he would make good of his whispered promise. I began to dress differently, shrouding myself in oversized clothes to hide my body, my grades began to suffer, and although I pretended to be fine, I spent a lot of time contemplating ending my life.

Thankfully, I’m fortunate enough to have a mother who recognized that I was hurting and a stepfather who proved to be a strong and stable presence in my life. Through their guidance and assurances that what happened to me was not my fault, I began to go through counseling and worked to bring my life back to some semblance of normalcy.

It took years to heal, but I finally realized that I couldn’t let the heinous actions of this man negatively dictate the direction of my life.


Well, I am proud of you, Dr. Ene. I think you have done well for yourself. I bless God for your mother and step-father, too. Thank you for sharing this story. I leave my readers to pick a lesson or two…

About Ezar

I'm in love with my dreams, married to success and having an affair with life ;) I live for the moments you can't put into words and I dont look back...unless there's a good view.

Posted on August 20, 2016, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 17 Comments.

  1. What a senseless father you had. What a disgrace.


  2. I get shocked everyday. What a stupid comment your father made. I think he is the most annoying in this story. As a husband and father, you are the warrior who has been charged with the duty of pushing back against the evil that seeks to prey on your wife, daughters, and sons. God help us. God bless you, Dr Ene.


  3. When evil invades a man’s life and marriage, his children’s lives, his work, and his community, the easiest thing for him to do is nothing.


  4. Its unfortunate you were blessed with a sorry excuse for a father. He is not a real man in any way. A real man protects his own.


  5. Ask nearly anyone: They’ll say they would speak up if they thought a child was being sexually used or abused. Many are certain they’d recognize exploitive or abusive behavior if it were happening. Almost no one believes they would allow harmful sexual behavior to continue if they knew for sure that it was going on.
    And yet, the sad truth: Millions of children have unwanted or abusive sexual experiences. Many of them believe, correctly, that someone else knows or should know about their situation, but does little or nothing to protect them. Some tell adults what’s going on, seeking protection and help, only to be met with disbelief, denial, blame, or even punishment. How can that be?


  6. Oh cool. Ene is a doctor. Her father must feel ashamed of himself. You go girl…We proud of you.


  7. I read of a father who killed the man he caught trying to sexually abuse his daughter. I would do the exact same thing in that situation and I would imagine every father in the world would too..


  8. I would do time if any man or woman did anything like that to my children as I’m sure would any parent. I may be a wimp in some cases but not when it comes to my family.


  9. I liked the pictures you used, Dumebi. God, our Heavenly Father, gives us earthly fathers to protect us while on earth. When they fail, God takes over. Thank God for God


  10. Thank God for d many that want d head of Dr Ene’s father.He is d voice of many children who know that their father is cheating on their mother and are helpless to fight for her.Rather the mother is encouraged to keep it a family secret and bear d pain like other women.Dr Ene might face this challenge again if she marries a ‘dog’,a shaggy dog.Then d children will tell her,Dad is ur family.The girls/women are indeed endangered species in d family and in d society…lolzzz


  11. Pray dat u are not a victim of any and every abuse.Public response and empathy might be ZERO.


  12. U might be denied a listening ear. Nobody will believe ur story,except Baba in Heaven.They will try to xray ur story as if u hv an internal problem.They refuse to see d obvious in black and white So sad.


  13. The abusers end up being d winner within d family circle esp when he is d male gender.Their intimidating prowess plays a key role to discredit d victim.Bt d Righteous Judge will reward everyone according to their deeds


  14. Victims should be ready for ostracization,In Africa,it is a taboo to tell on an elder,no matter what.I tell u,many are morally deficient.May d Lord continue to expose them to vindicate d victim.


  15. Due to emotional and psychological trauma,victims hv died prematurely b/c family and d society refused to plead for them nd punish d offender.Rise up against abusers.Unless we do,they will continue wit impunity, sending more souls to an early grave.May d Lord require their blood from abusers


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