Hi
So earlier yesterday I stumbled upon 
I took out time to read some of the post for this challenge on 
Life is a teacher; the more you live, the more you learn
I am not really old, but I have lived life to an extent of agreeing totally with the above statement, well today isn't to give my philosophy of life or to bore you with what I know and what I don't know, well straight down to My Most Memorable Experience
It was my 16th birthday and I was super excited, who wouldn't be, I mean I was turning sixteen, it was my very much anticipated sweet sixteen birthday, plans and preparations were on the way. My family was the polygamous type, although we were not the type you'd call rich but we were comfortable and didn't lack any of the basic necessities of life. Dad had two wives, my late mom was the first wife with just me as her only child, the second wife which I would call iya-beji (mother of twins in Yoruba language) for sake of privacy, and she had two boys taiye and kehinde which I always had issue distinguishing since we didn't leave together from birth not until very recently. So back to my sweet sixteen birthday party, we had a cake, food, drinks and good music, people were all over having fun and enjoying themselves, I was with couple of friend when one of the twin showed off and asked to steal me away for a short while, of course my friends agreed and he said he was ready to give me his gift which he bought for me, I was so happy, I followed him through to the garden, it was early evening with cool breeze, we talked a little and then he asked to put a blindfold on me before he presented the gift, straight away I agreed and he carefully put on a my face a blindfold.
Patiently I waited and then he said to me, I hope this would be the best gift you get, I smiled and almost laughed, but the laughter was short lived as I felt an external force grip the zipper of my gown and with force tore it apart, while the force from my front had got me down to the floor, just then I screamed, I really screemed and struggled, but I lost out as I felt my pants being ripped apart as a rough patch of strong skin penetrated my private region, it dawned on me that I was being raped, when I couldn't struggle any more, I stopped screaming as my mouth was covered, some minutes later, I felt a withdrawal from my private region and a penetration by another soft and yet strong patch of flesh, yet aagin the struggle continues and when I couldn't struggle anymore, I bit the hand that held my mouth and there was a withdrawal from my private region and then I heard footsteps withdraw from the garden, I took off the blindfold and didn't see anyone, I laid down there, cried my eyes out till I couldnt cry anymore, I then picked up myself, ran to my room and locked myself in till infect the party was over, and in there the crying continued.
It was later at night , my door was ripped apart after several calling of my name without any respond; dad came in first and shouted at me, he said "everyone had been looking for you since afternoon and you decide to come lock yourself upnin your room, why the hell did you let me waste money today, I stood there without uttering a word, I couldn't say anything for fear that no one would believe me, the whole issue eventually died down and after some weeks, I noticed some symptoms of pregnancy and decided to visit the hospital, as I feared, I was 5 week in, still I kept it to myself, I was till the forth month when the pregnancy was becoming evident, question began to pop up. I remember vividly, it was late evening, the whole family listened eagerly as I narrated my story of the other day, as expected, no one believed me, I was beaten mercilessly by my dads second wide for daring to accuse her sons and I was sent to my room to wait for dad's verdict, and the verdict finally came, II was thrown out of my own father's house with virtually nothing except what I was putting on.
The night eventually rolled pass, as well as weeks and months, I had lost my child due to a miscarriage I had after being picked up by a good Samaritan the night my dad threw me out. I dropped out of school, had to go into modelling and I did very well at it with the help of this good Samaritan till I could go back to school and today I and alive and educated.
What Did I learn From This Experience?!
It hasn't the best of experiences in my life thus far, it was really deeply bitter, not only because I was thrown out of my father's house but because I was now alone in this whole world, but that event was what shaped my entire life and made me stronge. In addition, I have come to realise that life doesn't get easy, it only propels and prepares us through some experiences for what it's gonna offer in the coming future.
This challenge has made me recall the *most memorable but sad experience* of my little life lived and I am grateful because this time, recalled the experience without tears in my eyes. Thank you so much
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