MAD WOMAN

59. SO APPARENTLY, I'M AN ASHAWO.

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BIBOERE'S P.O.V:

"The Bible says in Proverbs 22 verse 6; train up your child in the way he or she should go, and when they are old, he/she will not depart from it!" His lips declared. "Church, am I speaking the truth?" Pastor Ebenezer dramatically paced round the altar as the congregation roared an agreeing reply towards him.

Ebiere placed her palm on top of mine and squeezed it as mumbles from different mouths emerged round the church. A few of them having the galls to turn their necks to my direction as some snickered like fools.

"I heard she's pregnant."

"I heard she used to be a pornstar on pornhub when she was in secondary school."

"So Biboere don spoil. See me dey think say na her older sister wey go disgrace dia mama." {"So Biboere has gone rogue. Look at me thinking it would be her older sister that would disgrace their mother."}.

"Some people are saying that N.D.U has expelled her, abeg is it true?"

Whispers upon whispers filled the air as Pastor Ebenezer continued his indirect jabbing at me through his preaching. Today was a thanksgiving service, yet this man was using God's altar to slut shame a twenty year old girl. Me.

I was the victim in this situation, but Nigeria didn't see me as that. What they just saw was a loose girl that couldn't keep her legs closed. I was barely legal in that video, yet I had not heard from even one women supporting organization since the hour the video went viral.

Not like I needed or even wanted anyone's support.

I had myself.

Even though myself in question was on the verge of breaking down in church.

I glanced at my mother from where she sat at the front. Usually we always sat with her because we were a family, a very close one. But this Sunday was different. In fact, the past two Sundays have been different ever since my sex tape leaked to the eyes of the world.

This must be how Gabriella Dalmonte, one of the most ruthless businesswomen in the international oil industry, felt when she got framed for being in a videotape with a notorious British nobleman—Charles White—back when they were in school. But unlike me, she still smiled, she had in the bravest face I had ever seen. Even when the global society shunned her and slut shamed her, she was  like an insurmountable rock. She clapped back by dressing provocative years, and making herself the names people were calling her.

She didn't care.

But I did.

The ability to cry seemed to be taken away from me on that fateful day. The day Chinanza frantically ran into the house with the most widened eyes I had ever seen her have, asking both Zikora and I if we had checked our phones today. And then I did. And then my world shattered.

Since that moment till now, I faced shame and disgrace both in private, and in public. My distant relatives came all the way from Odi, down to my parents' home in Ibogene to come give me their individual lectures of how disappointed they all were in me. And how I had tainted the Madagascar name. I had made my family's status in the village a mockery.