22/03/2026
✨ A Mother to a Child of Sexual Assault… They Call Us Secondary Victims ✨
My only daughter was sexually abused by a close family member—her male cousin. She was just 13 years old.
I once said: your experiences are mine too. That is why I gather you here, to share a story you may not know. Many of you know that I am vocal about this topic—it is close to my heart because I believe healing can flow through my wounds.
So come closer, my people. Let us sit together and unpack this painful truth. I am a social worker, a helper, an enabler, an advocate for the voiceless, a shoulder for those who cannot stand for themselves.
But today, I speak as a mother. A mother who was blamed, accused of not raising her child “properly,” instead of being asked how she feels. A mother who received the devastating news that her little angel had been sexually abused.
No matter the age or gender, our children remain our children until the day we die.
✋ Wait, mothers. Sit next to me. Bring your pen and paper. Write your own story, your own experience, your own pain. Because sexual abuse does not only scar the child—it scars us too.
This is my testimony. I am not here with theories. My God carried me through these storms so that I could speak life into yours. I was sent to bear witness to His greatness. If I survived the torment of the soul, then you too can survive. nge nkani.
✨ A Mother to a Child of Sexual Assault… They Call Us Secondary Victims ✨
My only daughter was sexually abused by a close family member—her male cousin. She was just 13 years old.
I once said: your experiences are mine too. That is why I gather you here, to share a story you may not know. Many of you know that I am vocal about this topic—it is close to my heart because I believe healing can flow through my wounds.
So come closer, my people. Let us sit together and unpack this painful truth. I am a social worker, a helper, an enabler, an advocate for the voiceless, a shoulder for those who cannot stand for themselves.
But today, I speak as a mother. A mother who was blamed, accused of not raising her child “properly,” instead of being asked how she feels. A mother who received the devastating news that her little angel had been sexually abused.
No matter the age or gender, our children remain our children until the day we die.
✋ Wait, mothers. Sit next to me. Bring your pen and paper. Write your own story, your own experience, your own pain. Because sexual abuse does not only scar the child—it scars us too.
This is my testimony. I am not here with theories. My God carried me through these storms so that I could speak life into yours. I was sent to bear witness to His greatness. If I survived the torment of the soul, then you too can survive.
