Sugabelly Narrates Her Sexual Ordeal In The Hands Of A Man She Claimed She Loved At 17

26-year-old blogger and artist, Sugabelly narrates her ordeal in the hands of son of late Kogi State governor, Mustapha Audu, his siblings and his friends. In a recent post on her blog titled Surviving Mustapha Audy, and His Rape Brigade, she tells how what started out as a platonic friendship when Sugabelly was 18-years-old developed into a romantic relationship and then progressed into a darker and darker web of threesomes and rape. 

Her story does not reveal much details about her background except that she had been previously raped by her mother’s boyfriend. As a parenting website, the questions Sugar belly’s story brings to the fore are…..

Where were her parents, her mum, her dad when all these were happening? Why did she keep going back without restrain? Was she given appropriate sexual education by her mum? 17 or 18 year-old kid could still very much be naive and should still be monitored and protected. Who monitored her? Did she have a good relationship with her parents? Who were her guardians? Why didn’t she tell her mum or anyone?

In an a tell-all series of text messages to a friend, Sugar belly tells her own story…

Sugabelly continues…

Mustapha was a monster like you cannot even begin to imagine.
His brother Bashir, was the same age as me, and Mustapha decided, that one way or the other, it was his duty as big brother to rid Bashir of his virginity. At what was supposed to be a casual get together for suya and drinks at Tunji’s house, he dragged Bashir and me into the bedroom, and pushed us inside, saying to Bashir “Fuck her!” before locking the door, and leaving me alone in the darkness with his brother.

All my pleas to Mustapha were in vain, and the only thing we heard from Mustapha from the other side of the door was “Don’t let me come back and find out you’re still a virgin.”

On a different date, his cousin, Jibril raped me in that same room. I screamed, and screamed, and fought, and struggled, eventually sticking my fingers into his nose, and biting his hands. In retaliation, he bit me hard on the nose, and later that night, I explained away the swelling on my nose I came home with as an unfortunate meeting with the edge of a swimming pool.

All the while I was screaming, Tunji and Mohammed were discussing business, and when my screams interrupted their conversation, Tunji came by to look at me, naked and pinned beneath Jibril, only to laugh and shut the door firmly behind him.

So, when I see ignorant comments from members of the public in reaction to my trauma, I really feel the urge to ask these shameless people, how? the? fuck? do? you? know?? Were? you? there??Because I was there, and you most certainly were not.

Faces of the alleged accused….

I SURVIVED it, not you, so it is I who will tell you what happened to me, not the other way around.

Sugar belly who says she’s been diagnosed with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Anxiety Disorder, and Severe Clinical Depression, among a host of other problems as a result of the trauma I suffered, by multiple psychiatrists and mental health professionals has attempted to take her own life. Once, she tried to jump off the bridge.

“In 2011, I tried to jump off a bridge, and was hospitalized against my will on a 72 hour hold to save my life. Before that, I had attempted to kill myself by taking an overdose, and woke up in a pool of my own vomit,” she says.

Sugar belly examines how her life has changed in many ways since the ordeals.

She explains, “I can’t go swimming at night anymore. I can’t go swimming anymore, period. If you think having a panic attack on land is bad, wait until you’ve had one underwater, and almost fucking drowned yourself even though your Mom taught you to swim when you were little.

“I almost drowned in a pool at the Marriott barely 8 feet deep because being in there reminded me of the night my bikini top got pulled off and I got passed around by Abdul in 6 feet of water, and a man spit in my face and beat me, and soldiers had to drag him off me to stop him drowning me by my hair because he was angry Mustapha decided at the last minute that I had been good, and so he wouldn’t get to rape me after all.

“Nights are impossibly hard for me. How other people just get tired and fall into bed asleep is beyond me. I’m plagued by multiple nightmares every time I close my eyes. I can still feel Ema Oloyo raping me on Abdul’s bed, his oversized head bobbing, his hot, stinking breath buffeting my face as he struggled to force my legs apart. It’s hard to share a bed with people because sometimes I wake up screaming.

“Then there’s the medicine before bed. I have to take that for the rest of my life too. My relationships with friends and family are in tatters because I can barely hide the constant undercurrent of sadness that envelopes me, and the fact that I am always angry.

Sometimes I simply cannot cope, and I blackout and my autopilot takes over – a basic, high functioning version of me that appears normal for all intents and purposes while I’m really dying inside.

I’m so tired of keeping this secret, because I shouldn’t have to. 26 is too young to be a member of the living dead, how much more 17?

All the accused here remain innocent until they are found guilty in the court of law.