'Echoes from my soul, a painful refrain
A childhood marred by trauma, torture, and pain
A trusted figure, a manipulator, a defiler
Who stole my innocence, my voice, my childhood's shine
...
Those horrific nights, demons haunted me
Uncle Kunle's actions, a trauma to set free
But how could I, when I didn't know the way?
Bound body and soul, a prisoner I'd stay
...
'I entered the Ventilation Room, a space where pain is shared
Where people gather to mend their broken pieces, their scars still unhealed
I thought I knew pain, but here, I saw hell's residents
Their stories echoed through the room, a chorus of resilience
...
Dear Uncle Kunle,
I once held resentment, bitterness, and grief
But now, I choose forgiveness, and a path to relief
I wished you harm, but now I wish you healing
...
Boldly Audacious.)
Unsilenced
'Echoes from my soul, a painful refrain
A childhood marred by trauma, torture, and pain
A trusted figure, a manipulator, a defiler
Who stole my innocence, my voice, my childhood's shine
Mother was absent, Father busy, distracted
Leaving me vulnerable, with no protection
The only male figure present, a predator in disguise
Who exploited my trust, my youth, my tender eyes
He warped my mind, manipulated my thoughts
Made me believe I was to blame, that I was the fault
But now, as an adult, I'm reclaiming my story
Breaking free from the chains of shame, of silence, of glory
I'm undoing the damage, healing, rising above
Finding my voice, my strength, my resilience, my love'