Another Nigerian woman has come out with her painful rape story on How she was raped as a virgin by a so-called ‘Pastor who claims to be a prophet’
In a tweetstorm on Saturday, Vicki Royce, a singer and performer, who was born as Victoria Kehinde Bandele 25 years ago, narrated how she was raped by the so-called man of God at a guest house in Ikotun, Lagos in November 2012.
“I was raped as a virgin and the pain felt like hell.. by a pastor who claim to be a prophet,” she wrote.
Although Vicki did not mention the name of her sexual predator in the tweets.

“How I Was RAPED By A Pastor” – Nigerian Woman Shares Heartbreaking Story

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“How I Was RAPED By A Pastor” – Nigerian Woman Shares Heartbreaking Story

Another Nigerian woman has come out with her painful rape story on How she was raped as a virgin by a so-called ‘Pastor who claims to be a prophet’.

 

In a tweetstorm on Saturday, Vicki Royce, a singer and performer, who was born as Victoria Kehinde Bandele 25 years ago, narrated how she was raped by the so-called man of God at a guest house in Ikotun, Lagos in November 2012.
“I was raped as a virgin and the pain felt like hell.. by a pastor who claim to be a prophet,” she wrote.
Although Vicki did not mention the name of her sexual predator in the tweets.

READ HER STORY BELOW:
Ikotun, Lagos. Nov 17 2012. I was almost 19. The date, the time, the spot, the circumstances…I’ll NEVER forget.
I don’t want to talk much tbh(to be honest). But even if I shorten this story I’ll always remember the trauma. The deceit. The helplessness.
I went with this my friend and her boyfriend to meet this ‘man of God’.
Well because my choices were limited (in my opinion) back then. And I really needed a miracle to feel better about myself with an admission into uni. Amongst a few other issues.
They took me to meet him and he was all fatherly and dependable-looking. I felt at ease, for real. He asked for my parents’ names and I told him. Man of God, who doubts them for no reason?
In short I was told to come for a special prayer the next week. By myself. But that I should fast that day and break when I’m in the church
The day came,I was fasting. Then I went to the guest house he’d told me to meet him at. Still find it hard to believe I didn’t suspect ANY ulterior motive. My friends trusted him so it didn’t even occur to me to be worried AT ALL
He wasn’t there but the receptionist, a lady, told me to take the keys to “my room”. That was the first inkling that this was awkward but I wasn’t afraid. I hadn’t been told it was a room thing but I told myself to be grateful that he wanted to respect my privacy.