My first experience of molestation was when I was about 4 years old at the hands of a relative who was helping in the house. But the experience that almost damaged me beyond repair happened when I was 12. I had gone to a hostel to deliver a message. I didn’t meet the person I was to give the message to and was encouraged by her roommates to wait for her. Unfortunately, all 5 girls in the room took turns raping me (I was tied to the bunk) after locking the door. I fell into depression, became aggressive towards all females, including my sister and cousins. I went haywire. I was lucky eventually to meet someone who touched me in ways I couldn’t imagine and made me whole again. She’s now my wife.