The Day I Stopped Being a Child



The Day I Stopped Being a Child

By QueenSheroSpeaks

I can still remember the exact day I stopped being a child.

It wasn’t when I turned 18.
It wasn’t when I got my first period.
It wasn’t when I left home for the first time.

It was the day my innocence was taken from me.

Growing up in Nigeria, I thought childhood meant laughter, chasing kites in the rain, and dreams so big they touched the clouds. But for many girls like me, childhood ends long before the world calls you a woman.

Some girls lose their childhood to abuse.
Some lose it to neglect.
Some lose it to a silence so heavy it swallows their voice for years.

I was one of them.

No mentor.
No safe space.
Just me, my fear, and a vow deep inside my heart: One day, I will come back for the girls who are still trapped where I once was.

Today, I meet those girls. In schools. In small villages. In city slums. At our Girl Child Confidence Seminars.

They sit in front of me with shy eyes and shaky voices, telling me stories that should never belong to children:

  • “My uncle comes into my room at night.”

  • “My stepmother says I’m a curse.”

  • “They said my dreams are too big for a girl.”

Some of these girls are still living in the abuse.

Some wear their trauma like invisible scars.
And some… some have stopped being children too.

But here’s what I tell them — and maybe I need to tell you, too:

You are not what happened to you.
You are not your pain.
You are not broken beyond repair.

The world may have stolen your childhood, but it cannot steal your future unless you hand it over.

So I fight. Every day. For the girls still on the edge of losing themselves. For the girl I used to be.

Because every girl deserves to grow up before the world makes her grow up.

Dear world — stop breaking our girls.

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