This is a unique story. We mean that this is not a hidden relationship between a woman and a priest. But it’s between a very young and innocent girl and a middle aged priest. It amply shows that priests are not mature in their sexuality and that they are ‘broken’. Unfortunately they make use of their powerful position in society to abuse young girls. They twist around the principles and they truly show no scruples when it comes to satisfying one of the basic needs of humanity: to share physical love with another human being.

The girl is very young to understand the consequences and meaning of such acts. It’s the first experience which obviously makes it extra difficult to stop such abuses. There is the eternal dilemma: I want to stop. But the priest is much stronger (both physically and emotionally). We can’t be judgemental or try to blame her for what happened. We should focus on stopping such people in abusing innocent ones.

We wish to thank Tamara publicly for the courage of coming forward to tell her story. There are many more. We receive many stories but we can’t publish any story unless we have the consent of the author. Please remember that your stories might help other people who are facing the same deadly situation. Tamara has been a ‘sex slave’ for quite a long time… until she had the courage to tell us the story. Now we anxiously wait for readers’ comments.

I am Tamara. I met a priest named Michael. He was a station priest at my Church and was the one to celebrate the mass at my first holy communion. From then on he started socialising with my family members, obviously now I realise his true intention was to ask about me. He’d come for every one of my birthdays, bringing with him amazing gifts for me and I thought he was the Angel I had prayed for. I was so happy at that time. It was his tactic of attracting my attention. Things started getting a little steamy by the time I was 12/13.. We’d text each other every night, he’d tell me that he loved me and so on. Knowingly he was already abusing me. Then one day when he came to see my family after church, he hugged and greeted the people in the house and by the time he wanted to hug me there were very few people left. He hugged me but his hands went down to my bum and squeezed them. I really didn’t understand what that meant and I kept making excuses in my head for his action. It’s the mentality that priests are always right notwithstanding what you feel or think!

Sometime after, he came over when no one was around. There was the maid and myself. He came in, greeted the maid before she went into her room, then we sat talking. Barely into a conversation he told me to stand up, as I stood up, he started hugging me then kissing my neck and squeezing my butt telling me he loves me. Pressing me so tightly to him I felt something I wasn’t supposed to. The maid came back in and he backed off. I felt really bad that day because I felt used and cheap but that didn’t stop me from refusing him.

The next time, he came over when absolutely no one was home but my mum was at the church which was opposite our house. Immediately upon entering, he started touching me, kissing me and putting his finger where it isn’t supposed to be, I didn’t resist.

We carried on with this relationship and honestly, I didn’t realise how wrong it was but I thought it was love, true love. Although he was 32yrs older than me, I didn’t care. Age was just a number now. Time went by and next thing I knew, he was being transferred. I was happy and sad at the same time. My family still kept on visiting him even when he was transferred and I guess our relationship grew.

Eventually, one day I told him I couldn’t do it any more because I wanted to be close to God and not sin against him. He accused me of not knowing what I was saying & communication between him and I was brought to a halt. I was sad because I actually did love him and care about him and was in some way attached to him. For a split of a second I thought I was wrong and that I came up with all of this. Unfortunately, later I found out that he was ‘seeing’ other girls in the church and that made me feel useless and unimportant so I confronted him and he apologised for what he did after denying it several times. Later on, he came to report me to my father that I had been sending inappropriate messages to him and all of that. I got really mad, though I wanted to confront him I held myself. When I finally did, I realised he blocked my number from reaching his so I stopped.

Recently, I texted him apologising for what I did wrong to him and he said he had forgiven me a long time ago. It’s four years later and I still have positive feelings after all this abuse. I’ve tried but I just can’t stop caring about him I guess. It’s quite tragic after all.

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