‘Your mother says you spend much longer time in your room. You no longer play with friends. You hardly come out for dinner. What’s the problem? Dr. Ijeoma asked.
‘There is a monster in my school. He put me on his laps, telling me I’m beautiful. Places his hand under my skirt. He says I shouldn’t tell anyone, else he will hunt me in my sleep. The other monster comes when mommy travels.’ Nifemi said.
‘Monsters! There are no such things as such.’
Nifemi gave the psychologist a sketchy picture of her C.R.K teacher and her father.