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In Secrets That Little Girls Hide, Trilogy 1, OsunEde Olusegun(formally known as Bernadette Washington) takes you to the beginning of her life as seen through the eyes and articulated by a little girl born and raised in Brooklyn, New York finally exposing her dark secrets and the detrimental effects it had on her life… and at the same time being comforted by the Holy Spirits that journey with her, rising her above all dark memories to assist others who are still suffering. For anyone who said, “Don’t tell!” She Tells Them All …You might say it’s a Revelation!” Book reviewed by Jamie Eaton Chief Editor of The Rise newspaper, Augusta, Georgia. Secrets That Little Girls Hide”... sheds luminous rays of hope on the dark devastation that young girls and boys are all to frequently subject to in life. Secrets That Little Girls Hide”, is the horror chambers of a young girl who lost her way in the dark world of secrets where arms of comfort turned to hands of molestation... the author shares with the reader her once tormenting past which robbed her of her youth, virginity, sanity and her love of life. The book is fast paced and reality oriented the author cuts no corners in telling her story as a young girl growing up in Brooklyn, New York exposing her Dark secrets. Secrets That Little Girls Hide takes the reader inside a world where no one is who he or she seems to be... and most fall short of what you would like them to be... Surprisingly OsunEde rises above the painstaking experiences of her life and finds not only herself in the process but the power to deliver others from dark secrets they find themselves hiding behind. This book contains strong language, but even stronger medicine. In the minds and hearts of many children, women and men are very nasty and painful secrets that have affected the development of their lives. These painful secrets have been embedded in homes and communities throughout the planet. In order for the whole of humanity to be healed THE SECRETS MUST BE UPROOTED... Be a healing voice and a beacon of light for those who are still hiding dark secrets be apart of the movement against this terrible disease of molestation and rape so that out children can rise and take flight soaring high above the dark secrets that hold them down... Light Love, and Healing...



—OsunEde Olusegun

"My Diana Ross"

During the early seventies, my mommy was a barmaid in the Bedford Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn, New York. She was as beautiful as Ms. Diana Ross in “Mahogany,” but there was always a little whisper of “Lady Sings the Blues” that kept me from really knowing my mommy.We lived at 729 Lafayette Avenue. I remember not only because it’s the month and day of my birthday, but it’s also the day my daddy died and went to heaven, it was my third birthday. I miss my daddy so much…Mommy said he loved me very much. Mommy said my daddy carried me on his shoulder everywhere he took me. Mommy said Daddy was real tall too, more than seven feet, that meant I was almost touching the sky…Anyway, I know he is in heaven. ANYWAY…Everybody in the apartment building played the numbers and 7-2-9 was everybody’s lucky number; and when that number would hit everyone knew it, even us kids! Or maybe I remember that address because of the dark secrets I hid behind those brick walls.It was just Mommy and me, so Mommy had to work long hours so she could pay the bills and buy me pretty clothes and shoes, and I loved going shopping! My favorite clothing store on Pitkin Avenue had everything I needed: my t-shirts, my days of the week panties, pretty nightgowns, and all kinds of pretty, bright colorful clothes. Buster Brown is where my mommy took me to buy my new shoes. Well, I didn’t like the Buster Brown shoes, that much, but Mommy said Buster Brown had the best shoes for growing children’s feet. Oh yeah! And there was this secondhand store Mommy also took me to, there was an old white lady who worked there named Mrs. Lilly. She had gray hair all over her head. Mrs. Lilly was always so happy to see Mommy and me. That’s where my prettiest dresses came from. Even though someone else wore them, they were brand new to me. Mommy was the prettiest woman on Lafayette Avenue.There was this huge dresser in my mommy’s room with a mirror that sat on top of it that was round and wide—but it wasn’t wider than Mommy’s big afro! Mommy’s dresser was lined up with pretty perfume bottles, powders, and lots of colorful makeup. I loved watching Mommy put on her makeup, especially the cream-colored sticks for her eyes, and when Mommy would put on her lipstick, it looked just like she was kissing it. She looked so beautiful in the mirror. My Mommy, THE STAR! I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. When Mommy and I would walk outside, the men talked to her as if she was a Queen and I was always her Little Princess. But Mommy couldn’t always be home with me because she had to go to work at the bar. Sometimes on Saturday mornings she took me with her. I was my mommy’s little shadow behind the bar and I had lots of fun washing the little shot glasses. Even though I was too little to see over the bar, I could still hear the loud-talking men flirting with my mommy. She always knew what to say to keep them laughing and buying drinks. The more my mommy talked, the more I washed and rinsed the shot glasses. At the end of the day, Mommy’s big tip glass would be filled up with lots of money from those loud-talking men. Sometimes those men would even give me a whole big dollar to buy some candy…but the candy was never enough to take away the secrets I hid from my mommy…When I was four going on five, some people thought I was older. I did feel different, but I never really felt older. It seemed as though there were always secrets being whispered anytime I was around my mommy’s friends or neighbors. I always felt like everyone knew something about me except me.Oh well, maybe that’s just the way adults act…Anyway, I loved wearing my hair in two ponytails and my favorite games were, Hot Peas and Butter and Red Light, Green Light, one- two-three. These were kids games I played that were too often interrupted by adult sex games…and it seemed like I was always IT…