Continuation…….
I kept on crying in silence until I could cry no more. I just sat
there on the toilet seat and stared into space for as long as five
minutes until I heard the sound of the siren which indicated long
break was over. I heard two other girls come into the washroom so
I wiped my face with my uniform, stood up from the seat, flushed
the toilet and came out pretending like I had just used the toilet. I
found out that the girls were jss2 girls and not my set mates. I
went over to the sink, washed my hands and headed for my class.
When I got to the class, I found Anabelle sitting on her chair and
reading a book so I went over and took my seat beside her. When I
sat down, she looked at me and gave a puzzled look. I looked at her
hoping she wouldn’t start with her questionnaires, then I asked why
she was staring that way.
“What took you so long?” she asked
I told her that I had a running stomach and she believed without
asking further questions. We had Introductory Technology and so Mr.
Alabi walked in, which shut everyone’s mouth. All through class, I
was just thinking and thinking, I didn’t know what I would do next.
If there was anyone I was going to speak to about the child in my
womb, it would be uncle Sam since he caused it all. I needed to act
fast and prevent my tummy from growing bigger so people wouldn’t
suspect. I had heard when other seniors talked about how some
students had been expelled for getting pregnant. I didn’t want my
case to be that way. I am so sure that throughout that day, I
panicked a lot. My heart was pounding and I didn’t think it would
reduce. School ended and the boarders left school for the hostel
while the day students went to their various homes.
When I got to the hostel, I went straight to the room, took off
my shoes, put my school bag aside and layed on my bed without
taking my uniform off. On a normal day, I would have taken it off,
washed it and possibly taken a shower but I was in no mood to do
all that. In fact, I was very weak. I felt sick thinking about
everything all over again. In my mind, I was hoping I wasn’t
pregnant and that I was getting it all wrong. I forced myself to
sleep until I heard the bell ring for dinner. When I got to
the dining hall, I almost felt like throwing up because of the strong
smell the yam and egg possessed which was supposed to be our
dinner. I thought the egg smelled rotten and so I instantly lost my
appetite. I decided to go back to the hostel and prepare for prep
since it was immediately after dinner. We usually had prep in school
and so I got my things ready and without waiting for anything or
anyone, I left the hostel for school. I got into my class, went
straight to the back and sat on one of the chairs. A few minutes
later, senior Daniel walked in. I was surprised because I didn’t think
anyone would guess I was already in school.
“What are you doing here all alone? Waiting for your boyfriend abi”
he said as he walked up to me and took the seat in front of me.
I’m pretty sure he was trying to make me laugh or smile but I just
shook my head and told him I decided to come early for prep. He
said he had asked after me at the girls hostel and was told that
they hadn’t seen me until he found someone who told him she had
seen me going towards school with my school bag. I didn’t mention
not having dinner because he would be upset with me and try to get
me to eat something. He was a nice senior but I just wasn’t in the
mood to talk to him. He saw that I gave him straight answers when
he asked questions and didn’t smile at his joke so he asked if I was
okay. I told him I was fine, just tired and again he believed me so
he came closer and hugged me. I already got used to hugging senior
Daniel and so I hugged him back. I actually felt good hugging him.
It reduced all of the tension and pain I was feeling at that
moment. I actually felt loved but he was another person I wasn’t
willing to share my secret with.
“I love you, my baby!” he finally said and let go of me. He told me
to try to balance school and get enough rest so I wouldn’t feel
tired and weak all the time. I nodded and held back the tears that
were already forming in my eyes. Why couldn’t I tell anyone about
the real pain that I was going through. I wanted to scream and tell
someone that I was being abused by uncle but I just couldn’t. He
stood up when we heard other students voices and told me he would
see me after prep.
During prep, I was asked to jump by my school mother,
senior Onome, who caught me putting my head on the table to sleep
several times. She always tried to make sure I wasn’t wasting my
time during prep and so whenever I was caught doing something
else other than studying, she made sure she punished me for it. I
was really feeling sleepy and tired but she wouldn’t understand any
of that and so I kept jumping until I was able to stay awake a
few minutes before prep was over. When we got to the hostel, I
went straight into the bathroom, washed my uniforms, took a
shower and went straight to sleep. I didn’t even talk to any of
mates throughout that night, including Anabelle.
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******
Uncle Sam’s pov
It was a Friday morning and I was too tired to stand up and
prepare for work. I had slept late thinking of what to say when I
eventually call the girls hostel to speak with Meso. I had collected
the hostel information from my brother’s wife so I could contact
my Meso. I needed to talk to her because since the night of
my misbehaviour, I hadn’t felt peace. I needed to hear her voice. I
needed her sincere forgiveness. I was quite shocked that she hadn’t
said a word to anybody because I thought that would be the case
but I already had a feeling she wasn’t going to spill.
Later that Friday afternoon, I got home early and the first thing I
did was dial the hostel number. It started ringing and before I
knew it, a woman answered;
“Hello? Riverdale girls hostel, how may I help you” the lady on the
other end of the line said.
“Good afternoon, my name is Sam, Meso’s…I mean Mesonma’s uncle.
Please, I would like to speak with her”
“Do you mean Mesonma Okojie?”
“Yes please”
“Okay, please hold on. Let me get her”
“Alright thank you”
After about three minutes waiting, I heard my Meso’s voice;
“Hello?” she said.
“Hello, Meso. It is Sam. How are you?”
“I’m fine, uncle Sam”
“How’s school?”
“fine”
“And the hostel? Hope you’re coping?”
“Uncle Sam, there’s something you need to know,” when she said
this, I suddenly became anxious to know what was up.
“Meso, what is it?” I asked.
“uncle Sam, I can’t tell you on the phone.”
“You can’t tell me on the phone? why?” I asked squeezing my face.
“Did anyone hurt you? Because I’ll come over to your school right
now and give them a warning”
“No, uncle Sam. It’s worse than that. Please just come to school
right now.”
“Meso, are you okay? what’s wrong? I’ll be there in a few minutes
okay? Please just be okay for me. I’m coming,” I said as she replied
with an okay before dropping the call.
What could be wrong with Meso? I thought. I didn’t understand
because it was Meso who barely wanted to see my face and now
she insisted I drive down to her school. Has she told someone about
what happened between us? Is this some sort of plan? Something
doesn’t seem right. I finally told myself that it wouldn’t get up to
that extent. I called her and not the other way round so there was
no possibility of her snitching on me. I took up courage and decided
to drive down to her hostel.
When I got there, I greeted the security officers that were at
the gates and told them I was there to see Meso. One of the went
inside and came out in about two minutes with a woman. I was still
standing at the gate because they said they weren’t allowed to let
unexpected visitors walk in. I greeted the lady and told her I was
there to see Meso so she took me to her office and told me to have
a seat.
**********************************************************
****
Meso’s pov
That Friday morning, I had decided to call uncle Sam and tell him
about my situation. I didn’t want to keep shut and allow my tummy
grow bigger while I was still in the hostel. After school that Friday,
I decided to call him after our afternoon siesta, an hour of the day
when every student was to be in bed, sleeping and just resting. I
was going to tell him about my pregnancy but not long into our
siesta, one of the young house mothers called for me. I went into
her office and she pointed at the landline phone that was on the
table, saying my uncle was on the line. It was at the corner of the
room, the spot where one was to answer calls from home so I
approached the table and picked it up.
“Hello?” I had said before uncle Sam revealed himself. He asked
about my well-being and school and all in which I replied but I
decided to bring up what I had planned on telling him but I couldn’t
talk freely because one of the house mothers was still in the office
with me. So I told him he needed to come to school. I made it
known to him that it was urgent and so he said he would be in
school soon before responding and dropping the phone. I stood up
from the chair I had been sitting on, greeted the house mother
with a thank you before leaving. Not long after, she came to call
me again and this time as I got into the office. I saw uncle Sam in
his corporate clothes sitting on the chair in front of the house
mother’s desk. I falsely smiled at him while he stood up to hug me.
The house mother then said I was excused to talk to him since I
knew him while she left the office to give us some privacy.
Immediately, without beating about the bush, I told uncle Sam that
I was pregnant. I told him that I hadn’t seen my period for the
past two weeks and I wasn’t feeling normal. I told him I got
irritated easily and didn’t have the appetite for the meal we were
being served at the hostel.
When he heard this, I could tell from his eyes that he was shocked.
He put his palm on his mouth and shook his head. He was
disappointed. I even almost burst into tears because I knew this
wasn’t a small issue. Despite it all, I still saw my uncle Sam as the
man I loved like my father but more like an elder brother, that was
why I didn’t want to tell anybody because I knew he would be in
so much trouble. He told me it was going to be okay and that we
would try to get rid of the baby. At first, I objected and didn’t
hesitate to show how scared I was but he calmed me down and
kept on saying it would be okay. He hugged me and I hugged him
back, the man who had hurt me and gotten me pregnant at this
stage of my life.
To be continued………
Motivational. . . Inspirational. . . Success. . . Information
Sunday, 21 February 2016
Friday, 19 February 2016
THE LIFE OF THE REPENTANT SLUT 11!!!
Staring at the blood-stricken rug, reminiscing my first moment and
moments with Amaka, I can’t help but pray earnestly in my mind
that she’s hale and hearty. I love the fun she gives me; to hell with
the stress that comes with it.
Even though a part of me wants to think it’s all a prank, life
doesn’t pull pranks so doesn’t Amaka and even if she’s up to
something, it’s never gonna be something threatening as this but
woe-betide her if this is all for nothing cos I can swear I have
already lost a pound in the process of worrying about her but
seriously, I need to find her first.
The compound was still very much silent, nobody around still; don’t
know who to call or whose opinion to seek. Jide would have been my
first go-to counseling centre if things hadn’t gone sour and dramatic
earlier on and I know he would have taken Amaka’s issue so
seriously than I would have but now, I don’t even have a 1 percent
gut to call or text him even though I know I’m still gonna face him
later to explain myself whether he’s interested or not.
Amaka and I had decided to get a place together after my 5th year
of my law course and I was preparing for Law School and Amaka
was about going for her service year. She studied Creative Writing
and I was borrowing two courses from her department in my 2nd
year when we met. We had become inseparable and compatible and
she thought why not? And we got the house which she virtually
paid for. I was gonna pick up a job at a law firm in three months
time and she was gonna launch her design line and publish her
supposedly secret novel she has been working on. . . I really can’t
wait to read it.
The almighty sexy voice of “Korede Bello in Godwin” broke the
solitary silence in the room. I picked my phone to check who the hell
was calling me at this unpleasant hour except if it’s Jide but
unfortunately it was Sola.
“What does he want again?” I screamed as if Amaka was in front
of me telling me Sola is at the door to see me. It’s already almost 7
months after the issue na. . . him pepper suppose don rest! Shoo!
I have already made up my mind that I wasn’t gonna pick even if
he calls ten times. Whatever business I have with him ended the
day Amaka pulled that restaurant stunt. He continued calling that
even my ringtone was becoming annoying.
I stood up, got off my heels, went to bathroom, took a cloth-mop
soaked in a soapy water, headed back to the living room and I began
to clean up the blood. My brain wasn’t coordinating, even though
the soapy water was cleaning it; it still wasn’t a wise idea to clean
up the rug with water. My phone vibrated and screamed “Message”,
I knew it was Sola and I was definitely not wrong about that.
“I presumed you won’t pick my call, so I decided to send you a
text. Although, I regret almost everyday what I did to you, I was
out of line, I can only hope you’d forgive and don’t break up our
long term ties, stashing knowing me and everything because of my
mistake. I am really sorry but I can’t be dwelling on this matter
everyday. . . That I wanted to tell you and I also wanted to tell you
that Amaka was arrested earlier today and she is at the police
station opposite the school gate. You should go see her. . . ”
I hurriedly stood up. The first part of the message never mattered
like the last part. How come Sola knew Amaka was arrested? And
for what reason was she arrested? What’s going on here?
I really wanted to call Sola back and asked him some necessary
questions but I was so filled with anger and pride; “I will never be
caught calling Sola, texting him or talking to him at that.” At least,
I know Amaka is alright. If she was injured, she is supposed to be
at the hospital and not locked up.
Sola already helped with providing the police station in which Amaka
was being held, I would fill in the missing gaps myself but I still
can’t help but wonder whose blood was lying on my rug. I was really
confused.
moments with Amaka, I can’t help but pray earnestly in my mind
that she’s hale and hearty. I love the fun she gives me; to hell with
the stress that comes with it.
Even though a part of me wants to think it’s all a prank, life
doesn’t pull pranks so doesn’t Amaka and even if she’s up to
something, it’s never gonna be something threatening as this but
woe-betide her if this is all for nothing cos I can swear I have
already lost a pound in the process of worrying about her but
seriously, I need to find her first.
The compound was still very much silent, nobody around still; don’t
know who to call or whose opinion to seek. Jide would have been my
first go-to counseling centre if things hadn’t gone sour and dramatic
earlier on and I know he would have taken Amaka’s issue so
seriously than I would have but now, I don’t even have a 1 percent
gut to call or text him even though I know I’m still gonna face him
later to explain myself whether he’s interested or not.
Amaka and I had decided to get a place together after my 5th year
of my law course and I was preparing for Law School and Amaka
was about going for her service year. She studied Creative Writing
and I was borrowing two courses from her department in my 2nd
year when we met. We had become inseparable and compatible and
she thought why not? And we got the house which she virtually
paid for. I was gonna pick up a job at a law firm in three months
time and she was gonna launch her design line and publish her
supposedly secret novel she has been working on. . . I really can’t
wait to read it.
The almighty sexy voice of “Korede Bello in Godwin” broke the
solitary silence in the room. I picked my phone to check who the hell
was calling me at this unpleasant hour except if it’s Jide but
unfortunately it was Sola.
“What does he want again?” I screamed as if Amaka was in front
of me telling me Sola is at the door to see me. It’s already almost 7
months after the issue na. . . him pepper suppose don rest! Shoo!
I have already made up my mind that I wasn’t gonna pick even if
he calls ten times. Whatever business I have with him ended the
day Amaka pulled that restaurant stunt. He continued calling that
even my ringtone was becoming annoying.
I stood up, got off my heels, went to bathroom, took a cloth-mop
soaked in a soapy water, headed back to the living room and I began
to clean up the blood. My brain wasn’t coordinating, even though
the soapy water was cleaning it; it still wasn’t a wise idea to clean
up the rug with water. My phone vibrated and screamed “Message”,
I knew it was Sola and I was definitely not wrong about that.
“I presumed you won’t pick my call, so I decided to send you a
text. Although, I regret almost everyday what I did to you, I was
out of line, I can only hope you’d forgive and don’t break up our
long term ties, stashing knowing me and everything because of my
mistake. I am really sorry but I can’t be dwelling on this matter
everyday. . . That I wanted to tell you and I also wanted to tell you
that Amaka was arrested earlier today and she is at the police
station opposite the school gate. You should go see her. . . ”
I hurriedly stood up. The first part of the message never mattered
like the last part. How come Sola knew Amaka was arrested? And
for what reason was she arrested? What’s going on here?
I really wanted to call Sola back and asked him some necessary
questions but I was so filled with anger and pride; “I will never be
caught calling Sola, texting him or talking to him at that.” At least,
I know Amaka is alright. If she was injured, she is supposed to be
at the hospital and not locked up.
Sola already helped with providing the police station in which Amaka
was being held, I would fill in the missing gaps myself but I still
can’t help but wonder whose blood was lying on my rug. I was really
confused.
THE LIFE OF THE REPENTANT SLUT 10
Amaka Coker was one out of the few great things that happened
to my life. I remembered the first time we met; it was like we had
known each other for ages. She has and always had an alluring and
magnetic personality; she’s more real than life, ‘couthly’-blunt and
highly hyper-active. She has this laughter and smile that makes you
wanna believe life is problem-free and everything is perfect with
her. Her voice and words speaks Bob Marley’s “Every little thing is
gonna be alright. . . Don’t worry be happy, even if your landlord says
your rent is late.”
We met in one of the awkward places most men don’t wanna meet
their future wife; where most ladies beef each other just for the
night. Where ladies who covet each other’s body shape during the
day, bad-mouths the so-called perfect body to sell market. There you
see the realest of all boobs and the fakes; those 3 inches padded
boobs where customers discover say na bobo juice after e don pay
finish.
Ours is a meeting point where different dialects of pidgin is being
spoken; where figure one during the day becomes figure 8 at night;
where people who no sabi each other for day become enemies with
abusive words hurling at each other.
Amaka was the hot type; with the Joselyn Dumas kind of shape and
a Mercy Johnson type of height. She was of high demand and has a
high class taste of customers. She has a zero tolerance for low self
esteem and even though the girls talk bad about her when she’s not
around, they dare not the moment she arrives. My babe get respect
for body. Most times, customers drive off without hooking up with
anyone if she is not available.
Amaka never does multiple per night. She always says, “my body no
be deliverance centre where I attend to many situations per day”
lol. The girl is a piece of work; a human comic relief when everything
turns boring and sour.
Sitting on the couch, staring at the clock; watching the short hand
of the clock on 7 and the long hand on 12; it was as if darkness
was over the face of my earth and the only person to proclaim
‘tada! Let there be light’ has suddenly gone missing.
The house felt so empty without her and I can’t help but feel
something terrible has happened to her. She tells me always, “no
matter what happened to me, I’m a big girl, and I can always
handle the situation”.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Hey, you are not going home tonight?”
“And you are?” I fired back
“Hey, chill! You don’t have to be hard with everyone just because
life is hard on you. Life is hard on everyone girlie, you just have to
handle it pretty well and stop throwing tantrums at everyone that
comes your way. . . Anyway, I was just showing some care, that’s
all.”
She sounded so bitchy as she sounded so cool in one stretch of
sentence.
“I’m sorry I replied you that way.”
“Well, forget it! I don’t take things too seriously. . .
“Well, I am. . .”
“Never mind, I know who you are. I mean beyond the walls of the
streets. I know you don’t remember my face but I do. You are the
girl with the incredible brain. . . Remember that response you gave
Dr. Freeze at LEM 201 class? You made a lot of sense. Anyways,
I’m your course mate.” She said in a long-stretch of utterance
without a pause.
“Ow! Okay. So sorry I couldn’t recognize you, I’m not too good with
faces.”
“No problem.”
I just lied though. I am very much good with faces. Maybe faces
that has hurt me are quite unforgettable to me but I really never
noticed her like I really never noticed any of my course mates
because I love my solitariness.
“So, why are you here?” we both asked each other at the same
time.
“You first!” I responded.
“Why are you working here? You don’t care if anybody who knows
you like our course mates find you here? Even though you don’t
know them, they know you!”
“Do you care?” I asked her.
“Who gives a damn?. . . But why do you work here?”
“Cos I need the money.”
“Really?”
I almost gave her a disdain look.
“What do you mean really?” I asked with so much disgust
“Never mind. So, won’t you go home tonight? After all, the show is
over”
“Well, I have nowhere to stay for tonight and the little money I
have with me is not even enough for my plans.”
That was so unlike me; I just blurted out to a total stranger
without holding back.
“Anyways, this is N50,000; you can add it to whatever you have in
your purse if it’s enough to get you a place to sleep for the night
and maybe solve your problems.”
I collected the money that it felt like a dream holding it between
my hands. I spent almost 15mins caressing the money, as I looked up
to thank her or ask her why she gave it to me, she was almost far
gone.
“Why did you give me the money?” I screamed on top of my voice
hoping she would hear or reply me and sure she did.
“Because I don’t do this for the money. You need it; I don’t.”
“Thanks. . . But who are you? Your name? You didn’t tell me.”
“Amaka Coker” she screamed back.
to my life. I remembered the first time we met; it was like we had
known each other for ages. She has and always had an alluring and
magnetic personality; she’s more real than life, ‘couthly’-blunt and
highly hyper-active. She has this laughter and smile that makes you
wanna believe life is problem-free and everything is perfect with
her. Her voice and words speaks Bob Marley’s “Every little thing is
gonna be alright. . . Don’t worry be happy, even if your landlord says
your rent is late.”
We met in one of the awkward places most men don’t wanna meet
their future wife; where most ladies beef each other just for the
night. Where ladies who covet each other’s body shape during the
day, bad-mouths the so-called perfect body to sell market. There you
see the realest of all boobs and the fakes; those 3 inches padded
boobs where customers discover say na bobo juice after e don pay
finish.
Ours is a meeting point where different dialects of pidgin is being
spoken; where figure one during the day becomes figure 8 at night;
where people who no sabi each other for day become enemies with
abusive words hurling at each other.
Amaka was the hot type; with the Joselyn Dumas kind of shape and
a Mercy Johnson type of height. She was of high demand and has a
high class taste of customers. She has a zero tolerance for low self
esteem and even though the girls talk bad about her when she’s not
around, they dare not the moment she arrives. My babe get respect
for body. Most times, customers drive off without hooking up with
anyone if she is not available.
Amaka never does multiple per night. She always says, “my body no
be deliverance centre where I attend to many situations per day”
lol. The girl is a piece of work; a human comic relief when everything
turns boring and sour.
Sitting on the couch, staring at the clock; watching the short hand
of the clock on 7 and the long hand on 12; it was as if darkness
was over the face of my earth and the only person to proclaim
‘tada! Let there be light’ has suddenly gone missing.
The house felt so empty without her and I can’t help but feel
something terrible has happened to her. She tells me always, “no
matter what happened to me, I’m a big girl, and I can always
handle the situation”.
* * * * * * * * * * * * *
“Hey, you are not going home tonight?”
“And you are?” I fired back
“Hey, chill! You don’t have to be hard with everyone just because
life is hard on you. Life is hard on everyone girlie, you just have to
handle it pretty well and stop throwing tantrums at everyone that
comes your way. . . Anyway, I was just showing some care, that’s
all.”
She sounded so bitchy as she sounded so cool in one stretch of
sentence.
“I’m sorry I replied you that way.”
“Well, forget it! I don’t take things too seriously. . .
“Well, I am. . .”
“Never mind, I know who you are. I mean beyond the walls of the
streets. I know you don’t remember my face but I do. You are the
girl with the incredible brain. . . Remember that response you gave
Dr. Freeze at LEM 201 class? You made a lot of sense. Anyways,
I’m your course mate.” She said in a long-stretch of utterance
without a pause.
“Ow! Okay. So sorry I couldn’t recognize you, I’m not too good with
faces.”
“No problem.”
I just lied though. I am very much good with faces. Maybe faces
that has hurt me are quite unforgettable to me but I really never
noticed her like I really never noticed any of my course mates
because I love my solitariness.
“So, why are you here?” we both asked each other at the same
time.
“You first!” I responded.
“Why are you working here? You don’t care if anybody who knows
you like our course mates find you here? Even though you don’t
know them, they know you!”
“Do you care?” I asked her.
“Who gives a damn?. . . But why do you work here?”
“Cos I need the money.”
“Really?”
I almost gave her a disdain look.
“What do you mean really?” I asked with so much disgust
“Never mind. So, won’t you go home tonight? After all, the show is
over”
“Well, I have nowhere to stay for tonight and the little money I
have with me is not even enough for my plans.”
That was so unlike me; I just blurted out to a total stranger
without holding back.
“Anyways, this is N50,000; you can add it to whatever you have in
your purse if it’s enough to get you a place to sleep for the night
and maybe solve your problems.”
I collected the money that it felt like a dream holding it between
my hands. I spent almost 15mins caressing the money, as I looked up
to thank her or ask her why she gave it to me, she was almost far
gone.
“Why did you give me the money?” I screamed on top of my voice
hoping she would hear or reply me and sure she did.
“Because I don’t do this for the money. You need it; I don’t.”
“Thanks. . . But who are you? Your name? You didn’t tell me.”
“Amaka Coker” she screamed back.
FORBIDDEN LOVE 12
Continuation…….
I kept on crying in silence until I could cry no more. I just sat
there on the toilet seat and stared into space for as long as five
minutes until I heard the sound of the siren which indicated long
break was over. I heard two other girls come into the washroom so
I wiped my face with my uniform, stood up from the seat, flushed
the toilet and came out pretending like I had just used the toilet. I
found out that the girls were jss2 girls and not my set mates. I
went over to the sink, washed my hands and headed for my class.
When I got to the class, I found Anabelle sitting on her chair and
reading a book so I went over and took my seat beside her. When I
sat down, she looked at me and gave a puzzled look. I looked at her
hoping she wouldn’t start with her questionnaires, then I asked why
she was staring that way.
“What took you so long?” she asked
I told her that I had a running stomach and she believed without
asking further questions. We had Introductory Technology and so Mr.
Alabi walked in, which shut everyone’s mouth. All through class, I
was just thinking and thinking, I didn’t know what I would do next.
If there was anyone I was going to speak to about the child in my
womb, it would be uncle Sam since he caused it all. I needed to act
fast and prevent my tummy from growing bigger so people wouldn’t
suspect. I had heard when other seniors talked about how some
students had been expelled for getting pregnant. I didn’t want my
case to be that way. I am so sure that throughout that day, I
panicked a lot. My heart was pounding and I didn’t think it would
reduce. School ended and the boarders left school for the hostel
while the day students went to their various homes.
When I got to the hostel, I went straight to the room, took off
my shoes, put my school bag aside and layed on my bed without
taking my uniform off. On a normal day, I would have taken it off,
washed it and possibly taken a shower but I was in no mood to do
all that. In fact, I was very weak. I felt sick thinking about
everything all over again. In my mind, I was hoping I wasn’t
pregnant and that I was getting it all wrong. I forced myself to
sleep until I heard the bell ring for dinner. When I got to
the dining hall, I almost felt like throwing up because of the strong
smell the yam and egg possessed which was supposed to be our
dinner. I thought the egg smelled rotten and so I instantly lost my
appetite. I decided to go back to the hostel and prepare for prep
since it was immediately after dinner. We usually had prep in school
and so I got my things ready and without waiting for anything or
anyone, I left the hostel for school. I got into my class, went
straight to the back and sat on one of the chairs. A few minutes
later, senior Daniel walked in. I was surprised because I didn’t think
anyone would guess I was already in school.
“What are you doing here all alone? Waiting for your boyfriend abi”
he said as he walked up to me and took the seat in front of me.
I’m pretty sure he was trying to make me laugh or smile but I just
shook my head and told him I decided to come early for prep. He
said he had asked after me at the girls hostel and was told that
they hadn’t seen me until he found someone who told him she had
seen me going towards school with my school bag. I didn’t mention
not having dinner because he would be upset with me and try to get
me to eat something. He was a nice senior but I just wasn’t in the
mood to talk to him. He saw that I gave him straight answers when
he asked questions and didn’t smile at his joke so he asked if I was
okay. I told him I was fine, just tired and again he believed me so
he came closer and hugged me. I already got used to hugging senior
Daniel and so I hugged him back. I actually felt good hugging him.
It reduced all of the tension and pain I was feeling at that
moment. I actually felt loved but he was another person I wasn’t
willing to share my secret with.
“I love you, my baby!” he finally said and let go of me. He told me
to try to balance school and get enough rest so I wouldn’t feel
tired and weak all the time. I nodded and held back the tears that
were already forming in my eyes. Why couldn’t I tell anyone about
the real pain that I was going through. I wanted to scream and tell
someone that I was being abused by uncle but I just couldn’t. He
stood up when we heard other students voices and told me he would
see me after prep.
During prep, I was asked to jump by my school mother,
senior Onome, who caught me putting my head on the table to sleep
several times. She always tried to make sure I wasn’t wasting my
time during prep and so whenever I was caught doing something
else other than studying, she made sure she punished me for it. I
was really feeling sleepy and tired but she wouldn’t understand any
of that and so I kept jumping until I was able to stay awake a
few minutes before prep was over. When we got to the hostel, I
went straight into the bathroom, washed my uniforms, took a
shower and went straight to sleep. I didn’t even talk to any of
mates throughout that night, including Anabelle.
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Uncle Sam’s pov
It was a Friday morning and I was too tired to stand up and
prepare for work. I had slept late thinking of what to say when I
eventually call the girls hostel to speak with Meso. I had collected
the hostel information from my brother’s wife so I could contact
my Meso. I needed to talk to her because since the night of
my misbehaviour, I hadn’t felt peace. I needed to hear her voice. I
needed her sincere forgiveness. I was quite shocked that she hadn’t
said a word to anybody because I thought that would be the case
but I already had a feeling she wasn’t going to spill.
Later that Friday afternoon, I got home early and the first thing I
did was dial the hostel number. It started ringing and before I
knew it, a woman answered;
“Hello? Riverdale girls hostel, how may I help you” the lady on the
other end of the line said.
“Good afternoon, my name is Sam, Meso’s…I mean Mesonma’s uncle.
Please, I would like to speak with her”
“Do you mean Mesonma Okojie?”
“Yes please”
“Okay, please hold on. Let me get her”
“Alright thank you”
After about three minutes waiting, I heard my Meso’s voice;
“Hello?” she said.
“Hello, Meso. It is Sam. How are you?”
“I’m fine, uncle Sam”
“How’s school?”
“fine”
“And the hostel? Hope you’re coping?”
“Uncle Sam, there’s something you need to know,” when she said
this, I suddenly became anxious to know what was up.
“Meso, what is it?” I asked.
“uncle Sam, I can’t tell you on the phone.”
“You can’t tell me on the phone? why?” I asked squeezing my face.
“Did anyone hurt you? Because I’ll come over to your school right
now and give them a warning”
“No, uncle Sam. It’s worse than that. Please just come to school
right now.”
“Meso, are you okay? what’s wrong? I’ll be there in a few minutes
okay? Please just be okay for me. I’m coming,” I said as she replied
with an okay before dropping the call.
What could be wrong with Meso? I thought. I didn’t understand
because it was Meso who barely wanted to see my face and now
she insisted I drive down to her school. Has she told someone about
what happened between us? Is this some sort of plan? Something
doesn’t seem right. I finally told myself that it wouldn’t get up to
that extent. I called her and not the other way round so there was
no possibility of her snitching on me. I took up courage and decided
to drive down to her hostel.
When I got there, I greeted the security officers that were at
the gates and told them I was there to see Meso. One of the went
inside and came out in about two minutes with a woman. I was still
standing at the gate because they said they weren’t allowed to let
unexpected visitors walk in. I greeted the lady and told her I was
there to see Meso so she took me to her office and told me to have
a seat.
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Meso’s pov
That Friday morning, I had decided to call uncle Sam and tell him
about my situation. I didn’t want to keep shut and allow my tummy
grow bigger while I was still in the hostel. After school that Friday,
I decided to call him after our afternoon siesta, an hour of the day
when every student was to be in bed, sleeping and just resting. I
was going to tell him about my pregnancy but not long into our
siesta, one of the young house mothers called for me. I went into
her office and she pointed at the landline phone that was on the
table, saying my uncle was on the line. It was at the corner of the
room, the spot where one was to answer calls from home so I
approached the table and picked it up.
“Hello?” I had said before uncle Sam revealed himself. He asked
about my well-being and school and all in which I replied but I
decided to bring up what I had planned on telling him but I couldn’t
talk freely because one of the house mothers was still in the office
with me. So I told him he needed to come to school. I made it
known to him that it was urgent and so he said he would be in
school soon before responding and dropping the phone. I stood up
from the chair I had been sitting on, greeted the house mother
with a thank you before leaving. Not long after, she came to call
me again and this time as I got into the office. I saw uncle Sam in
his corporate clothes sitting on the chair in front of the house
mother’s desk. I falsely smiled at him while he stood up to hug me.
The house mother then said I was excused to talk to him since I
knew him while she left the office to give us some privacy.
Immediately, without beating about the bush, I told uncle Sam that
I was pregnant. I told him that I hadn’t seen my period for the
past two weeks and I wasn’t feeling normal. I told him I got
irritated easily and didn’t have the appetite for the meal we were
being served at the hostel.
When he heard this, I could tell from his eyes that he was shocked.
He put his palm on his mouth and shook his head. He was
disappointed. I even almost burst into tears because I knew this
wasn’t a small issue. Despite it all, I still saw my uncle Sam as the
man I loved like my father but more like an elder brother, that was
why I didn’t want to tell anybody because I knew he would be in
so much trouble. He told me it was going to be okay and that we
would try to get rid of the baby. At first, I objected and didn’t
hesitate to show how scared I was but he calmed me down and
kept on saying it would be okay. He hugged me and I hugged him
back, the man who had hurt me and gotten me pregnant at this
stage of my life.
To be continued………
I kept on crying in silence until I could cry no more. I just sat
there on the toilet seat and stared into space for as long as five
minutes until I heard the sound of the siren which indicated long
break was over. I heard two other girls come into the washroom so
I wiped my face with my uniform, stood up from the seat, flushed
the toilet and came out pretending like I had just used the toilet. I
found out that the girls were jss2 girls and not my set mates. I
went over to the sink, washed my hands and headed for my class.
When I got to the class, I found Anabelle sitting on her chair and
reading a book so I went over and took my seat beside her. When I
sat down, she looked at me and gave a puzzled look. I looked at her
hoping she wouldn’t start with her questionnaires, then I asked why
she was staring that way.
“What took you so long?” she asked
I told her that I had a running stomach and she believed without
asking further questions. We had Introductory Technology and so Mr.
Alabi walked in, which shut everyone’s mouth. All through class, I
was just thinking and thinking, I didn’t know what I would do next.
If there was anyone I was going to speak to about the child in my
womb, it would be uncle Sam since he caused it all. I needed to act
fast and prevent my tummy from growing bigger so people wouldn’t
suspect. I had heard when other seniors talked about how some
students had been expelled for getting pregnant. I didn’t want my
case to be that way. I am so sure that throughout that day, I
panicked a lot. My heart was pounding and I didn’t think it would
reduce. School ended and the boarders left school for the hostel
while the day students went to their various homes.
When I got to the hostel, I went straight to the room, took off
my shoes, put my school bag aside and layed on my bed without
taking my uniform off. On a normal day, I would have taken it off,
washed it and possibly taken a shower but I was in no mood to do
all that. In fact, I was very weak. I felt sick thinking about
everything all over again. In my mind, I was hoping I wasn’t
pregnant and that I was getting it all wrong. I forced myself to
sleep until I heard the bell ring for dinner. When I got to
the dining hall, I almost felt like throwing up because of the strong
smell the yam and egg possessed which was supposed to be our
dinner. I thought the egg smelled rotten and so I instantly lost my
appetite. I decided to go back to the hostel and prepare for prep
since it was immediately after dinner. We usually had prep in school
and so I got my things ready and without waiting for anything or
anyone, I left the hostel for school. I got into my class, went
straight to the back and sat on one of the chairs. A few minutes
later, senior Daniel walked in. I was surprised because I didn’t think
anyone would guess I was already in school.
“What are you doing here all alone? Waiting for your boyfriend abi”
he said as he walked up to me and took the seat in front of me.
I’m pretty sure he was trying to make me laugh or smile but I just
shook my head and told him I decided to come early for prep. He
said he had asked after me at the girls hostel and was told that
they hadn’t seen me until he found someone who told him she had
seen me going towards school with my school bag. I didn’t mention
not having dinner because he would be upset with me and try to get
me to eat something. He was a nice senior but I just wasn’t in the
mood to talk to him. He saw that I gave him straight answers when
he asked questions and didn’t smile at his joke so he asked if I was
okay. I told him I was fine, just tired and again he believed me so
he came closer and hugged me. I already got used to hugging senior
Daniel and so I hugged him back. I actually felt good hugging him.
It reduced all of the tension and pain I was feeling at that
moment. I actually felt loved but he was another person I wasn’t
willing to share my secret with.
“I love you, my baby!” he finally said and let go of me. He told me
to try to balance school and get enough rest so I wouldn’t feel
tired and weak all the time. I nodded and held back the tears that
were already forming in my eyes. Why couldn’t I tell anyone about
the real pain that I was going through. I wanted to scream and tell
someone that I was being abused by uncle but I just couldn’t. He
stood up when we heard other students voices and told me he would
see me after prep.
During prep, I was asked to jump by my school mother,
senior Onome, who caught me putting my head on the table to sleep
several times. She always tried to make sure I wasn’t wasting my
time during prep and so whenever I was caught doing something
else other than studying, she made sure she punished me for it. I
was really feeling sleepy and tired but she wouldn’t understand any
of that and so I kept jumping until I was able to stay awake a
few minutes before prep was over. When we got to the hostel, I
went straight into the bathroom, washed my uniforms, took a
shower and went straight to sleep. I didn’t even talk to any of
mates throughout that night, including Anabelle.
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******
Uncle Sam’s pov
It was a Friday morning and I was too tired to stand up and
prepare for work. I had slept late thinking of what to say when I
eventually call the girls hostel to speak with Meso. I had collected
the hostel information from my brother’s wife so I could contact
my Meso. I needed to talk to her because since the night of
my misbehaviour, I hadn’t felt peace. I needed to hear her voice. I
needed her sincere forgiveness. I was quite shocked that she hadn’t
said a word to anybody because I thought that would be the case
but I already had a feeling she wasn’t going to spill.
Later that Friday afternoon, I got home early and the first thing I
did was dial the hostel number. It started ringing and before I
knew it, a woman answered;
“Hello? Riverdale girls hostel, how may I help you” the lady on the
other end of the line said.
“Good afternoon, my name is Sam, Meso’s…I mean Mesonma’s uncle.
Please, I would like to speak with her”
“Do you mean Mesonma Okojie?”
“Yes please”
“Okay, please hold on. Let me get her”
“Alright thank you”
After about three minutes waiting, I heard my Meso’s voice;
“Hello?” she said.
“Hello, Meso. It is Sam. How are you?”
“I’m fine, uncle Sam”
“How’s school?”
“fine”
“And the hostel? Hope you’re coping?”
“Uncle Sam, there’s something you need to know,” when she said
this, I suddenly became anxious to know what was up.
“Meso, what is it?” I asked.
“uncle Sam, I can’t tell you on the phone.”
“You can’t tell me on the phone? why?” I asked squeezing my face.
“Did anyone hurt you? Because I’ll come over to your school right
now and give them a warning”
“No, uncle Sam. It’s worse than that. Please just come to school
right now.”
“Meso, are you okay? what’s wrong? I’ll be there in a few minutes
okay? Please just be okay for me. I’m coming,” I said as she replied
with an okay before dropping the call.
What could be wrong with Meso? I thought. I didn’t understand
because it was Meso who barely wanted to see my face and now
she insisted I drive down to her school. Has she told someone about
what happened between us? Is this some sort of plan? Something
doesn’t seem right. I finally told myself that it wouldn’t get up to
that extent. I called her and not the other way round so there was
no possibility of her snitching on me. I took up courage and decided
to drive down to her hostel.
When I got there, I greeted the security officers that were at
the gates and told them I was there to see Meso. One of the went
inside and came out in about two minutes with a woman. I was still
standing at the gate because they said they weren’t allowed to let
unexpected visitors walk in. I greeted the lady and told her I was
there to see Meso so she took me to her office and told me to have
a seat.
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****
Meso’s pov
That Friday morning, I had decided to call uncle Sam and tell him
about my situation. I didn’t want to keep shut and allow my tummy
grow bigger while I was still in the hostel. After school that Friday,
I decided to call him after our afternoon siesta, an hour of the day
when every student was to be in bed, sleeping and just resting. I
was going to tell him about my pregnancy but not long into our
siesta, one of the young house mothers called for me. I went into
her office and she pointed at the landline phone that was on the
table, saying my uncle was on the line. It was at the corner of the
room, the spot where one was to answer calls from home so I
approached the table and picked it up.
“Hello?” I had said before uncle Sam revealed himself. He asked
about my well-being and school and all in which I replied but I
decided to bring up what I had planned on telling him but I couldn’t
talk freely because one of the house mothers was still in the office
with me. So I told him he needed to come to school. I made it
known to him that it was urgent and so he said he would be in
school soon before responding and dropping the phone. I stood up
from the chair I had been sitting on, greeted the house mother
with a thank you before leaving. Not long after, she came to call
me again and this time as I got into the office. I saw uncle Sam in
his corporate clothes sitting on the chair in front of the house
mother’s desk. I falsely smiled at him while he stood up to hug me.
The house mother then said I was excused to talk to him since I
knew him while she left the office to give us some privacy.
Immediately, without beating about the bush, I told uncle Sam that
I was pregnant. I told him that I hadn’t seen my period for the
past two weeks and I wasn’t feeling normal. I told him I got
irritated easily and didn’t have the appetite for the meal we were
being served at the hostel.
When he heard this, I could tell from his eyes that he was shocked.
He put his palm on his mouth and shook his head. He was
disappointed. I even almost burst into tears because I knew this
wasn’t a small issue. Despite it all, I still saw my uncle Sam as the
man I loved like my father but more like an elder brother, that was
why I didn’t want to tell anybody because I knew he would be in
so much trouble. He told me it was going to be okay and that we
would try to get rid of the baby. At first, I objected and didn’t
hesitate to show how scared I was but he calmed me down and
kept on saying it would be okay. He hugged me and I hugged him
back, the man who had hurt me and gotten me pregnant at this
stage of my life.
To be continued………
FORBIDDEN LOVE 11
Continuation…..
Meanwhile…..back at uncle Sam’s house
Uncle Sam’s conversation with his friend, Tunde on the
phone…
“Guy! how far now?” Uncle Sam said.
“I dey oo. How you dey na?” Tunde replied.
“I’m good oo. Na wa see as you forget pesin. You go abroad, you no
con remember your guy”
“Ahn ahn! Sam! Sam! No dey talk like that na. I spoke to you like a
month ago. You know now, with work and all. I’ve been really busy.
But how you dey now? When we go receive your wedding
invitation”
“See my guy!!! Talking as a married man. Na because say you marry
Chioma abi. You’re now giving me the “get married” talk. Not
yet jare.”
“But guy seriously, you’re getting old oo. Your almost thirty and
you’re not even thinking about marriage. Shay you still dey follow all
those your babes.”
“No oo. Those ones are history. You won’t believe what that Cynthia
did to me. She chop my money, con waka.”
“Ehn but na you cos am. Didn’t you tell her you weren’t serious
about marriage yet.”
“Wo! E don do. I didn’t call you to give me all these talks oo. So
how is baby now and your wife?”
“They are all fine. Baby is turning one in two weeks sef”
“Are you serious? See my guy that just got married oo. Na wa oo.”
“That’s why I’m telling to start thinking about it. I mean, you’re a
successful banker, a smart guy and ripe for marriage. You’ve already
achieved a lot so why not look for a woman who will stand strong
for you. That will be your pillar. Okay see now, when I get home, I
know my wife has already prepared one of my favourite dishes.
When I want to you know, I know there is someone who won’t
turn me down. She has always been supportive with my decisions,
helps me avoid mistakes….”
Sam cut in, “E don do guy!! I hear you. E be like say na this
Chioma fit you. I remember when you used to make jest of her
going to church everyday parade. Who knew you would end up with
her. Bad guy! ”
“That was before oo. I’m not like that again oo. But It’s all good.”
“Yeah…okay now! I have to go, let me leave you to your “wife”. We
will talk later.”
Tunde laughs saying, “My guy!!! Okay now, we go see. Bye.”
“Yeah bye,” uncle Sam says ending the call.
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Uncle Sam’s pov
“Wow, wow, wow, Tunde my guy! Who knew this man would be
happily married.” I said to myself after ending the call with Tunde,
my long time friend. I couldn’t believe that the same guy who used
to mess around with me while we were still in school could actually
get married. Back then, he used to say married men were weak men
and all of a sudden, he encourages me to settle down. Life is indeed
funny. I went into my room to take a shower. I needed to get out
of my suits. As I stepped into my room, the image of Meso flashed
through my mind. I never stopped thinking about her and all that
happened that day. I felt bad that I hurt her but I still wanted to
be with her. The more I thought about her, the more I desperately
wanted to see her. I shook it off my mind and told myself that she
was in the hostel. It wasn’t possible to see her like I used to. I
was even sure she would probably not want to see me if I did visit
her. I knew she was still mad.
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Meso’s pov
Two weeks later, we had a guest speaker who came to talk to all
the students in the school concerning sex education.
“All boys and girls!!! Move to the multipurpose hall,” the senior
prefects said as they entered each class.
I needed to use the washroom so I left with Anabelle who decided
to follow me. When I got in, I shut the door behind while Anabelle
stood outside, waiting for me. As I pulled down my panties, I
checked to see if I was on my period. I had intentionally worn a
sanitary pad that morning because I was expecting my monthly flow
but to my surprise, It was as clean as I had put it on. I didn’t
think it was a big deal since the day wasn’t over and so I took a
pee and left the washroom to join Anabelle outside.
As we got to the multipurpose hall, we took our seats where other
junior students sat and a few minutes the speaker came up to the
podium. She started by introducing herself before proceeding to the
talk of the day. She spoke on a lot of issues relating to sex and
even though it was something that was repeated often, she said
something that struck me. She mentioned things regarding
unprotected sex, unwanted pregnancy, rape and that was when
my hears decided to listen. When she started talking on unprotected
sex, I recalled the day uncle Sam raped me. I remembered he didn’t
use a condom and that was when I wished I would instantly fall
down and die. I wanted to run mad. My eyes began to fill with
tears. It meant I was pregnant. That explained everything. Why I
hadn’t seen my period. Why I was always weak. I didn’t know what
to do as I was seated there. I stood up from my seat and decided
to take permission from the senior to let me leave the hall but she
told me to remain seated since the program was about to end.
When I sat down, Anabelle who had been sitting beside me asked if
I was okay. I nodded and pretended like there was nothing wrong.
She said, “Okay” and went back to listening to the speaker while I
kept on trying to remain calm. Who would I talk to? What will I
tell them? Just when I was thinking of all this. The program came
to an end and the lady speaker announced that If anyone needed
advice or anything of some sort to see her after the program. In
my mind, I debated whether to see her or not and concluded that I
wasn’t going to. I didn’t want anyone to know. They would have to
tell my parents and the whole school would find out. I would bring
shame to everyone. I couldn’t risk it. As the students marched out
of the hall to their various classes, I told Anabelle that I would see
her in class and ran to the washroom. I entered into one of the
vacant spots and shut it behind me. I cried my eyes out. I cried in
silence so that I wouldn’t be heard. I couldn’t believe that I was
going to have a child for my uncle.
To be continued….
Meanwhile…..back at uncle Sam’s house
Uncle Sam’s conversation with his friend, Tunde on the
phone…
“Guy! how far now?” Uncle Sam said.
“I dey oo. How you dey na?” Tunde replied.
“I’m good oo. Na wa see as you forget pesin. You go abroad, you no
con remember your guy”
“Ahn ahn! Sam! Sam! No dey talk like that na. I spoke to you like a
month ago. You know now, with work and all. I’ve been really busy.
But how you dey now? When we go receive your wedding
invitation”
“See my guy!!! Talking as a married man. Na because say you marry
Chioma abi. You’re now giving me the “get married” talk. Not
yet jare.”
“But guy seriously, you’re getting old oo. Your almost thirty and
you’re not even thinking about marriage. Shay you still dey follow all
those your babes.”
“No oo. Those ones are history. You won’t believe what that Cynthia
did to me. She chop my money, con waka.”
“Ehn but na you cos am. Didn’t you tell her you weren’t serious
about marriage yet.”
“Wo! E don do. I didn’t call you to give me all these talks oo. So
how is baby now and your wife?”
“They are all fine. Baby is turning one in two weeks sef”
“Are you serious? See my guy that just got married oo. Na wa oo.”
“That’s why I’m telling to start thinking about it. I mean, you’re a
successful banker, a smart guy and ripe for marriage. You’ve already
achieved a lot so why not look for a woman who will stand strong
for you. That will be your pillar. Okay see now, when I get home, I
know my wife has already prepared one of my favourite dishes.
When I want to you know, I know there is someone who won’t
turn me down. She has always been supportive with my decisions,
helps me avoid mistakes….”
Sam cut in, “E don do guy!! I hear you. E be like say na this
Chioma fit you. I remember when you used to make jest of her
going to church everyday parade. Who knew you would end up with
her. Bad guy! ”
“That was before oo. I’m not like that again oo. But It’s all good.”
“Yeah…okay now! I have to go, let me leave you to your “wife”. We
will talk later.”
Tunde laughs saying, “My guy!!! Okay now, we go see. Bye.”
“Yeah bye,” uncle Sam says ending the call.
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Uncle Sam’s pov
“Wow, wow, wow, Tunde my guy! Who knew this man would be
happily married.” I said to myself after ending the call with Tunde,
my long time friend. I couldn’t believe that the same guy who used
to mess around with me while we were still in school could actually
get married. Back then, he used to say married men were weak men
and all of a sudden, he encourages me to settle down. Life is indeed
funny. I went into my room to take a shower. I needed to get out
of my suits. As I stepped into my room, the image of Meso flashed
through my mind. I never stopped thinking about her and all that
happened that day. I felt bad that I hurt her but I still wanted to
be with her. The more I thought about her, the more I desperately
wanted to see her. I shook it off my mind and told myself that she
was in the hostel. It wasn’t possible to see her like I used to. I
was even sure she would probably not want to see me if I did visit
her. I knew she was still mad.
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Meso’s pov
Two weeks later, we had a guest speaker who came to talk to all
the students in the school concerning sex education.
“All boys and girls!!! Move to the multipurpose hall,” the senior
prefects said as they entered each class.
I needed to use the washroom so I left with Anabelle who decided
to follow me. When I got in, I shut the door behind while Anabelle
stood outside, waiting for me. As I pulled down my panties, I
checked to see if I was on my period. I had intentionally worn a
sanitary pad that morning because I was expecting my monthly flow
but to my surprise, It was as clean as I had put it on. I didn’t
think it was a big deal since the day wasn’t over and so I took a
pee and left the washroom to join Anabelle outside.
As we got to the multipurpose hall, we took our seats where other
junior students sat and a few minutes the speaker came up to the
podium. She started by introducing herself before proceeding to the
talk of the day. She spoke on a lot of issues relating to sex and
even though it was something that was repeated often, she said
something that struck me. She mentioned things regarding
unprotected sex, unwanted pregnancy, rape and that was when
my hears decided to listen. When she started talking on unprotected
sex, I recalled the day uncle Sam raped me. I remembered he didn’t
use a condom and that was when I wished I would instantly fall
down and die. I wanted to run mad. My eyes began to fill with
tears. It meant I was pregnant. That explained everything. Why I
hadn’t seen my period. Why I was always weak. I didn’t know what
to do as I was seated there. I stood up from my seat and decided
to take permission from the senior to let me leave the hall but she
told me to remain seated since the program was about to end.
When I sat down, Anabelle who had been sitting beside me asked if
I was okay. I nodded and pretended like there was nothing wrong.
She said, “Okay” and went back to listening to the speaker while I
kept on trying to remain calm. Who would I talk to? What will I
tell them? Just when I was thinking of all this. The program came
to an end and the lady speaker announced that If anyone needed
advice or anything of some sort to see her after the program. In
my mind, I debated whether to see her or not and concluded that I
wasn’t going to. I didn’t want anyone to know. They would have to
tell my parents and the whole school would find out. I would bring
shame to everyone. I couldn’t risk it. As the students marched out
of the hall to their various classes, I told Anabelle that I would see
her in class and ran to the washroom. I entered into one of the
vacant spots and shut it behind me. I cried my eyes out. I cried in
silence so that I wouldn’t be heard. I couldn’t believe that I was
going to have a child for my uncle.
To be continued….
FORBIDDEN LOVE 10
Continuation…….
On my way to the hostel, I met two senior girls who were also
walking to the hostel a stone throw away from me.
“Junior babe! Junior babe!” one of them called out.
I looked at them to see who they were calling and realized it was
me so I walked up to them and greeted them. When I did, they
laughed and insisted I say hi or hello. I didn’t know why the seniors
had a big deal with good afternoon or good evening. I guess to them
it was their way of acting posh like Anabelle once said. They asked
if I was new in the hostel and I told them I had just arrived that
afternoon. They also said they had seen me with senior Daniel and
asked if I knew him and all. I told them that he was my school
father and their face seemed to brighten up when I mentioned it.
“So he is your school father. What’s your name?” one of them said.
“Meso,” I replied.
“Okay Meso, my name is Onome and this is Joy,” the same senior girl
said as she pointed at the other girl.
“Okay senior Onome and senior Joy,” I replied.
“No! No! No! You don’t need to call me senior. Just call me by my
name, Onome. From now on, I will take care of you as my school
daughter. If you need anything, food, money, advice. Just meet me
okay? My room is room seventeen. So you know where to find me
now. Okay?” senior Onome said.
“Yes senior…I mean Onome.”
“Good, now you can go to the hostel, freshen up and prepare for
lights out. The senior prefect girl will be ringing the bell for that
soon”
“Hmmn Onome, the school mother. You know we also observe lights
out too, we better start going to. I don’t want senior Ada to start
her madness this night.” I heard senior Joy, the other senior girl say
while I was walking away from them.
When I got to the hostel, I noticed that most of my mates were in
their towels, some already in their night gowns. I guessed they were
all preparing for lights out. I asked Anabelle what time they
observed lights out and she told me the prefects were to ring the
bell by 10:00pm every night. I asked if there would be prep time (an
hour of the day where all students are supposed to stay together
and study without any form of noise) before then and she said there
wouldn’t be because it was the first week of school so I also took
a shower before changing into my nighties.
An hour later, the bell was rung for lights out. Demilade, one of my
roommates stood up from her bed and went to put out the lights
while every other person cuddled up in their beds. A few minutes
later, a senior came into the room and when she saw that everyone
was on their beds, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The next day, very early in the morning, I heard the bell ring for
some time and immediately all my mates who were sleeping stood up
from their beds, rushing out and yelling, “I’m after you! I’m after
you!”. As confused as I was, I decided to ask Anabelle why they
were yelling.
“You know we take turns to have our bath and the lines for each
of the bathroom are usually long. That’s why we keep spaces oo
because sometimes some seniors even come to bounce us so that
they’ll have their bath first,” Anabelle said.
That was when I understood the reason for the yelling. I asked
Anabelle if she had found space to take her bath and she said she
already kept spaces for both of us. I thanked her and hugged her
dearly. Meanwhile, I decided to get my uniform and shoes ready.
While doing so, I remembered the very day my uncle took advantage
of me and tears began to roll down. I didn’t want anyone in the
room to see my tears so I tried hiding my face.
Anabelle who left the room a few minutes ago came inside again.
She walked up straight to me and I tried to wipe my tears as
quickly as I could but Anabelle caught up with me. She looked at my
eyes and saw that I had been crying. She said she was going to tell
me to go and have my bath as I was after the person that was in
the bathroom at the moment but she met me crying instead. She
asked why I had been crying and I remember saying I was missing
home. I didn’t want to tell anyone about uncle Sam and I. I was
too embarrassed and I didn’t want people to think uncle Sam was a
bad person. How stupid I was. Anabelle consoled me and tried to
make me laugh. She told me it was normal to miss home and I
shouldn’t be crying because I just got to the hostel the day before.
She said it would be okay and even though deep down I wasn’t
okay and didn’t think it would be, I nodded at her statement. I
wasn’t okay for a reason completely different from what she
thought but I told her I was fine and thanked her.
Anabelle had always been like a young mother even from primary
school. We had been very close, sometimes people mistook us as
siblings because we did almost everything together. I told her almost
all my secrets but this was one secret I didn’t think I had the guts
to spill.
Later that morning, the bell was rung for a morning devotion which
was conducted by the chapel prefect boy and girl, and after we had
our breakfast. Throughout that day, I tried as much as possible to
forget everything that was in the past, but I guess as much as I
tried to forget, the sicker I got. I just wasn’t feeling fine.
To be continued…..
On my way to the hostel, I met two senior girls who were also
walking to the hostel a stone throw away from me.
“Junior babe! Junior babe!” one of them called out.
I looked at them to see who they were calling and realized it was
me so I walked up to them and greeted them. When I did, they
laughed and insisted I say hi or hello. I didn’t know why the seniors
had a big deal with good afternoon or good evening. I guess to them
it was their way of acting posh like Anabelle once said. They asked
if I was new in the hostel and I told them I had just arrived that
afternoon. They also said they had seen me with senior Daniel and
asked if I knew him and all. I told them that he was my school
father and their face seemed to brighten up when I mentioned it.
“So he is your school father. What’s your name?” one of them said.
“Meso,” I replied.
“Okay Meso, my name is Onome and this is Joy,” the same senior girl
said as she pointed at the other girl.
“Okay senior Onome and senior Joy,” I replied.
“No! No! No! You don’t need to call me senior. Just call me by my
name, Onome. From now on, I will take care of you as my school
daughter. If you need anything, food, money, advice. Just meet me
okay? My room is room seventeen. So you know where to find me
now. Okay?” senior Onome said.
“Yes senior…I mean Onome.”
“Good, now you can go to the hostel, freshen up and prepare for
lights out. The senior prefect girl will be ringing the bell for that
soon”
“Hmmn Onome, the school mother. You know we also observe lights
out too, we better start going to. I don’t want senior Ada to start
her madness this night.” I heard senior Joy, the other senior girl say
while I was walking away from them.
When I got to the hostel, I noticed that most of my mates were in
their towels, some already in their night gowns. I guessed they were
all preparing for lights out. I asked Anabelle what time they
observed lights out and she told me the prefects were to ring the
bell by 10:00pm every night. I asked if there would be prep time (an
hour of the day where all students are supposed to stay together
and study without any form of noise) before then and she said there
wouldn’t be because it was the first week of school so I also took
a shower before changing into my nighties.
An hour later, the bell was rung for lights out. Demilade, one of my
roommates stood up from her bed and went to put out the lights
while every other person cuddled up in their beds. A few minutes
later, a senior came into the room and when she saw that everyone
was on their beds, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The next day, very early in the morning, I heard the bell ring for
some time and immediately all my mates who were sleeping stood up
from their beds, rushing out and yelling, “I’m after you! I’m after
you!”. As confused as I was, I decided to ask Anabelle why they
were yelling.
“You know we take turns to have our bath and the lines for each
of the bathroom are usually long. That’s why we keep spaces oo
because sometimes some seniors even come to bounce us so that
they’ll have their bath first,” Anabelle said.
That was when I understood the reason for the yelling. I asked
Anabelle if she had found space to take her bath and she said she
already kept spaces for both of us. I thanked her and hugged her
dearly. Meanwhile, I decided to get my uniform and shoes ready.
While doing so, I remembered the very day my uncle took advantage
of me and tears began to roll down. I didn’t want anyone in the
room to see my tears so I tried hiding my face.
Anabelle who left the room a few minutes ago came inside again.
She walked up straight to me and I tried to wipe my tears as
quickly as I could but Anabelle caught up with me. She looked at my
eyes and saw that I had been crying. She said she was going to tell
me to go and have my bath as I was after the person that was in
the bathroom at the moment but she met me crying instead. She
asked why I had been crying and I remember saying I was missing
home. I didn’t want to tell anyone about uncle Sam and I. I was
too embarrassed and I didn’t want people to think uncle Sam was a
bad person. How stupid I was. Anabelle consoled me and tried to
make me laugh. She told me it was normal to miss home and I
shouldn’t be crying because I just got to the hostel the day before.
She said it would be okay and even though deep down I wasn’t
okay and didn’t think it would be, I nodded at her statement. I
wasn’t okay for a reason completely different from what she
thought but I told her I was fine and thanked her.
Anabelle had always been like a young mother even from primary
school. We had been very close, sometimes people mistook us as
siblings because we did almost everything together. I told her almost
all my secrets but this was one secret I didn’t think I had the guts
to spill.
Later that morning, the bell was rung for a morning devotion which
was conducted by the chapel prefect boy and girl, and after we had
our breakfast. Throughout that day, I tried as much as possible to
forget everything that was in the past, but I guess as much as I
tried to forget, the sicker I got. I just wasn’t feeling fine.
To be continued…..
Monday, 15 February 2016
FORBIDDEN LOVE 9
Continuation……
As long as I had waited for this day and as happy as I should have
been, I was still very sad about what happened between me and
uncle Sam. I couldn’t just smile at the tall building that was
standing in front of me with ‘Girls hostel’ written on it. I wanted
to be happy that I was finally going to experience the life as a
boarder but I just couldn’t take my mind off everything. I put on
a fake smile as my dad helped me with my suitcases. My mother who
carried her bag and just my pillow in her hands was smiling warmly
at me. I guess she still thought I was sad about leaving home. My
sister on the other hand really looked sad that I was leaving. She
took my buckets out of the trunk and went to stand beside my
mum, not saying a single word. I felt really bad that I was leaving
her but it had been the decision of our parents to make me boarder.
I couldn’t even console her. I was just too weak to be in any other
mood. We walked into the gates after greeting the security guards
who stood there. They even helped with some of my items which
made it easier for us while one of the security guards directed us
to where we were supposed to get checked in. We walked about
five minutes until we came to a point where five women were
seated at a table under a canopy. They looked like the ‘house
mothers’ like I usually hear the boarders call them. They looked a
little old except two who looked like they were in their early
thirties. They smiled at us as we approached them. My dad and mum
who had been smiling all the way from home greeted them and
exchanged words before I was asked to open my suitcases for
search. They said it was a normal thing since provisions and some
other things weren’t allowed, they needed to make sure there was
no contraband brought to the hostel.
“Did you label your items with your name written on them?” one of
the house mothers asked.
I nodded my head and muttered a “yes ma” while I and my dad
were asked to sign some papers. After I was being checked in, they
told me to say my goodbyes as my family weren’t allowed further at
that point. After holding everything in, the tears that had built up
since began to drop and I cried as I hugged them. I didn’t just cry
because I was going to miss them. I cried because all of a sudden I
became scared. While clinging to them, one of the house mothers
called me a baby and asked to take my things to room seven on the
second floor. I waved my family goodbye as I watch them leave the
premises. I carried the lightest items and hoped that I would find
someone to help me with the rest and just when I was thinking
about it, one of the young house mothers decided to help with some
of my belongings. She just kept smiling at me which made me feel a
little better. On getting to room seven on the second floor, I heard
one of my friends, Annabelle talking loudly. As I opened the door of
room seven, I saw some of my mates seated at a corner in the
room, just talking. By the time they looked up, they all shouted
“Meso!!! Meso!!!” as they ran towards me. Smiling, I hugged them one
after the other. They collected my belongings from the house mother
who had helped me carry some of them and they all followed me to
get the rest. I don’t know what happened but all of a sudden, my
sadness dissolved and I was filled with joy.
After about two hours, I was done unpacking. My friends had
helped me with most of the unpacking. They arranged my
clothes into the closet, they arranged my bed and helped me with a
few other things. Not long after, I heard the bell ring and asked
Annabelle the reason for the bell.
“It’s time for dinner,” Anabelle said. She hadn’t stopped smiling ever
since I arrived.
“I’m so happy you’re here” She had said earlier.
I said, “okay” and followed them as we all left the room to the
dining hall which was a two minutes walk from the girls hostel. We
all got into the hall and went to take our seats. The hall was a big
one indeed, the hostel boys and girls shared it and so it was flooded
with a lot of students. I looked around while seated on my chair
amazed at the plenty students that came in. From the senior boys
and girls to the junior boys and girls, all in our house wear. The
junior girls had a long ugly looking gown while the senior girls had a
different type of gown but much more good looking. Same as the
boys with the juniors in shorts and seniors in trousers. You could tell
the difference from the way they dressed and also the way they
behaved. You could see the junior boys like the ones in my set, Ayo
and co, running around and playing in their short bodies while the
senior boys strolled in coolly with their hands in their pockets. I
noticed senior Daniel among the midst of some of the other senior
boys laughing and chatting but I looked away not wanting him to
notice me yet.
“Everyone settle down and keep quiet,” I heard the senior prefect
boy shout and immediately the hall was as quiet as a graveyard.
“Shall we pray,” he said again and everyone stood up with their
heads bowed and eyes closed.
The next thing I heard was “For the food we are about to eat, we
thank you oh lord” echoing all over the hall before they took their
seats again. They began to call row by row to line up for their food.
While I and my friends were still waiting to be called on, we kept
on chatting until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked at who had
tapped me and saw a junior boy holding a plate of meat in his hands.
“Senior Daniel said I should give you this,” looking at him confused,
I told him I didn’t want it. I mean how did he even know I was
around. I didn’t even tell him I was going to be a boarder. I
guessed he had seen me too. The boy refused to return it and said
senior Daniel had said not to go back without handing the plate of
meat to me. I sighed and collected the plate from his hands before
he dashed out of sight.
“If you don’t want it, give me oo. You people will just be forming
for school father again,” Funke who had probably been eyeing the
meat said.
I just laughed and handed her the plate of meat before our row
was called to get our food. After dinner, the same junior boy who
had brought the plate of meat earlier came walking towards me.
“Senior Daniel said he wants to see you now,” he said. “He is beside
the palm tree just outside the dining hall”
I nodded at his message and went immediately to see him. I already
waved my friends bye and told them I would see them in the hostel.
On getting to the place the junior boy had described, I saw senior
Daniel leaning coolly on the palm tree.
“Hey! my baby,” he said when he saw me.
I smiled and greeted him with a ‘good evening’.
“You know, you can just say ‘hey dad’ or ‘hello dad’ or ‘hey Daniel’
you don’t have to be so formal. I’m not the house master. Anyway,
how are you?
“I’m fine,” I replied.
“You know I’m angry with you,” he said again.
Smiling I said, “Did I do something wrong?”
“Your number one offence is you were coming to the hostel as a
boarder and you didn’t even tell me. Two, you rejected my meat, you
think I didn’t see you ehn and three you can’t even hug your
school father. Chai!! My life”
“No now, it’s not…” before I could complete my statement he
completed it for me.
“like that. I know oo. It’s not always like that.” he said and opened
his arms gesturing me to hug him in which I did.
“I’m just teasing you but I’m still angry oo” he said but before we
could talk further, I heard and saw someone call his name while
walking up to us.
“Daniel, the senior prefect boy is calling you” the other senior boy
said.
I’m guessing it was his friend because I used to see them hanging
around together. Senior Daniel who heard this told me to go back
to my hostel, that he would see me later and immediately he followed
the other boy as they walked towards the boys hostel. I guessed he
couldn’t say no to the senior prefect since he was still a class below
him so he had to leave.
To be continued….
As long as I had waited for this day and as happy as I should have
been, I was still very sad about what happened between me and
uncle Sam. I couldn’t just smile at the tall building that was
standing in front of me with ‘Girls hostel’ written on it. I wanted
to be happy that I was finally going to experience the life as a
boarder but I just couldn’t take my mind off everything. I put on
a fake smile as my dad helped me with my suitcases. My mother who
carried her bag and just my pillow in her hands was smiling warmly
at me. I guess she still thought I was sad about leaving home. My
sister on the other hand really looked sad that I was leaving. She
took my buckets out of the trunk and went to stand beside my
mum, not saying a single word. I felt really bad that I was leaving
her but it had been the decision of our parents to make me boarder.
I couldn’t even console her. I was just too weak to be in any other
mood. We walked into the gates after greeting the security guards
who stood there. They even helped with some of my items which
made it easier for us while one of the security guards directed us
to where we were supposed to get checked in. We walked about
five minutes until we came to a point where five women were
seated at a table under a canopy. They looked like the ‘house
mothers’ like I usually hear the boarders call them. They looked a
little old except two who looked like they were in their early
thirties. They smiled at us as we approached them. My dad and mum
who had been smiling all the way from home greeted them and
exchanged words before I was asked to open my suitcases for
search. They said it was a normal thing since provisions and some
other things weren’t allowed, they needed to make sure there was
no contraband brought to the hostel.
“Did you label your items with your name written on them?” one of
the house mothers asked.
I nodded my head and muttered a “yes ma” while I and my dad
were asked to sign some papers. After I was being checked in, they
told me to say my goodbyes as my family weren’t allowed further at
that point. After holding everything in, the tears that had built up
since began to drop and I cried as I hugged them. I didn’t just cry
because I was going to miss them. I cried because all of a sudden I
became scared. While clinging to them, one of the house mothers
called me a baby and asked to take my things to room seven on the
second floor. I waved my family goodbye as I watch them leave the
premises. I carried the lightest items and hoped that I would find
someone to help me with the rest and just when I was thinking
about it, one of the young house mothers decided to help with some
of my belongings. She just kept smiling at me which made me feel a
little better. On getting to room seven on the second floor, I heard
one of my friends, Annabelle talking loudly. As I opened the door of
room seven, I saw some of my mates seated at a corner in the
room, just talking. By the time they looked up, they all shouted
“Meso!!! Meso!!!” as they ran towards me. Smiling, I hugged them one
after the other. They collected my belongings from the house mother
who had helped me carry some of them and they all followed me to
get the rest. I don’t know what happened but all of a sudden, my
sadness dissolved and I was filled with joy.
After about two hours, I was done unpacking. My friends had
helped me with most of the unpacking. They arranged my
clothes into the closet, they arranged my bed and helped me with a
few other things. Not long after, I heard the bell ring and asked
Annabelle the reason for the bell.
“It’s time for dinner,” Anabelle said. She hadn’t stopped smiling ever
since I arrived.
“I’m so happy you’re here” She had said earlier.
I said, “okay” and followed them as we all left the room to the
dining hall which was a two minutes walk from the girls hostel. We
all got into the hall and went to take our seats. The hall was a big
one indeed, the hostel boys and girls shared it and so it was flooded
with a lot of students. I looked around while seated on my chair
amazed at the plenty students that came in. From the senior boys
and girls to the junior boys and girls, all in our house wear. The
junior girls had a long ugly looking gown while the senior girls had a
different type of gown but much more good looking. Same as the
boys with the juniors in shorts and seniors in trousers. You could tell
the difference from the way they dressed and also the way they
behaved. You could see the junior boys like the ones in my set, Ayo
and co, running around and playing in their short bodies while the
senior boys strolled in coolly with their hands in their pockets. I
noticed senior Daniel among the midst of some of the other senior
boys laughing and chatting but I looked away not wanting him to
notice me yet.
“Everyone settle down and keep quiet,” I heard the senior prefect
boy shout and immediately the hall was as quiet as a graveyard.
“Shall we pray,” he said again and everyone stood up with their
heads bowed and eyes closed.
The next thing I heard was “For the food we are about to eat, we
thank you oh lord” echoing all over the hall before they took their
seats again. They began to call row by row to line up for their food.
While I and my friends were still waiting to be called on, we kept
on chatting until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked at who had
tapped me and saw a junior boy holding a plate of meat in his hands.
“Senior Daniel said I should give you this,” looking at him confused,
I told him I didn’t want it. I mean how did he even know I was
around. I didn’t even tell him I was going to be a boarder. I
guessed he had seen me too. The boy refused to return it and said
senior Daniel had said not to go back without handing the plate of
meat to me. I sighed and collected the plate from his hands before
he dashed out of sight.
“If you don’t want it, give me oo. You people will just be forming
for school father again,” Funke who had probably been eyeing the
meat said.
I just laughed and handed her the plate of meat before our row
was called to get our food. After dinner, the same junior boy who
had brought the plate of meat earlier came walking towards me.
“Senior Daniel said he wants to see you now,” he said. “He is beside
the palm tree just outside the dining hall”
I nodded at his message and went immediately to see him. I already
waved my friends bye and told them I would see them in the hostel.
On getting to the place the junior boy had described, I saw senior
Daniel leaning coolly on the palm tree.
“Hey! my baby,” he said when he saw me.
I smiled and greeted him with a ‘good evening’.
“You know, you can just say ‘hey dad’ or ‘hello dad’ or ‘hey Daniel’
you don’t have to be so formal. I’m not the house master. Anyway,
how are you?
“I’m fine,” I replied.
“You know I’m angry with you,” he said again.
Smiling I said, “Did I do something wrong?”
“Your number one offence is you were coming to the hostel as a
boarder and you didn’t even tell me. Two, you rejected my meat, you
think I didn’t see you ehn and three you can’t even hug your
school father. Chai!! My life”
“No now, it’s not…” before I could complete my statement he
completed it for me.
“like that. I know oo. It’s not always like that.” he said and opened
his arms gesturing me to hug him in which I did.
“I’m just teasing you but I’m still angry oo” he said but before we
could talk further, I heard and saw someone call his name while
walking up to us.
“Daniel, the senior prefect boy is calling you” the other senior boy
said.
I’m guessing it was his friend because I used to see them hanging
around together. Senior Daniel who heard this told me to go back
to my hostel, that he would see me later and immediately he followed
the other boy as they walked towards the boys hostel. I guessed he
couldn’t say no to the senior prefect since he was still a class below
him so he had to leave.
To be continued….
FORBIDDEN LOVE 8
Continuation…
Still in shock, laying down on the bed and staring into space,
uncle Sam said,”Meso, stand up now and go and clean yourself or do
you want me to wash up for you?”
I didn’t say a word, I only stood up, picked up my clothes and went
straight into his bathroom to clean up. When I got in, I stood right
under the shower and let the water pour down on me. I didn’t even
move for a while or realize when tears started running down from
my eyes. I felt very unclean. I felt like a wasted good. I didn’t
know much about sex or virginity but I knew that as a Christian,
everything that happened was all wrong. I wasn’t supposed to have
sex at this age, let alone with my uncle. I was supposed to wait for
the right time. “Keep yourself for your husband,” my mum had said
to me one time. My mind couldn’t stop processing a lot of things at
once. What just happened? What will I do? Who will I run to? I
kept asking myself those questions while crying. When I was done
having my bath, I stepped out of the shower, dried myself up and
put on my clothes uncle Sam had almost torn while trying to get me
naked. I was in so much pain I couldn’t even walk well. Apart from
the fact that I had just been raped, I had body pains from his
tight grip and weight that rested on me while he raped me. I got
out of the bathroom, looking around to see if he was somewhere in
the room but he wasn’t. He had also changed the bedsheets and
arranged the room leaving it looking as innocent as it is a lie. On my
way to my room for the night, I stopped by the sitting room to
check for uncle Sam or Esther. I sighted Esther still engrossed in
the cartoon she was watching and uncle Sam busy with his phone. I
didn’t want them to notice my presence so I walked quietly to the
room. I guess that didn’t work because immediately after I shut
the door, I heard footsteps coming from the sitting room and I was
so sure it was uncle Sam. I ignored it anyway and got in bed to
continue sulking when I saw the door open and uncle Sam walked
in, shutting the door behind him.
“Meso!!! Meso!!!” he said as he walked to the side of the bed where
I laid and went on his knees.
I didn’t want to see him and so I turned the other way, my back
facing him.
“Meso, I know you’re angry with me and I’m so sorry. I don’t
know what to call my action. I’m very sorry Meso. It’s just because
I love you. I can’t stay away from you too long. I needed you at
that moment, if not, I don’t know what would have happened to
me. Meso, please forgive me, I know I shouldn’t have forced you
but I don’t know what came over me. I love you, baby. I really do.
You know you’re the only one that has my heart. Please! Meso
forgive me. Please let’s keep it a secret. Let it just be between us.
I know you love me too,” uncle Sam said.
I just couldn’t face him after what had happened because I was
scared of him. I wanted to recover and possibly just wake up from
a dream like the one I had of him the other time. If only I knew
that the dream was trying to tell me something, I wouldn’t have
pushed it aside. The funny thing was even with what uncle Sam did
to me, there was no hatred in my heart for him. I didn’t even
dislike him which was strange but I was definitely scared.
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Uncle Sam’s pov
I knew Meso would be so scared of me. I knew she wouldn’t want
to look me in the eyes again but I needed her forgiveness. I really
loved Meso and I didn’t want the relationship we had to destroy
because of my action. Her back still facing me, I kept on begging
her hoping she would just turn to face me even if it was just for a
minute. I actually felt really bad for doing what I did but I
couldn’t take it back. I don’t know why Meso had just been all up
in my head for a while now. I mean I had had affairs with other
women that were more mature, wife material and all of those
package as they call it but something kept on pulling me closer to
Meso. Trust me, I knew it was all wrong but I couldn’t figure out
what was happening to me.
“Uncle, why me?” Meso said as she finally turned to face me, still
not looking into my eyes.
“Meso, like I said, I don’t know what came over me but I really
love you. I’m sure you know that. Please, Meso, forgive me,” I
replied hoping she would say something else but she just turned her
back on me without saying a word. I sighed, standing up and said,
“Thank you” before leaving the room. I had a feeling Meso had
forgiven me but I still felt bad.
The next day, I had to take Meso and Esther back home before
noon and so I got them ready by ten o’clock in the morning and
drove them home. Meso wasn’t still in a bright mood but I didn’t
want to push it so I didn’t say a word to her while we were in the
car. We just drove off in silence. When we got to the house, I
greeted my brother and his wife before saying my goodbye. Before I
left, I glanced at Meso one last time who also glanced at me before
I got into my car and drove off.
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Meso’s pov
Later that day, my mum took me to the market to buy the
remaining items I needed as a boarder. I didn’t even say a word
about what happened between me and uncle Sam. I just kept looking
and acting like a dummy because my expression only showed forth
sadness. I was able to walk better than I could before from all the
pain, so I managed to endure and pretend like I was okay in front
of my mum. She noticed I was sad but she only thought it was
because I was going to the boarding house and so she consoled me
for the wrong reason. I tried my best to cheer up and forget it. I
didn’t know why I couldn’t tell because uncle Sam didn’t even
threaten me or something, he only begged. It hurt me that I
wasn’t even angry with him. Usually, when I hear of other people’s
rape incident or movies on rape incidents, I see how bitter and
angry the victims are. They spit and throw curses on their abusers
but I wasn’t in that state. I couldn’t understand my situation. I
could only feel hurt in silence.
The next day, after church, I took my meal and slept for about an
hour before I was being woken up by Esther who said I was being
called by our parents. My parents called me into the sitting room, sat
me down and gave me lectures on you know what. They told me to
always be focused, be prayerful, face my studies and all of that in
which I paid attention. They even concluded that they knew I was
sad about leaving for the hostel but It was for the best and all of
that. I just kept on nodding and a few minutes later, we were done
talking. After about an hour more, I packed my luggage into the
trunk of the car and we drove straight to the hostel with my
parents seated at the front and my sister, beside me in the car. I
took it upon myself to forget about all that happened between me
and uncle Sam since it had already occured and vowed to keep it a
secret.
To be continued………
Still in shock, laying down on the bed and staring into space,
uncle Sam said,”Meso, stand up now and go and clean yourself or do
you want me to wash up for you?”
I didn’t say a word, I only stood up, picked up my clothes and went
straight into his bathroom to clean up. When I got in, I stood right
under the shower and let the water pour down on me. I didn’t even
move for a while or realize when tears started running down from
my eyes. I felt very unclean. I felt like a wasted good. I didn’t
know much about sex or virginity but I knew that as a Christian,
everything that happened was all wrong. I wasn’t supposed to have
sex at this age, let alone with my uncle. I was supposed to wait for
the right time. “Keep yourself for your husband,” my mum had said
to me one time. My mind couldn’t stop processing a lot of things at
once. What just happened? What will I do? Who will I run to? I
kept asking myself those questions while crying. When I was done
having my bath, I stepped out of the shower, dried myself up and
put on my clothes uncle Sam had almost torn while trying to get me
naked. I was in so much pain I couldn’t even walk well. Apart from
the fact that I had just been raped, I had body pains from his
tight grip and weight that rested on me while he raped me. I got
out of the bathroom, looking around to see if he was somewhere in
the room but he wasn’t. He had also changed the bedsheets and
arranged the room leaving it looking as innocent as it is a lie. On my
way to my room for the night, I stopped by the sitting room to
check for uncle Sam or Esther. I sighted Esther still engrossed in
the cartoon she was watching and uncle Sam busy with his phone. I
didn’t want them to notice my presence so I walked quietly to the
room. I guess that didn’t work because immediately after I shut
the door, I heard footsteps coming from the sitting room and I was
so sure it was uncle Sam. I ignored it anyway and got in bed to
continue sulking when I saw the door open and uncle Sam walked
in, shutting the door behind him.
“Meso!!! Meso!!!” he said as he walked to the side of the bed where
I laid and went on his knees.
I didn’t want to see him and so I turned the other way, my back
facing him.
“Meso, I know you’re angry with me and I’m so sorry. I don’t
know what to call my action. I’m very sorry Meso. It’s just because
I love you. I can’t stay away from you too long. I needed you at
that moment, if not, I don’t know what would have happened to
me. Meso, please forgive me, I know I shouldn’t have forced you
but I don’t know what came over me. I love you, baby. I really do.
You know you’re the only one that has my heart. Please! Meso
forgive me. Please let’s keep it a secret. Let it just be between us.
I know you love me too,” uncle Sam said.
I just couldn’t face him after what had happened because I was
scared of him. I wanted to recover and possibly just wake up from
a dream like the one I had of him the other time. If only I knew
that the dream was trying to tell me something, I wouldn’t have
pushed it aside. The funny thing was even with what uncle Sam did
to me, there was no hatred in my heart for him. I didn’t even
dislike him which was strange but I was definitely scared.
**********************************************************
****************
Uncle Sam’s pov
I knew Meso would be so scared of me. I knew she wouldn’t want
to look me in the eyes again but I needed her forgiveness. I really
loved Meso and I didn’t want the relationship we had to destroy
because of my action. Her back still facing me, I kept on begging
her hoping she would just turn to face me even if it was just for a
minute. I actually felt really bad for doing what I did but I
couldn’t take it back. I don’t know why Meso had just been all up
in my head for a while now. I mean I had had affairs with other
women that were more mature, wife material and all of those
package as they call it but something kept on pulling me closer to
Meso. Trust me, I knew it was all wrong but I couldn’t figure out
what was happening to me.
“Uncle, why me?” Meso said as she finally turned to face me, still
not looking into my eyes.
“Meso, like I said, I don’t know what came over me but I really
love you. I’m sure you know that. Please, Meso, forgive me,” I
replied hoping she would say something else but she just turned her
back on me without saying a word. I sighed, standing up and said,
“Thank you” before leaving the room. I had a feeling Meso had
forgiven me but I still felt bad.
The next day, I had to take Meso and Esther back home before
noon and so I got them ready by ten o’clock in the morning and
drove them home. Meso wasn’t still in a bright mood but I didn’t
want to push it so I didn’t say a word to her while we were in the
car. We just drove off in silence. When we got to the house, I
greeted my brother and his wife before saying my goodbye. Before I
left, I glanced at Meso one last time who also glanced at me before
I got into my car and drove off.
**********************************************************
****************
Meso’s pov
Later that day, my mum took me to the market to buy the
remaining items I needed as a boarder. I didn’t even say a word
about what happened between me and uncle Sam. I just kept looking
and acting like a dummy because my expression only showed forth
sadness. I was able to walk better than I could before from all the
pain, so I managed to endure and pretend like I was okay in front
of my mum. She noticed I was sad but she only thought it was
because I was going to the boarding house and so she consoled me
for the wrong reason. I tried my best to cheer up and forget it. I
didn’t know why I couldn’t tell because uncle Sam didn’t even
threaten me or something, he only begged. It hurt me that I
wasn’t even angry with him. Usually, when I hear of other people’s
rape incident or movies on rape incidents, I see how bitter and
angry the victims are. They spit and throw curses on their abusers
but I wasn’t in that state. I couldn’t understand my situation. I
could only feel hurt in silence.
The next day, after church, I took my meal and slept for about an
hour before I was being woken up by Esther who said I was being
called by our parents. My parents called me into the sitting room, sat
me down and gave me lectures on you know what. They told me to
always be focused, be prayerful, face my studies and all of that in
which I paid attention. They even concluded that they knew I was
sad about leaving for the hostel but It was for the best and all of
that. I just kept on nodding and a few minutes later, we were done
talking. After about an hour more, I packed my luggage into the
trunk of the car and we drove straight to the hostel with my
parents seated at the front and my sister, beside me in the car. I
took it upon myself to forget about all that happened between me
and uncle Sam since it had already occured and vowed to keep it a
secret.
To be continued………
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