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………

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.

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.

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………

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….

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…..

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….

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………

WHEN YOU ARE YOUR VILLAGE!!!!

Have you ever wondered how your neighbour defines that word "village"??? Growing up as a kid,I was made to understand that the village is where evil things happen,where destinies are stolen and where great futures are shattered. Unfortunately, I have come of age and I can tell you that I have never been to my village since I was born!!! You can choose to exclaim,but that's true because of the impression our fore father's gave us.

Looking at the present day,we discover that when people fail in life,academics,business and every other aspect,they always most at times trace it to their village. You hear stuffs like " This thing is from my village" or " Them dey do am from village". These beliefs are not all true.

I do not deny and dispute the fact that there are people in villages who mean bad for certain people but I've come to realize that 90% of those who think the problem is from their village are totally wrong!!! So I began to ask myself, what if YOU ARE YOUR VILLAGE?? What if after blaming all the grannies in your hometown,you discover that the real problem facing you is not the village itself but the village in you?? I'll leave you to answer that....

A man's greatest enemy is himself!!! Some people know the right things to do,yet they don't do it. You know you have to read to pass,yet you wait till the last day of revision. You know you have to build yourself in the line of business, yet you wait till the opportunity comes and slips off your hands... You are so nonchalant and relaxed about everything, yet you dream of using the best car. Listen, Assumption is the lowest form of knowledge so you have to rise to your feet and leave that village in YOU!! Yes!!! I said Leave that village in You!!!

When you sleep at the time you ought to work, eat at the time you ought not too, talk at the time you ought to be quiet or play at the time you ought to be serious, you are activating the village in you!!! There is a village inside of you that do not want you to make progress... Do you know the name of that village??? FEELINGS!!!..

Your FEELINGS are selfish and egocentric... It is feelings that will tell you that you are tired,so go to bed. The same feelings will tell you why not go to that party and do your assignment tomorrow!! The same feelings will tell you to procrastinate because there is still time. SELFISH!! It only wants you to please it and when you continue to please it,you have raised up the failure ancestors in you that have been long dead and you discover that you are 40 years old and yet there is no achievement. Then you start pointing fingers to your hometown!!!

Can't you see that you are your problem?? Can't you see that you are your village?? The earlier you see,the better!! I am writing this article so that we as youths and upcoming individuals will understand that our lives are not tied to one god in the village!!! When the Almighty God created us,He gave us the Power to get wealth. But most of us kill this Power by indiscipline, unseriosness, Laxity,Love of feelings...etc...

Cmon guys.we ain't getting any younger. Can't you see that you will become 30 very soon ?? Remember, a man's youth is a gift from God!!! So we rise together as a force to suppress our feelings,reaccess our aims and address our goals!!! Let's not allow the village in us take us to the least places of life. Always know that your attitude towards success is a 100% determinant of your success!!!

NO MORE VILLAGE BELIEFS!!! OUR FUTURE LIES IN OUR MINDS AND HANDS!!!

See you at the top!!!!

THE LIFE OF THE REPENTANT SLUT 9!!!

“Hi”
“Hello” I replied
That was Jide’s sister I guess. . . It was kinda weird, I mean this
type of date. Jide didn’t tell me we were going for lunch at his
parents. Too sudden I guess. . . It’s just date 2 after a six months
reunion. Maybe he was overwhelmed in the excitement and he is
trying to taking things a little bit up notch or he is trying to impress
me. Whichever way, I am here already and it’s too late to turn
back but I am definitely gonna make sure to tell him not to pull
that kind of surprise on me again. I’m not used to it. I can only
pray the lunch goes well.
“This is Sade Jones, my sister. Our last born. She is in the University
studying Food Technology. In her second year actually.”
“Hi. It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I replied, facing the sister and
exchanging handshake with her. What lady does handshake? Except
me! Handshake is typical guys.
“And this is my brother, Femi Jones, he’s the 3rd born, after me.
He is in his finals at the University, studying Chemical Engineering.”
“And finally, this is my big sister, she’s the first born of the house,
I came after her. She’s married and she came around to spend some
days with Mum and Dad with her husband. She graduated four
years ago with B. A. Mass Communication and she’s an ace
broadcaster. Her name is Kayinsola and this is her husband, Uncle
Funso.” He said pointing facing their side.
“And their little baby Folakemi.”
“Good evening ma, it’s a pleasure to meet all of you.”
“It’s our pleasure to meet you too.” They said in chorus. It’s like
they’ve rehearsed it but yet I was still a little bit uncomfortable. I
am yet to meet the real goons of the house; Mr. and Mrs. Jones.
Finally, the table was set and we were all seated to eat when Mrs.
Jones walked in and I greeted her warmly and she gave me a warm
embrace not knowing who I am yet. Maybe it never mattered for
now because I was with her son and she knows definitely the
introduction is going to come. With everybody seated except Mr.
Jones, but not for long as he walked in a top and short. His face
looked familiar. Can’t remember where but I hope it’s not where I
am thinking it is and I hope it’s just an assumption and that
hopefully none of us has ever seen each other before. He sat down
and was calm but I greeted him and he greeted me too.
Jide blessed the meal and he told his family he wanted to say
something.
“Before we eat, I would want to introduce someone who all my
siblings have met except you Mum and Dad.”
“She is. . .”
“She is nobody!” Jide’s dad screamed.
Everyone was surprised and now it looks like my world was gonna
crash.
“Dad!”
“Son!” He screamed back at Jide.
“This is no girlfriend of yours.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend yet dad but I was gonna ask her to be my
girlfriend today hoping she wasn’t gonna turn me down again.”
I really wished Jide hasn’t said that, that wasn’t necessary or
maybe it was my feelings that was hurt.
“Well son, this is no soon-to-be-girlfriend of yours!”
“What’s going on here?” Jide’s elder sister, Kayinsola asked, facing
her dad.
“Hey young lady, stand up, on your feet.” Chief Jones screamed at
me.
I couldn’t stand up, my feet were cold, it was obvious we had met
in the course of my rendezvous but I can’t remember having
anything to do with him.
“Do you remember me? Allen Venue, late last year, around 10pm?”
I was speechless still.
“You see son! This girl is a hooker! A prostitute. She sleeps with men
for money and the sexual enjoyment.” He said facing Jide.
“And how do you know all of that Dad? 10pm? Allen Avenue?
What were you doing there?” He said with his voice becoming violent
towards his dad.
“I won’t have you question me in my own home or create
unnecessary fuss over this prostitute here. This lunch is over.”
“Shall we?” Jide’s voice beckoned on me to stand up.
I left without a word. I was broken. Jide never said a word
throughout the drive home. Even when he dropped me at home, he
never uttered a word or open the door of the car for me as he
used to. I sat for an hour in front of the house speechless, sad and
hurt.
The whole compound was extremely silent. It was becoming late, to
7pm. I decided to open my door. I came in, on the light to an huge
display of fresh blood all over the rug, smelling so fresh. I was
scared. No one was around. Not even one neighbour. Has someone
broken in? And by the way where’s Amaka? She was supposed to
be at home. What has happened to her?
I dialed Amaka’s line countless times, it wasn’t reachable. There’s a
huge cause for alarm. Where’s Amaka? Who would I call now?
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THE LIFE OF THE REPENTANT SLUT 8!!!

It rang 6.00a.m. sharp. . . Nothing’s constant like the precision of
my alarm clock waking me up when it needed to. Rising from the
bed isn’t one of my favourite to do list events but staying too long
on the bed could make me sick. . . Right! But staying on the bed all
day long is Amaka’s most hideous hobby. She calls it ‘beauty rest’!
lmao! How I wish that was really true; lazy Igbo girl!
The whole compound was silent except for the glorious sounds coming
from Mama Seun and her husband’s quarters and that could only be
one thing. Well, I am impressed Mama Seun could make him sound
that way but I guess I make him yell!
“Really, early morning sexual fantasies?”
It was as if I was Riggan and there was a birdman voice but the
difference was that I wasn’t tormented but bullied by a voice not
an inch closer to Birdman’s but very much similar to Amaka’s.
“What?” I said facing her.
“Water. . . You make him yell!” she said spoiling her whole face.
“Never knew I said that out!”
“Well you did!”
“And I thought you were sleeping. . .”
“And I was until you started becoming weird. . .” she fired back
with her big eyeballs rolling.
“I wasn’t fantasizing, I was just. . .”
“Devil, I bind you. Commot here abeg! Shoo!”
. . . And she literally shut me up.
“Well, I am not going.”
“Well, you will!”
I could see her aiming for under the pillow, whatever she was
gonna bring, I don’t want to wait to see it, I dashed out with my
phone in hand, jamming the door behind me. I could hear her
hysterical laugh.
“I’m glad you fear me babe cos I wasn’t going to bring out
anything under that pillow except for my hair net which I forgot to
put on last night.”
“Go to hell!” I opened the door slightly and screamed back at her.
“I love you too!” she replied.
I hit the showers and that’s the only thing I love about the house
apart from the kitchen. It has a ridiculous structuring; a self-
contain where me and Amaka stays, more or less like a one-bedroom
flat, it has a boys-quarters with five rooms at the back where
Mama Seun, her husband and two kids shared a room, Mama Titi
and her friend’s husband, literally, now her husband stays in
another, Papa Chinyere, Mama Chinyere and Chinyere in one, Okon,
Amaka’s unexplored virgin friend who I’m sure Amaka would end up
deflowering one day stays in another and finally, Eliza who I think
might be experiencing sexual abuse from his father with all those
breasts dangling around stays in another with him. . . What a house
setting I must say!
I laid in the Jacuzzi, soaked myself in bubble baths with my
strawberry shower gel and my headset tightly held to my head, I hit
the play button with Omawumi’s “Love Wantintin” blasting through
my ear drums and it felt like heaven. Listening to her makes me soul
come alive. She has this voice indescribable, I call it a designer-voice!
If you hear Megbele, you’d know it’s her!
I was in this position enjoying the cool massage coming from the
bath and shuffling songs between Omawumi’s “Stay Alive”, “In the
Music”, “Niger Delta 1” and “Megbele” for like 45 minutes. . .
Maximally satisfied, I ran a cold bath; I love a cold bath after a
long-stretch of warmness. I made for the room, Amaka was very
much sleeping, she doesn’t pretend but a little side talk or comment
wakes her up, she comments and trips off again.
I massaged my body gently with my luscious body lotion. It’s my
most expensive beauty routine item after my clothes and heels. I
slipped into a jean trouser, a crop top, tied my hair in buns and I
made for the sitting room. It was already fifteen minutes past 7. I
plugged in my phone to the speaker and I was blasting Mocheedah’s
“Destinambari” featuring the king of Alobam, Phyno with all other
songs waiting in line after it. I made for the kitchen which was
only separated from the sitting room by some fine carvings of wood
work in a cute and sexy way.
One thing was sure, I was hyper-active this morning but guess this
was the good type. The only craving I had was scrambled egg, bread
and coffee. I set to it with my Beyonce shaking to every blasting
song. In less than five minutes, my scrambled egg was ready and in
another two minutes, my coffee was ready and I never forgot to
plan for the devil’s meal with mine. . . Making the necessary
cleanings, Kesha’s “First Kiss” was blasting and I couldn’t resist the
sweetness but had to switch on my dancing skills. . . That song makes
me feel seventeen again.
“Shoo! Na dance be that? What are you even good at sef? Sexual
fantasies and scrambled eggs cos that definitely smells nice.”
“Speaking of the devil some few minutes ago, I never knew she
would be up so soon.” I fired back at her making my way to sit
with my portion of the breakfast.
“Na me be devil o! but I won’t forget. Big sisters let things slide. . .
Anyways, the dance wasn’t that bad. You tried.”
“Thanks. . . What’s up with waking up early?” I turned to face her
only to discover she was off to the kitchen.
“Have you forgotten I have an appointment today? The event
planning proposal I have to deliver. You know I am not the only one
hoping to be awarded the contract.”
“So what time is your presentation?”
“10am and thereafter I am coming back home to sleep my head off.
It’s just an hour presentation or even less than. ”
“You eating without brushing? No wonder your teeth is off-white.” I
said going to the kitchen to drop my empty plate and cup.
“You know I tried to be so intimidated but I couldn’t be. You know
why? Cos you don’t need a filter for these teeth. It’s whiter than
your white pant!” she said, opening wide her canine and molars. This
girl is so disgusting, chai!
“And by the way, scrambled eggs and coffee is like kissing to me.
You don’t remember brushing your teeth when you wake up in the
morning say 4-5am and you slam your partner some crazy sloppy
kisses. You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I do. The bathroom is waiting for you. Countdown to 10am.”
I replied her.
“Lest I forget, your coffee sucks, you need to learn from the best,
and I am the best, queen of coffee.
“Well, I am glad that sucked coffee fed your belly this morning and
remember to tell your future husband when you feed him coffee as
breakfast, lunch and dinner that you are the queen of coffee!”
“I need not do that, you can do that when you meet him for me.
Crazy ass!” she said hitting me throwing splashes of water from the
sink at me as she went off to the bathroom.
“Wow! Looks like someone treated herself to a wonderful bubble
bath. . . and all those love songs you playing. . .”
“That was mere coincidence.” I fired back.
“Definitely!”
Then she stopped talking and all I could hear was splashes of
running water. In less than five minutes, Amaka was out; the
fastest ‘bather’ I ever know. The highest she ever spends in the
bathroom is 5minutes 60seconds and that’s approximately six minutes.
Then she came out all dress in a white no-sleeved jumpsuit with her
7 inches braids all in black tied in a bun, makeup and brows on fleek
and her feet perfectly rocking a 3 inches blue heels and a neutral
coloured purse, Amaka rocks into the sitting room like a queen. It
wasn’t only the makeup and brows that was on fleek, the jumpsuit
put the nicki minaj behind her on fleek.
“Awwww! You gorgeous darling.” I said.
“I know that.”
“You are a fool, you can just say thanks and stop feeling yourself.”
“You know I meant thank you and by the way, your Beyonce is
beginning to compete with my Nicki these days, are you taking
something for those kids?”
“You’re crazy!”
“So, what’s the deal with you and Jide again? You’ve always liked
the guy since the days of cray-cray at the restaurant but you’ve
also always turned the guy down. . . And now he’s back, one date. . .
What’s the deal?” She asked sitting beside me on the sofa, facing
me like she wants to lie-detect me.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I said slightly smiling
and trying to avoid her eyes.
“Okay. . . what me I sha know is that, what you are feeling for this
guy is Ebola! No cure for am! Is either you date him, that’s if he
still wants to or stop wasting each others time but take it is easy
though.” She said like a young mother advising her teenage daughter.
“Craze dey worry you. I swear.”
“Anyways, we would talk more about this when I get back but you
have my full support in whatever your heart requires and cook
something before I get back.” She stood to leave.
“Well, I have a date for 4pm and I might not be at home not to
talk of cooking for you.”
“Date 2? Well, that’s good. Make sure you have fun only if you
remember to bring another KFC.”
“No be only KFC, na CFK!. . . But it’s not yet 10!”

THE LIFE OF THE REPENTANT SLUT 7!!!

Going out with Jide was exactly my getaway. I needed the cool
aura, the solemn oldies and the delicious sauced fried snails of the
restaurant. . . Jide is indeed a man of class and I enjoyed every
meal from the dessert to the main course and to every music played
that I couldn’t but store the name of the restaurant in my petite
medulla oblongata. . . Can’t even remember the last time I went on
a date or treated myself purposelessly to a great meal but it
definitely would be two weeks today that I had my last ‘sexcapade’.
. . well, they are both nourishing to the body, it depends on which is
prioritized. In short, I had an obvious fun that has shifted my
attention more to the food aspect.
Finally, Jide pulled a stop in front of my humble No. 5 home. We
were both silent throughout the ride except for the part where he
made a stop at KFC. A part of me was really tired that all I
wanted to do was run a hot bath and sleep but the other part was
willing to excitedly respond to Amaka’s impending ‘gist me’ long-
throat and the ‘what did you do when he did this?’ ‘what’s the
unexpected that happened?’ ‘Did you guys kiss?’ and I’d so vomit in
her face, God help me.
“I’m so glad you could squeeze out a time. I had a great time.” He
said, finally breaking the silence.
“Well, I had a nice time too. Thanks for the dinner and the ride.”
“Anytime dear. . . And I must say you looked so delectable tonight.”
I thought he never noticed and would never compliment me! God help
am, I thought to myself but seriously I be fool o!
“Thanks. You look great too.”
Then he got down, came over to my side and opened the door, ‘how
gentlemanly’ and Amaka’s voice was screaming in my head ‘Don’t be
deceived’ lol. . . the girl no dey ever trust guys like I was even
better but she’s definitely the worst except if she really likes the
guy but she hardly does.
“Thanks.” I said finally stepping down from the cool breeze of the
AC.
“My pleasure.”
“Let me walk you to the door and use that opportunity to say hi to
Amaka that’s if she’s around.”
“She should be.”
“And this is for Amaka.”
He handed me a takeaway pack and I could smell it without opening
it and it was humming KFC.
“Ok. Thanks.”
I wanted to say he shouldn’t really have bothered but I have learnt
overtime not to tell a guy ‘he shouldn’t have’ after he already did.
The truth is I’m glad he did but in the bid to be courteous and all,
we end up saying ‘you really shouldn’t have bothered’ when the
bother dey sweet my belle as hell. A simple and sincere thank you
says it all.
He slipped his palms into mine; I made a light and silent chuckle. It
kinda felt good; mine was cold, his was warm.
“Una weldone o! You go out? Welcome”
Really, this woman will not kill me. Jide sef couldn’t hide his
amusement. . . Mama Seun and her uncensored gbeboruns. . . I don’t
even know what she was doing there. Most times, I tend to find
her annoying and another time, hilarious . . . plus all the neighbours
join together but guess that’s what you get when you live in a
house with a funny plan as No. 5 and your friend refuses to answer
the door bell. . . Abi Amaka don get company?
Before I could even look sideways to reply Mama Seun, she don
vamoose and Amaka had finally opened the door. I gave her a sharp
look that speaks “wa a fe ku lale yi” in Reminisce’s voice making
sure she got the look.
“Hey!”
“Hello” Jide said, replying Amaka.
“You weren’t around when I came to pick her. . .”
“Yeah right. I took a walk. . . Six months and it’s already been like a
year. . . Good to see you again! You guys should come in na!”
“Hmmmm. I am definitely about to say the same. It’s highly great
seeing you again too Amaka. . . Hope she hasn’t been much of a
trouble?”
“Not too much trouble beyond my grasp. . .”
“You are not well. . .” I fired back at Amaka.
“I would like to take my leave from here. . .” Jide said.
“Alright then. . . Thanks for stopping by and thanks for the KFC
too!” Amaka replied.
“And who told you it was yours?” I snapped.
“And whose would it be if not mine. Wetin I sha know be say, no
be you buy am come house for me.”
“And who says I would buy something and bring home for you?” I
said rolling my eyes with Jide enjoying our mini soap opera.
“Exactly my point! You can’t and you didn’t!”
“Whatever! Take, chop am and add am to your nicki ass!” I hit her
with it on the chest.
“No hard feelings bae, would gladly.”
“You girls are hilarious. . .
“Girls? Hello o! We grown ass women! We are ladies.” Amaka cuts in.
“Pardon my slip of tongue. . . would love to be on my way now
ladies.”
“Well-said! Thanks for coming by. Goodnight.” Amaka said, dashing off
into the room, jamming the door loudly.
The girl is a fool, I don’t know what game she’s trying to play
leaving us two outside. I stood by the door balancing on the ground
with my 3 inch Alexander McQueen heels that makes me a 6 ft 5”,
a crop top and a jean. I love my body; there’s no other way I love
to admire myself than when standing.
“Take care. Would call you tomorrow. . . Good night.”
“Good night Jide!”
I watched him enter his car, reverse and drive off till I couldn’t
see his car again and I guess that meant something; something
that’s not healthy for me!

THE LIFE OF THE REPENTANT SLUT 6

One would have thought Amaka had it for Jide and vice versa but
reverse was the case. . . Amaka never hit on guys but she never
fails to appreciate the aesthetic works of God on a guy whenever
she sees one. Sometimes when I’m alone, I realize how much she
means to me; she’s the sister I never had.
Sitting side by side with Jide never felt so real until I remembered
how it started and what it used to be back then. . . Something in
me wasn’t convenient with the fact that Jide and Sola’s girlfriend
knew about the whole molestation story. I do appreciate my private
life and not only normal people get molested, hookers are molested
too, I’m not admitting to anything *donno what you think I am*
but I do appreciate privacy a lot.
“Who cares for privacy? Girl, you dey dull me o. Seriously, what has
happened to you?”
“I’m pregnant” I blurted out
“I’m glad but who is the father and don’t tell me it’s Sola cos na
molestation you call am no be rape!”
Amaka is a fool! I can see all the gestures in her eyes and I know
she’s up to no good.
“Abeg free me Amaka; there is nothing going on. I’m just having
some terrible flashes of things I have seem to forgotten; that’s all
and I am not pregnant cos I can already see your brain is
calculating again.”
“Well, I would have to see a concrete proof that you are not
harboring a bastard in there. All you need is a small bottle and we
have a lot of unused, yet to expire PT kits in here, so just don’t
flush down that early morning water tomorrow, get me my copy!”
“Walahi you be fool!” I said throwing her a pillow.
“Bae, you’d be fine, get over yourself please, don’t allow a simple
almost fatal experience tear your walls down, it’s not worth it!”
She threw her arms round me, wrapping me tightly. Amaka is really
my soothing massage chair, no homo and we are straight as hell.
She’s a good girlfriend and sister. . . she held me tightly for like
thirty minutes whispering soothing words in my ears, some crazy
words I hit her for and some a slap. I was relieved and we were
laughing our hearts out until we had a loud bang at the door. . .
“You go get the door, I’m off to the bathroom!” she said to me.
“Why you dey always bath like mammy water pikin like this?”
“I sweated after a very engaging fight I launched on your behalf!
Hello o” she said with her eyes almost bulging out.
“I send you message? Mumu girl” I said as she already left for the
bathroom.
“You welcome! And by the way, I was kidding about having a copy
of your urine, I believe you sweetie” she echoed from the bathroom!
Stupid girl! Like I was gonna give her a copy before? A copy? Is
my urine a document? This girl na proper were I tell you; full of
misappropriated and twisted dictions.
“Who’s there?”
“It’s me ma.”
“You, who?” I enquired further.
“Eliza!”
I quickly opened the door. Somehow, I feel responsible for the girl.
Somehow, I have this connection with her even though I hate her
guts and her uncontrolled blabbing.
“Come in” I said, opening the door for her to enter.
“Thank you.”
She looked so decent and was properly talking to me for the first
time that it felt so unreal except for the fact that her breast
packs were missing as usual.
“Wetin happen Eliza?”
“Errrm! Errm! I am so sorry for the other time.”
“It’s fine really.” . . . Was it? Lol.
“Thank you o.” she said almost kneeling down.
“Abeg, aunty Amaka dey aus too? I go like make both of una dey
together so I fit talk wetin I wan talk”
“Ow! Okay.” Now this is getting weird believe me.
“Amaka! Amaka o!”
“Yes, you called.”
She was standing right in front of me like some Nollywood
disappearing and appearing powers had brought her.
“You finished early.” I said murmuring hoping she didn’t hear that.
“Well, I heard you. Thanks! Life is not static; we change, so I
changed for the moment. . . And who do we have here?” she said
eyeballing Eliza.
Amaka never liked Eliza, she despises her eagerness and early signs
of promiscuity. Mama na prophet. The day she called to tell me Eliza
was showing early signs of promiscuity, I laughed my ass out! Gosh!
“Aunty Amaka, good afternoon ma.”
“Afternoon o!”
I can’t help but laugh. “So what can we do for you o Eliza”
“Abeg, I need your financial help. I need to pay my school fee and
to register for some O’Level exams like NECO and WAEC GCE. I’ve
searched round the compound finding who I can seek help from but
you are the only people that crossed my mind.
“Please, help me.” she said kneeling down.
She was actually being overdramatic I think.
“Well that is a small thing, I can spare some contacts.”
“Amaka!” I gave her a very sharp look that screams ‘What was
that about’
“Okay, Eliza, we don’t have much but we would help you. First, let’s
start with your school fee; that’s the most pressing one.
How much is the school fee?” Amaka asked.
“6,000 naira ma.”
“Okay, come back around 9pm. We would have something for you.”
“Thank you so much. God go bless you o.” she said taking her leave.
“And Eliza, why don’t you wear clothes for your. . .” I said pointing
to her chest area.
“The only one wey I get don tear and papa no gimme money to get
wetin I need.”
“Okay, what’s your size?”
She looked down without saying anything. I guess that meant she
had no idea and was a little embarrassed.
“Okay, wait for me here.”
Amaka was just standing, staring at us. I went in and I came out
with some of the new ones I got. They are expensive though.
“This should size you I guess.” I handed it over to her.
“God bless you o!” she left.
“Amaka! What was that about? You have contacts to spare?”
“Yes na. She needed help and since she had been grooming herself
for so long, I wanted to give her an expensive opportunity to make
for herself more than she needed. We never needed the money but
she does.”
“Amaka! Let’s us just forget about this for now!”
“I get what you are trying to do, you feel responsible for her, you
trying to redeem your soul by helping her, fine! If it works for you,
you have my full support.”
“Okay. But don’t forget we are helping her. At least, let’s give her
10k, she pays for her school fees and use the remaining 4k for
food or something.
“Alright.” She left!
“We are helping her o Amaka!” I screamed
“And you are responsible for her!” She screamed back from the
room.
Yea! That’s the part of Amaka that gets nasty. . . My phone
vibrated and that’s a message and I really hope it isn’t Sola.
“hey, how are you feeling now and I guess you feel a lot
better. . .
Are you free for 7pm? If yes, I would like to book for that
time. Kindly
get back to me. My regards to Amaka. . . Jide.”
Didn’t know I was reading it out until I heard Amaka speak!
“My regards to him too!”
“And anyways he likes you” she said with a laughter in her voice.
I lifted my head and I saw her still there!
“Oh girl! Get your nicki minaj off my sight and go dress up!” I said to
her seeing her filling my face with her big ass.
“He likes you o, you know abi?”
“Amaka!”
“He likes you!” she said walking away and reversing like a car!
“Amaka, na wetin na?” I picked the remote to throw at her and
she zoomed off.
Stupid girl!. . . And that was how things started with Jide even
though we weren’t dating till he left for New York only to return
without a prior notice.

FORBIDDEN LOVE 7

Five days later, after school on Friday, uncle Sam came to pick me
and Esther up. I begged my parents earlier to let me spend the
night with Esther at uncle Sam’s since I wasn’t going to have the
opportunity to do that when I got to the hostel. Uncle Sam also
helped to beg and told my parents to let me, so that we could spend
time together since I wasn’t going be around for long. I packed I
and Esther’s clothes into a small suitcase and uncle Sam put it into
the trunk of his car. Before we drove off, my mum told uncle Sam
to bring us back before noon the next day so that we could finish
the school shopping and get ready to go to the hostel on Sunday.
“Yes ma! No problem!!! We will be back soon. Don’t miss us oo,” uncle
Sam replied my mum before starting the engine and driving off.
Esther who sat behind me while I was seated in front just kept
waving at my mum until she was out of sight and in no time, we
were at his place. I got down from the car, went directly to open
Esther’s door and was about to open the trunk of uncle Sam’s car
when he told me not to worry, that he would help us with it. He
said we were his guests and didn’t want to give us stress so he told
us not to do anything except to ask him what we wanted to eat or
do. We got inside and uncle Sam directed us to the room we would
be sleeping in. He told us to change and come out to watch the
television or eat whatever we wanted. He even mentioned ice cream
being in the freezer which made Esther jump happily.
“My refrigerator is all yours, in fact, my house is all yours,” He had
said laughing.
I went into the room he had assigned us with Esther and brought
out comfortable clothes for us to wear. Esther was putting on one
of her princess dresses like she always calls it so I got her to
change into something much better. I was putting on jeans and a
simple blouse so I just change the jeans into some comfortable shorts
instead. After we were done changing, we went into the sitting
room to join uncle Sam who had also changed into a shirt and shorts.
My sister immediately went to meet him and asked for the ice
cream he had mentioned earlier. Funny Esther, he stood up and they
both left for the kitchen. While they were dishing out their ice
cream, I was going through my phone to be sure I wasn’t missing a
call or message. There wasn’t a missed call or message so I dropped
my phone aside and looked around in search of the remote control to
the television. When I spotted it on the table, beside the couch
uncle Sam had been sitting on, I stood up to go get it when I heard
uncle Sam and Esther approaching from the kitchen. I looked up and
saw them with cups of ice cream in their hands.
Uncle Sam’s pov
After dishing out ice cream for Esther, she insisted I dished mine
and her sister’s as well. Esther the ever caring girl and so I did as
I was told and we left the kitchen with Esther smiling. When we
got to the sitting room, my eyes noticed Meso straight away who
also looked up the moment we approached the room. She looked as
beautiful as ever. I wanted to take her right there at that
moment but we weren’t alone, so I managed to behave. I gave her
the ice cream we had dished for her and we all sat down to enjoy
the moment. I noticed she had already changed the channel to one
of those shows she enjoyed watching but Esther who wanted to
watch something else started whining.
“I want to watch cartoon, Meso please..,” Esther said.
Meso who already guessed she was going to do that, shook her head
and sighed in annoyance before changing the channel to a cartoon
station. I couldn’t help myself but to stare at her every movement.
I only took my eyes off when I felt she noticed I was staring and
pretended to be busy with my phone. I was going crazy for her. I
just couldn’t understand why I hadn’t felt this way for a woman
before. It got to a point I even opened the camera app on my
phone and pointed it towards her direction in order for me to stare
at her beauty without anyone noticing. I zoomed the camera until I
could see every part of her body since she was sitting down on the
couch across where I sat. My eyes scanned from the gorgeous eyes
that sparkles in my mind to the fresh thighs that laid marvellously
on the couch. I just couldn’t understand why I couldn’t control
myself at that moment. I had to confess my love for her. I needed
to let her know so I would probably feel better. I needed to do
something. My heart was beating so fast and I didn’t feel
comfortable anymore.
Meso’s pov
I felt so restless since I wasn’t able to watch my show because of
Esther who wanted to watch her cartoon. Instead of looking
around, I decided to play games on my phone but I wasn’t feeling
comfortable because I felt like I was being watched by something
or someone so I looked up to uncle Sam who sat across me and saw
that he was busy with his phone. I guessed it was just an illusion so
I went back to my phone and not long after, uncle Sam spoke,
standing up;
“Meso, please can you come with me. I need you to help me with
something.”
“Okay uncle, I’m coming,” I said as I stood up and followed him.
He was going into his bedroom and so I followed behind. Esther who
didn’t seem to care or notice just kept on watching her cartoon.
When I got into his room, uncle Sam went to sit by the chair that
stood beside the table in his room while he gestured for me to sit on
his bed. I couldn’t understand why because he had said to follow
him so I could help him with something. I didn’t say anything, I just
did as I was told, waiting patiently for him to talk. I actually
thought he was going to give me one of those lectures about school.
The ones on facing your studies and being a good girl since that had
been the only talk ever since my family and relatives heard I was
going to become a boarder until I heard him say;
“Meso, I’m in love with you.”
I was still confused because I didn’t know where this was heading
to until he left the chair he was seated on and went on his knees
right in front of me.
“Meso, I love you with all my heart. I want to make love with you.
I want to you to be all mine. I want you in my arms. I can’t hold
it any longer.” He kept on saying, still leaving me in shock and
confusion.
Make love with you?…..all mine?….you in my arms?. It kept on
repeating in my mind because I was trying to understand the
meaning of what he was saying. “Uncle Sam, I don’t
understand you.” I remember saying to him.
“Let’s just do it now, just once and we keep it a secret,” he said,
taking his shirt off.
That was when I realized what uncle Sam had been trying to say.
He wanted to have sex with me. I stood up immediately trying to
step away from him but I wasn’t fast enough because he went
straight to the door and locked it, keeping the key to the door on a
high shelf that stood beside his closet. My heart was pounding as I
was trying to process everything. In my heart, I was hoping it was
a dream. I looked into my uncle’s eyes and I swear I was terrified
of him. I had never seen him with so much hunger in his eyes, so
desperate and so scary. I wished I had seen the devil instead. I
moved back when I realised he was coming towards me.
“Uncle Sam, please, please. Don’t hurt me. I beg you uncle Sam,” I
said while he was moving closer to me.
“Meso, I really don’t want to harm you. I just want you to love me
back. I promise you’ll enjoy it. Just give me a chance Meso, my love.
I love you with all my heart. I promise you’ll like it.”

Uncle Sam's Pov
I could see the fear in her eyes, I knew she was going to hate me
after this but I just couldn’t control myself. I needed her as much
as I needed the air I breathe. I wanted to be all over her. I
noticed the tear that dropped from her eyes as she started crying.

Meso's Pov
I cried and pleaded with uncle Sam but he wouldn’t listen. I ran to
the door and started banging on it, hoping Esther or some neighbours
would hear but I guess that made uncle Sam mad and so he dragged
me away from the door and threw me on the bed. Before I could
even move, he started placing kisses all over my body. He tried to
kiss me on the lips but I kept moving my face, trying to get away
from his grip but he was too strong. He held me down so tight and
manage to take off my clothes. I was left in my underwear and
him, in his boxers. I told myself I could still escape and kept
struggling but it was all a waste when he finally got what he
wanted. He took off the remaining clothing on me, leaving me naked
and raped me while still trying to place kisses all over my body
despite my cries and pleas. He had taken my virginity, my dignity I
had lost. I could only feel pain after he was done. He laid beside me,
panting like a dog until he sighed and stood up. Looking down at me,
he said;
“Meso, why you doing like this now? You’ll be acting like you didn’t
enjoy it. Oya go and clean up in the washroom. Let me change the
bedsheet because there’s blood everywhere.”
I laid there in shock, with no words in my mouth. My heart ached
like it had never, like it had been pierced with a sword. I thought I
was going to die of shock because I still couldn’t believe uncle Sam
would do this to me. Uncle Sam who people liked and praised like he
was our father. He ruined me, I felt my life had fallen and
shattered like a broken glass.

To be continued…….