Meanwhile…..back at uncle cheatmaster’s house
Uncle cheatmaster’s conversation with his friend, Tunde
on the phone…
“Guy! how far now?” Uncle cheatmaster 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! Cheat! Cheat! 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….”
cheat 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 cheat says ending the call.
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Uncle cheatmaster’s side of the story
“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 side of the story
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
unclecheatmaster 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….
Note: This story is a non fiction story… It is real.. And i
was d victim
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