Two years later
After the death of Mesonma’s parents, their relatives came
to a conclusion on who would be responsible for both
Mesonma and Esther. As much as they didn’t want them
separated, Esther was to move in with one of their aunties
while Meso was to move in with uncle cheatmaster in order
to reduce cost and reasons only known to them. Things
were not so smooth the first few months after the death of
Meso’s parents because there were a lot of changes and
transition. She was separated from her sister, separated
from friends and her old life basically. She also had to
change school where she eventually lost contact with
Anabelle, her close friend and Daniel, her school father.
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Meso’s side OF the story
It was a Sunday morning and there I was in the arms of a
man who I thought I loved and cherished. Uncle
cheatmaster who had crept into my bed the night before
held me close to his chest as he kept slept while snoring
noisily. He had made love to me and filled my ears with
nothing but love words the previous night. This was my
father’s brother. Yes! You are about to say how wrong and
filthy it is but at that point in my life, he made me as happy
as I could be. He made it seem right, so I thought anyway.
When I look back, I wish I hadn’t allowed it.
At the age of 14, I was already experiencing the things I
never thought I would at such a young age. Uncle
cheatmaster had promised to love me forever no matter
what. He had mention so many things I always wanted to
hear and he succeeded in winning my heart over with them.
I was so young yet I knew what it all meant. This was the
phase of my life when I thought I wouldn’t be able to live
without my uncle.
It all started a few months back when I had been seriously
down. I had been feeling down because I felt like my world
was turning upside down. I was being bullied at school and
called ugly several times. I was missing my parents and my
sister. I was never just in a good mood. This particular
Friday evening, uncle cheatmaster came back from work
and I didn’t go out to greet him as usual. I was actually just
sitting down on my bed in my room with only a towel
wrapped around my body. I sat at the edge of my bed crying
silently. I was drowned in my own thoughts that I didn’t
realize uncle cheatmaster had been calling out for me.
I recall uncle cheatmaster coming into my room like he had
just seen a ghost. He came and sat close to me trying to get
me to say what was wrong with me. He had said he was
calling out my name but because I didn’t answer, he
decided to come check me in my room. I remember that the
stench of his breath was very discomforting. He had had a
few drinks again. Even though he wasn’t usually drunk, he
wasn’t still in his full senses. I didn’t care at that point, didn’t
care about anything. I was just very upset with life. He held
me close, still insisting that I tell him what was going on. So
I finally spoke up and told him about everything. How much I
was being bullied in school, how much I missed my sister,
how much I missed my parents and how upset I was at life
itself. He only consoled me and made promises. Promises to
make it up to me, promises to always make me happy,
promises to do what ever it would take to make me see life
as meaningful again.
I don’t know why this happened but it suddenly became
quiet and uncle cheatmaster held my face, bringing his lips
closer to mine. I don’t know why I didn’t move but I let him
take charge. He slowly took off my towel and crashed into
me. I didn’t struggle, didn’t object. I let him do to me
whatever he wanted. He said he loved throughout that night
while he made love to me like he would call it. Because I
didn’t know the meaning of everything, I told him I loved him
back with tears rolling down my eyes. I thought that was
what love was about but deep down I knew it didn’t feel
right. My heart aches each time I remember that night
because I didn’t fight back. That was the beginning of AN
outrageous love. Something that should never have been
called love in the first place.
To be continued….
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