After taking my eyes off Uncle because with the anger that
was boiling up in me, I looked back at the lady who was
standing in front of me with a smiley face. There was an
awkward silence for a few seconds before she broke the
silence.
“Uhm Meso, why don’t you go and wash up, then come and
have lunch. There is enough food to get everyone really
tired.” the lady said.
I didn’t want to seem rude or anything so I smiled and
replied with an “Okay” before heading back to my room. I
washed up, got dressed and decided not to go out. I was
really pissed so I laid on my bed and played with my phone.
As I was playing with my phone, I got a message from uncle
cheatmaster saying to please come outside and behave
properly, that he was going to talk to me about the whole
thing later. At first, I hesitated and wanted to be stubborn
but I didn’t want his fiancé to feel like I’m unnecessarily
stubborn so I left to join them outside. She asked me to dish
out what I wanted. From the vegetable soup to the jollof rice
to the fish stew to the fried chicken. I couldn’t understand
why she had to cook this much but I went to the jollof rice
pot anyway and dished out a little portion. I was about to
head out of the kitchen when she called me back and said to
take chicken and meat from the small cooler. I did as she
said and I was called back again but by uncle cheatmaster
who asked if the food was enough for me. I let him know it
was very okay for me without trying to express any feelings
or emotions, then I left the kitchen for my room. I was
hoping they wouldn’t call me to join them at the dining table
since they were going there to eat. I stayed in my room and
ate my meal all by myself. It was actually really delicious
and I began to think Uncle cheatmaster was getting tired of
my cooking. I knew he wouldn’t get married to me but I also
knew that most of the attention he had been given to me
would be given to his soon to be wife. Each time I thought
about it, I became so sad.
A month later, I felt like I was forgotten because uncle
cheatmaster barely spoke to me or say the sweet things he
always said. He didn’t sneak up on my bed in the night like
he used to or even kiss my forehead goodnight. He was
always busy, coming home later than uaual and I began to
get worried. You know at a very young age, when you lose
the attention that you were once given, you feel less loved. I
only consoled myself with the fact that uncle cheatmaster
had promised to take me to Port Harcourt to see my sister
after my junior WAEC. Uncle cheatmaster finally came to talk
to me one night about everything that was going on. He said
he still loved me but he had to get married and move on
with his life like I would move on with mine. He explained a
few other things that I obviously knew and understood but I
wasn’t willing to accept the fact that he was right. I knew he
was my uncle, my late dad’s brother. In fact, I knew
whatever feelings I had for him or vice versa was absolutely
wrong. But I didn’t see it as anything anymore, not after he
was the same person to take away my virginity at a very
young age. This weird feeling got weirder every day and I
got to live like that.
He announced to me one night that his wedding would be
coming up in two weeks and even though he wasn’t doing
much, he wanted me to be happy for him. I couldn’t
understand what was there to be happy about. He was
getting married and I would be the one tossed into the gutter
so why was I supposed to be happy. Before his wedding, I
started my junior WAEC so I tried as much as I could to
forget about him or his wedding and what not. I made sure
that my school came first this time. I suddenly didn’t care
and started digging into my books. I even started talking to
people that I never really talked to in school since I was a
loner like I was already tagged by some. I wouldn’t say I
made friends but I began to know and talk to certain people.
Everything was going fine until my uncle’s wedding eve. I
slowly became sad and angry at myself and uncle
cheatmaster. After I let him use me to fulfill his sexual
pleasures, he was going to get married and I may become
his wife’s slave. I would be the one at lost
to be continued
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