One day, I came across Daniel who was my school father
back at the school I attended in Lagos. I saw him at the
university of Port Harcourt. I had gone to hand something to
my uncle, aunty Mary’s husband who worked as a professor
there. He was the one who saw me first and called out to
me. I remember having mixed emotions when seeing him. I
wasn’t sure if I was to be happy or sad or angry. It was just
strange seeing him after a very long time. He looked really
different. He kept a nice hair cut with a well-trimmed beard.
He certainly didn’t look like the boy of yesterday. I mean this
was about three years ago since the last time I saw him. He
gave me an awkward hug and smiled at me for a while
before speaking up. He asked so many questions from
where I had been, what had happened and when I arrived
Port Harcourt. I only told him that I had moved and started a
new life after the death of my parents. He showed his
condolence and made a joke in order to ease the tension
that already formed in the air. He told me that he had just
recently arrived Port Harcourt to continue his higher
education. I didn’t tell him about my babies nor uncle
cheatmaster. I avoided anything leading to questions I
wasn’t ready to answer. I spoke to him about a few other
things before letting him know that I was on an errand. He
asked for my contact but I couldn’t give him any because I
didn’t have at the moment so the last thing he said to me
before I left in a hurry was; “I’ll see you some other time,
Meso. Take care.”
Many times I had cried to God, tears of thanksgiving
because he had given me a second chance. Yes! I was
abused by a man who was supposed to be my uncle but I
had also given him the opportunity to do the many things
that he did to me. I was manipulated, deluded and abused
but because I was blinded by what I thought to be love at
such a young age, I put myself at risk and caused a lot for
myself. Even when I was raped by this same man, I still let
him into my life because I believed he would slowly heal the
wounds that he had caused me. I gave myself to a perverted
man who used me to fulfill his own pleasure. The many lies
that then, seemed like they were genuine. I used to look at
him like a father, a good-hearted uncle, a loving and caring
man because he in the past, was always there for me, my
family and had good intentions. I didn’t know what went
wrong and the unexpected happened. If he was still alive, the
nonsense could have continued and maybe things would
have gotten out of hands. Each time I look at my babies, I
remember the day a mistake began. I remember the man
whose own relatives didn’t want to remember. I think and
think of the many explanations I would give to my babies but
each time I hold them close to my chest, they remind me of
the second chance I obtained and I never cease to thank
God.
THE END
Thanks for reading MY UNCLE and pardoning my mistakes. I
truly appreciate your time.
MY UNCLE Review
Mesomma who was nicknamed Meso was a young
adolescent who fell into the wrong hands. Exposed to many
things and deceived at such a young age. She falls in love
with a man who is supposed to be her uncle and who she
thought was the fatherly, caring and loving man. Uncle
CHEATMASTER like she normally refers to him was a man
of deceit and a man full of his own self. He uses Meso as
one of his tools for pleasure as he was a man who never
saw his own mistakes. He pretended to Meso just like the
way he did to the many girls he was with even at the same
time he was defiling Meso. And then marries a woman in
order to keep a respectable status. A young girl corrupted
and abused because society was blinded, actions were
misinterpreted, prevention was avoided and intentions were
acted upon
Thoughts on MY UNCLE
I hope this story has in a way positively affected you like the
way I was while writing it . I actually came across a lot of
things and even became aware myself of the many things
that I have previously ignored. Even though this story is of
NON fictional characters, it only reveals a tip of the iceberg
because I know for certain that much worse things have
happened. I only hope that as much as you enjoyed reading
the story to the end, you not only read it to pass time, fulfill
leisure purposes but also learned a few things and became
much more aware of the things happening in our society.
Thank you once again for reading. I appreciate your time,
patience and encouragements.
THE END...
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