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A Horrible scene that made me weep for days

Life Realities - April 12, 2021

Then they saw the beautiful woman, Sgt Sadiku’s wife with her baby. The leader tried to take her two month old baby from her but Sadiku jumped up and said “That’s my baby.” The leader then pointed gun at his head, warning him to sit down, but before anyone could say anything, a gunshot came from a nearby bush, scattered Sgt Sadiku’s brain. The one who shot from the bush, a member of the kidnap gang looking so wild; “Kill any soldier among them, now,” as he walk towards us wildly. Sgt Bernard rushed at one of the kidnappers holding AK 47 and seized the gun and used the kidnapper as a shield.

I never believed that any human being could exhibit such act of wickedness, but I saw it happen live.

I was traveling from Kaduna to Abuja to see my husband, a Military man. I met two young guys putting on army uniform, so I felt the need to interact with them, seeing they are junior officers to my husband’s rank. One of them had his wife with him and their baby, who cant be more than two months old. We exchange greetings and they accorded me the compliment of being the wife of a senior officer. We continued our journey, but few kilometers away from Kaduna, I saw some men in soldier’s uniform in a seeming check point. I saw a car parked and all occupants asked to sleep on the main road. It is dehumanizing, so I felt like talking to them that this does not portray the military in good light. Our driver slowed down as they pointed their guns at us. One of the soldiers in the vehicle said “Walahi, these people are kidnappers, not soldier,” but I never imagined where that suggestion came from until, I looked well and saw how they dress and the kind of slippers they put on.

I stayed calm, afraid because I heard about them before but could not imagine ever meeting them .  “Come down everybody and raise up your hands,” roared one that looks like their leader who spoke in tattered pidgin English. He has the look of a Fulani man in his early twenties. We obeyed and stepped down. When they sighted the boys in uniform, they become more aggressive, “Who are you?” The first solider introduced himself as Sergeant Bernard and the other too Sergeant Sadiku. They were ordered to move aside and sit down on bare ground. Then they saw the beautiful woman, Sgt Sadiku’s wife with her baby. The leader tried to take her two month old baby from her but Sadiku jumped up and said “That’s my baby.” The leader then pointed gun at his head, warning him to sit down, but before anyone could say anything, a gunshot came from a nearby bush, scattered Sgt Sadiku’s brain. The one who shot from the bush, a member of the kidnap gang looking so wild; “Kill any soldier among them, now,” as he walk towards us wildly. Sgt Bernard rushed at one of the kidnappers holding AK 47 and seized the gun and used the kidnapper as a shield. They angrily shot at both their colleague and Sgt Bernard. I knew what to do at such times. I went flat on the floor to avoid being shot in error. Incidentally, Sgt Bernard fell on me and his blood splashed on me. They dragged away the baby, held Sadiku’s wife and raped her. They later shot her along with every other passenger except two men identified as capable of giving them something. They hurriedly left into the deep forest. After about thirty minutes on the ground, I managed to push the dead soldier off my body and crawled away to the main road. Luckily, I saw a High way patrol van and waived it down. They asked for my identity and hurriedly picked me and drove to a nearby bush base, where another vehicle was arranged for me to continue to Abuja.

Till date, that Journey remained a nightmare!

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My Boy Friend Fell In Love, Married My Best Friend

Life Realities - April 5, 2021

He gave me N25,000 and gave my friend Patience N3,000. I never knew that he squeezed his contact card along with the N3,000 he gave to Patience.

As soon as we got to school, Patience went outside to make a call and said she was going back to town. A roommate of mine saw Patience at the guest House with Banjo but I never believed it.

Tolu Oyetoki

I met Banjo in my undergraduate days at the University of Port Harcourt and we dated for almost three years. Banjo was then a staff with Slumberger Petroleum Prospecting Company and we loved each other so much.

He invited me on a particular day to meet him at the company guest house, Igirita area. As I was going, I decided to go with my best friend, Patience, a Medical student.

As soon as we got to the Slumberger Guest house, Banjo started behaving somehow towards my friend. He didn’t welcome her. I didn’t like what he was doing. We were supposed to sleep over with him that day but he told us that he has some outings, so he gave us money and sent us away.

He gave me N25,000 and gave my friend Patience N3,000. I never knew that he squeezed his contact card along with the N3,000 he gave to Patience.

As soon as we got to school, Patience went outside to make a call and said she was going back to town. A roommate of mine saw Patience at the guest House with Banjo but I never believed it.

Banjo no longer invited me to his place. I called but he never picked it, so one day, I decided to pay him unscheduled visit since I know his routine. Patience told me she was going to see her boy friend in town and left. I also left to see banjo but getting to the guest house, I met Patience right on his lapse in hot romance. “What is the meaning of this?” I asked both of them and in a chorus manner, they replied “what does it look like you are seeing?” Banjo later capped it asking “Who invited you here? If I need you, I would have asked for you. I love your friend more than I love you, please stop coming here, it’s over between us.”

I almost ran mad. Banjo is a very caring friend, we planned getting married, but he ended up marrying Patience. It took me more than five years before I got into another relationship because I turned out to hate men for every reason.

Though, I am now happily married, I did not forget the treacherous act of my best friend and the man I called my fiancée. I am sharing this experience so that ladies that are fond of taking their friends to meet their boyfriends would know the danger in it. The truth is that Patience is more beautiful than I am and she was reading a more lucrative course. I married a man that accept me for who I am but I would have been more in love if I married Banjo.

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My mum called him a rogue, but ten years later they are best of friends

Life Realities - March 22, 2021

I need to share this my experience for others to learn, i hope it fits ito your “Life  Reality” column.

I was to board a vehicle going to Ile Ife, then  as a student at Obafemi Awolowo University. As I was entering the park, I saw some guys smoking Indian hemp, five of them as i looked in heir direction mum pulped me forward cautioning “you look too much”. To my surprise, one of them hurriedly came towards me and greeted me. My mum was scared saying , “see/what your look look, run, while I beg him” but i decided to see what he is up to. As he got close, I charged at him,  “why are you following us?” And his mood changed as he replied me,  “baby girl, I like you”.  My mum didn’t expect me to reply him but I replied immediately “God forbid that I be a friend to a drug addict who smoke hemp like you, God forbid!” My mum screamed “Riyike, you won’t kill me with this your sharp tongue.  before   I could say Jack Robinson, the guy went flat on the floor saying “Mama, please allow her to express herself, inside this garage na equal rights we dey operate”. As my mum couldn’t contain her fears, we hurriedly left the place. I entered the vehicle and told my mum to go as I felt safe in the vehicle among other passengers, so she agreed and left. Few moments later, the vehicle was filled up and this guy showed up and turns out to be the one who will drive the vehicle. Fear griped me that a drug addict would drive me to Ile – Ife but I kept my cool as I am not the only one in the vehicle. He later came round to check passengers and saw me. I read the anxiety on his face when he  saw me. He shouted “Queen, you are inside my vehicle? God, I thank you.” He quickly returned my money and begged me to come and sit in front but I declined.

To my surprse, he drove carefully and professionally till we got to Ile Ife park. Every passenger alighted from the vehicle but he begged me to take me to where I am going. I told him that I am a student and that I was going to Ife Campus and he agreed to take me down. He drove me straight to Moremi Hall and counted two thousand naira and handed it over to you. He said, “Take this as your pocket money, I will  check on you every two week, though I come here every two days.” He begged me to give him my number and I reluctantly gave it to him and he left. I did not even remember to ask of his name.

One day, he called when I was in the centre of a discussion with my mates in class. We all needed three thousand naira only for a project, all we could get was five hundred. As his call came in, in a bid to scare him off, I just told him “Wo, I am not in a good mood, I am looking for Three thousand and yet to get a dime.” To my surprise, he told me that he was in Ife and would come with it as soon as possible. We were still discussing when I saw his vehicle came in. “In his characteristic manner, he shouted, “My Queen, come for the money.”  He handed over three thousand to me and additional five hundred which he said is for my pocket money and he left.

I started falling for him and ended up marrying him. It was later that I realized he had National Diploma from kwara poly in public administration but went into driving when he didn’t get white collar job.

I fell for him and he was so close to my heart. After two years of being in relationship with him, I summon courage to tell my mum, to the surprise of her life. She expressed so much disappointment in my sense of reasoning asking what freak me about such a garage boy? It was too late to do otherwise; I married Boyejo against her wish. Ten years had passed, we had three kids, two boys and a girl. I ride in my own car and my mum now live with us. The bad boy of that day is now my mum’s best friend discussing together. My husband is very determined and focused, the society wanted to mar his future, thank God we came across each other.

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I am at a Cross road, please advise me

Life Realities - March 15, 2021

Tolu Oyetoki

Sadly, two weeks after I engaged Cynthia and she agreed to marry me, Rhoda called for the first time to request to see me. I gladly welcome her and she told me that her fiancee ended up jilting her, called off their wedding plans and that she is now ready to be my wife earlier requested. I remember how much I loved Rhoda, I am confused, I don’t know wat to do because I love Rohoda so much and I am feeling guilty to dumpt Cynthia who showed me love and care,

Dear Tolu,
Please help me to share this experience of mine, I need advise on what to do.
I am deeply in love with a lady in my estate. Rhoda meant everything to me. I showed her cares and gave whatever she requested of me but for four years, told me that we can only be friends and tat she cannot marry me. I persisted in my baby plea to her for four years until the day I saw her wedding invitation. It was then that I made up my mind to look elsewhere but the love I are for her remained strong.


I met another Lady, Cynthia, who was kind to me during a seminar in Abuja. I invited her into my room just for the night and she was pleasant. I asked how much she would collect but she only told me that sleeping with me was because she loved me at first sight and that she is not a prostitute. My friends heard about her and advised that I use her as replacement for Rhoda.
Sadly, two weeks after I engaged Cynthia and she agreed to marry me, Rhoda called for the first time to request to see me. I gladly welcome her and she told me that her fiancee ended up jilting her, called off their wedding plans and that she is now ready to be my wife earlier requested. I remember how much I loved Rhoda, I am confused, I don’t know wat to do because I love Rohoda so much and I am feeling guilty to dumpt Cynthia who showed me love and care, pease advice me.

Ben KT,
Aflao, Ghana

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Never to love again: A widow’s story

Life Realities - March 1, 2021

Tolu Oyetoki

When he saw me, he told me what he observed, that I am a sickle cell patient and I confirmed it to him. Sadly, I once over heard my parent lamenting that they don’t want to spend too much on me because they knew I could die any time because of sickle cell.

As I write this piece as my contribution to your reality page, my heart bleeds because my experience in life had been of sadness and joy.

I met, Mike, the love of my life as a teen in the final year in the secondary school. He was much older than me, works as a laboratory technician with a university teaching hospital.

When he saw me, he told me what he observed, that I am a sickle cell patient and I confirmed it to him. Sadly, I once over heard my parent lamenting that they don’t want to spend too much on me because they knew I could die any time because of sickle cell. So for Mike asking to be the blood flowing in my veins got me a partner on whose shoulder to lean on. I feigned pretext that I didn’t understand what he meant by replacing my blood but I could not feign the love I have for him, which made me wait to hear what he had to say. He then repeated himself asking “Will you let me be the blood that flows in your veins? I want to live in your heart so that I will flow in your veins.” I am a literary student, so I understood what he meant. I reluctantly told him that he is old enough to be my father but he replied that age is just a number and that he would grow younger when he gains access into my heart. He was an eloquent person, I love seeing him working in the laboratory. I remember asking him one day to show me Amoeba as I was taught in my elementary studies in JS 2. He went with me to a nearby brook to fetch water in a small container. When we got to the lab in his office, he showed me Spirogyra, Amoeba and luckily, we also saw Hydra, which he told me so much about. On my way coming out of his lab, an elderly woman called me and warned me to steer clear of Mike. The woman was this kind of women who poke their nose in people’s affairs. She just called me and said “You secondary school girl following this man, if I ever see you here again, I will come to your school and tell your principal.” Boldly, I replied her, “Mama, he is a man I love so much, telling my principal will make no difference to how I feel for him.” Then I walked away from her.

I am a literary student, so I understood what he meant. I reluctantly told him that he is old enough to be my father but he replied that age is just a number and that he would grow younger when he gains access into my heart. He was an eloquent person, I love seeing him working in the laboratory. I remember asking him one day to show me Amoeba as I was taught in my elementary studies in JS 2.

I became pregnant for him and dad became furious and sent me out of home, but I gladly moved in with him. He took me to a police station to lodge report about my stay with him to avoid being accused of abducting me. I felt at ease with him, so much that I forget about home, even my mum never looked for me. She never did anything against daddies wish.

Within two years after I got to his place, he was able to build a house, bought a car and we lived very well with my little girl, Evidence. I call my girl Evidence because I see her as evidence of our love, but Mike call her in Yoruba, “Eri-Ife”.

Mike was a very caring husband who love me so much and he never shouted at me for a day. I knew I had some excesses, because when I am feeling lazy, I would tell him to please cook for me and he did, without complaining. I was pregnant for my second baby when Mike, coming back from an official journey died in a ghastly motor accident involving many of his other colleagues.

To my surprise when I got the file containing all his assets, the house, vehicle and electronics, they were all in my name. “Why did he do such a thing? Why not put Mr & Mrs? I cannot decipher till now. His colleagues and professional union contributed about two million naira for me for upkeep and welfare of me and his daughter. They gave me a death certificate that made it easy for me to access his bank account and I found about six million in the account.

Its been ten years since Mike left me with his kids, but till date, I didn’t see any reason to fall in love again, nor did I find anyone that could be like him.

Indeed, he replaced the blood in my veins for me to live, because contrary to medical reports, I ought to have died a sickle cell patient but I am getting stronger by the day. I don’t think I will ever love again.

Though, I have reconciled with my parent, I still keep a distance because while they were waiting to see the sickler die, someone gave the sickler a ray of hope that shines till date.

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My Teacher’s Tears Made Me a Genius

Life Realities - February 22, 2021

Tolu Oyetoki

The next day, she stormed our class with cain, ‘Koboko’, in her hand, ready to beat hell out of all of us that failed her test.

My early childhood days almost made me a nuisance because of the company that I kept. We all hated our Mathematics teacher and hated Mrs Adeyemo for no other reason than being our Mathematics teacher.

Whenever she entered our class, I zeroed my mind as being absent.

One day, she gave us a test and many of us didn’t do well in her test.

The next day, she stormed our class with cain, ‘Koboko’, in her hand, ready to beat hell out of all of us that failed her test.

The ever smiling Mrs Adeyemo, wore a frowning, sad look.

She called our names one by one and I deliberately arranged myself at the back thinking that by the time she gets to my turn, she would have grown weak. Unfortunately, she singled me out and asked others to go and sit down. “Stretch forth your hand,” she roared and I knew I am done with. I would have preferred being beaten on my buttocks because I mastered how to take lashes. She promised me ten lashes but as she looked into my eyes, she saw that I had become terrified, she shook her head and I saw tears

She promised me ten lashes but as she looked into my eyes, she saw that I had become terrified, she shook her head and I saw tears rolling down her cheeks. That terrified me more, that my teacher shed tears because of my stupidity.

rolling down her cheeks. That terrified me more, that my teacher shed tears because of my stupidity. Just then the Principal who was passing bye entered our class and saw Mrs Adeyemo in tears. He too was scared and asked, “Madam, what happened? Who got on your nerves?” He saw me standing and rushed at me “You idiot, brought tears out of your teachers eyes?” He grabbed the stick to beat me but Mrs Adeyemo begged him not to beat me. She just said “Olaolu, follow me to the staff room!”

Getting to the staff room, My teacher, still shedding tears, ordered me to pull the nearest chair and she asked to sit down. “Why will you allow bad company destroy your brilliant future? I have studied all of you in my class, I saw a genius in you and I hope you will be an award wining student, so why would you destroy that bright future?” All she was saying sounded strange to me, because I never did well in any subject and I was already planning to join my dad in his carpentry work. After a long talk to me she said “Olaolu, change, secure your future. You can go back to your class.” Getting to back to the class, my friends hailed me as the bad boy that made teacher shed tears and I felt high too but later that day, as I was talking to a neighbours older son, who is in the University, his response was different. He asked “Your Maths teacher wept because you failed her subject? Is she your mother? Only a mother would do such a thing.” After saying this he left me, so I began to think. “Only a mother would do such a thing as weeping for a sons failure in exams.” I began to ponder and saw how much Mrs Adeyemo loved me. Next day in class, I changed my seat location and stayed among the ‘Effico’  students that we hitherto mock as being too serious with academics. My friends started hating me for deserting them, but I don’t care. To my surprise, in our third term examination, I had B in all my subjects except Maths where I scored A. One of our teacher, Mr Ojo, whom we call Baba Ojo personally asked if I spied into other script to have passed his subject. He gave me a separate test in his office and again, I scored very high marks. In his surprise he asked “which charm did your parents gave you that turned you a genius all of a sudden?” Unconsciously, I began to shed tears. My heart flashed back at Mrs Adeyemo’s tears and I then appreciated the value of a motherly teacher’s tears.

“Getting to the staff room, My teacher, still shedding tears, ordered me to pull the nearest chair and she asked to sit down. “Why will you allow bad company destroy your brilliant future? I have studied all of you in my class, I saw a genius in you and I hope you will be an award wining student, so why would you destroy that bright future?”

Today, I am a qualified Engineer and though Mrs Adeyemo is no more but her tears was not in vain, May her soul rest in peace.

This is a challenge to teachers to go extra mile over their students and that students should mind the companies they keep.

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Abomination!!! How Son Organized, Gang Raped His Mother in Enugu.

Life Realities - February 15, 2021

Tolu Oyetoki

It sounds unbelievable but true, that a son, Ihechinmere organized a gang of four to rape his own mother, Tochi in Enugu, Enugu state, Nigeria.

Tochi, the victim from Isiala– Ngwa South LGA who had reported her ordeal to the police which this led to the arrest of one Ihechinmere who was her son along with some of his friend’s, Jude Onyeocha, Otumdi Onyeocha, Chiemezuo John, and Emmanuel Ekpo all of Umuala Village.

The Enugu State Police Command arrested five men who ganged raped the old woman along a bush path

Parading the suspects along with others before newsmen at the state police headquarters the Commissioner of Police, CP ‘ Leye Oyebade said his men also foiled a kidnap attempt and arrested the suspects.

During interrogations, it was discovered that the woman who was the victim who was allegedly raped by her son.

According to the woman she felt like killing herself and that she regretted having a son as bad as this one.

The boy who told the police during an interview said he plotted the rape of his mother because he has never believed the woman was her biological mother, he told the police he connived with his friends to carry out the abominable act on his mother.

The state police commissioner while speaking at the police headquarters said they arrested these suspects based on intelligence reports given to them by some concerned neighbors who witnessed when the poor woman was raped, not only that the woman was raped but she was also beaten and maltreated by her son and his friends.

According to the police CP useful statement has been gotten from the suspects and they will soon be charged to court.

It was the end of the road for these five young men who reportedly gang rape an innocent woman in a bush in Enugu state.

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How ‘Awuf’ Run My Belle

EVENTS, Life Realities - February 8, 2021

Tolu Oyetoki

Bimbo, my bosom friend had often told me about his new guy, Philip and how the guys spoil her silly whenever he took her out.

On this fateful day, she got a call again from Philip who asked her to come to his house, somewhere at the outskirt of Ilorin, after Kufena close, GRA, Kaduna.

Bimbo and I agreed to go together so that in case he wants to make any request for sex, my presence will hinder it. Aside that I also look forward to my own ‘awuf’ which Bimbo had enjoyed all alone.

It was almost thirty minutes on Okada after the Chellarams round about and we had to call Philip to further describe his place. At a point, Bimbo got angry and asked that we go back home but my long throat made me encourage her to let us make the journey. After meandering for a while, we got to the house and we saw this handsome guy, waiting to receive us.

He beamed with smiles as we walked into the main house. I was carried away by the serene environment and the lavished interiors and electronic. He asked us to cook ‘concoction’ rice for him but I insisted on cooking white rice and fried the stew with assorted meat and other ingredients.

We were eating, when a knock landed on the door, it was so hard that we heard it despite the loud music in the sitting room. Philip too could not imagine who it was, he lowered the music and asked “Who is it?” and the response came, “Sea Lords are here.”

Philips mood changed and he hurriedly told Bimbo to run into a room on his left and me to hide under the dining table. I was scared to marrow and asked him if they are thieves but he told me to leave questioning till after they are gone.

I was peeping from under the table and I saw three guys walk in and Philip raised his hand up in cultists manner of greeting. I saw the Capon walk majestically and sat on the three seater directly opposite where I was hiding. Our eyes were four and he pointed a gun at Philip, “Who is there spying on me from under the table?”

Philip quickly replied, “My Queens friend on a visit”, please spare her.” “Come out here”, he ordered me, and I slowly came out like a fish drawn from inside water. He looked at me and said, “Identify yourself!” and I did. I told him my name and he said “Good, you will serve me, I want to taste the sweetness of your honey.” He stretched forward his hand and wanted to torch my breast and I angrily slapped his hand off me. One of his guards gave me a dazzling slap from the back. “Who do you think you are, you want to die cheap?” The capon raised his hand cautioning the guy, saying “She has the gold, let her place value on it, but no matter what, I will taste it. Philip tried to plead, “Boss, she is a ‘lilly pikin’ please, I will give you another chik” but I saw fire on the Capon’s eyes as he said “who you be to drag meat off a Lion’s teeth? Be careful.”

This guy dragged me with my long African braid and he entered into the room by the left, I think, Philip’s elder brother’s room. The Capon hurriedly pulled off my dress not caring if they get torn. He acted like a wild cat. In no time, he became naked and I saw the magnificent interior under him and I freeze. He has no time for fund play like my boy friend does. He hurriedly did me and though its painful, fear could not allow me do other than comply. Few seconds later, he rose up and told me “Philip will give you further instructions but mind you, what you see here, experienced her, went through here, ends here. You tell anyone, you will pay dearly.”

He and his boys left Philips house and I began to cry. I could not even finish my food as I told Bimbo to let us go home. “Awuf’ don run my belle o”

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I Trusted him but love failed me

Life Realities - February 1, 2021

Tolu Oyetoki

“I never knew he had another girlfriend. I thought I was the only one. Or perhaps, I not smart enough to discover his slippery nature? I didn’t have any cause to doubt him, so I didn’t.

I was single, had no boyfriend before I started dating this guy. When I started dating him, he was too good to be true. He was too good, it was so unbelievable. He made sure I trusted him. And I did. He always kept his phones with me. He allowed me to pick his phone calls and same with me. My phone can be with him, his too can be with me for days. He didn’t joke with my matter at all. He always wanted to be around me.

I never knew he had another girlfriend. I thought I was the only one. Or perhaps, I not smart enough to discover his slippery nature? I didn’t have any cause to doubt him, so I didn’t.

We dated for two years and I was still dating him when he got married to someone else. When I heard that he got married to another lady, I was berserk. I wondered what I did wrong, or where I got it all wrong, but nothing came to mind.

“We dated for two years and I was still dating him when he got married to someone else. When I heard that he got married to another lady, I was berserk. I wondered what I did wrong, or where I got it all wrong, but nothing came to mind.”

That was when everything that happened between us began to make sense to me that he was just being smart. He never wanted to meet my friends. He always had one excuse or the other whenever I wanted him to meet members of my family. Meehn, this guy was good.

I latter asked him, why he did such a thing to me; guess what he told me.  The lady he married was his mother’s choice

I later found out that he had been dating the girl in an off and on relationship for about 7yrs but broke up for a while. It was when they came back together again that they planned and married each other.

After this experience, I didn’t or couldn’t trust any guy anymore.

Maybe soon, I would date again. But for now, not again, no so soon.

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Raped by my aunt’s husband

Life Realities - January 25, 2021

Tolu Oyetoki

“Uncle this is a dangerous bush path, these kidnappers can surround us and whisk us away”, but he ignored my fears, held me firmly and kissed me. His hand reached for my breast and he started behaving like a mad man.

I started living with my aunt since I was six years. Since her marriage of three years didn’t yield any fruit she asked that I join them for a company. I gladly accepted the offer because I was fond of my aunt.

I enjoyed living with the family as her husband treated me like their daughter. There was never a day he came back from work without bringing me candies and ice crème. Sometimes, I sleep in their room some times until my aunt I gained admission into secondary school and went to burden school.

Soon, I attained the age of sixteen then in my SSS2, pretty, well fed and admired by even my female teachers. We closed for school on this fateful day and I was on the way to Prep class when one of our students told me that my father was at the gate looking for me. They see my aunt’s husband as my father because he was damn too nice.

For the first time in my life, receiving the information that he wants to see me, I was scared; I cannot explain what scared me. I went to meet him. “Baby girl, you will follow me to see a friend who’s wife put to bed.” I smartly asked, “why are you not going with aunty Ayo?” and he replied that its late and that she was not feeling too well aside that she doesn’t like late night outings. He asked me to go put on a better dress and I rushed to the hostel to change.

“Uncle, please stop, this is not good, I am like your daughter,” but he didn’t even seem to hear what I was saying. In no time, he over powered me and his fingers reached for my vagina and I lost control. He released the car seat adjuster and entered into me as I groan in pain. He satisfied himself and I saw, on his face some level of satisfaction

As soon as I came back, he drove off as fast as he could. When I noticed that he drove past the main road and veered into a lonely road. I asked what he was going to do in the bush, he replied that the place is a new extension not far from the main road. After about fifteen minutes into the bush, he stopped the car. I have been scared of the bush path, so I asked “Uncle, what’s happening, I am scared, this place is too lonely” and he quietly replied, “The car has small problem, I will fix it now.” He stepped down and came to my side of the car. He stood motionless for a while; I guess he was pondering on the consequences of his intentions. Then like a man possessed by a spirit, he opened the passenger door where I sat and sat on same sit with me. He wound his hands round me and thrust his neck forward to kiss me. The fear of that lonely bush path engulfed me and I told him, “Uncle this is a dangerous bush path, these kidnappers can surround us and whisk us away”, but he ignored my fears, held me firmly and kissed me. His hand reached for my breast and he started behaving like a mad man. “Uncle, please stop, this is not good, I am like your daughter,” but he didn’t even seem to hear what I was saying. In no time, he over powered me and his fingers reached for my vagina and I lost control. He released the car seat adjuster and entered into me as I groan in pain. He satisfied himself and I saw, on his face some level of satisfaction  and then I threatened, “I will tell my aunt about this so that if I am pregnant she would know you did it.” To my utmost surprise, he replied, “Tell her, as long as you are pregnant, I will just divorce her and bring you in as a replacement. I have faithfully waited for so long, she couldn’t give me a child. If you are pregnant, I will thank God, I am getting old, I need a child of mine.”

As he drove back to drop me in school, his counter threat ringed in my memory, “I will just divorce her and bring you in as a replacement.” “How will I be the reason this happy home will scatter?” I said to myself that telling my aunt will lead to a serious crises and I don’t want such, so I decided to keep quiet about my ordeal.

When it’s vacation time, they both came to pick me in school. For the first time, I asked to be allowed to go on vacation to my mummy but my aunt rejected the idea. She asked her husband but  he too turned it down and we all went back home. Anytime I see them together, I pretend like it was before, but when I am at home alone with him, I give him some attitude and at tikes stay in my room. Twice during my aunt’s outing to work, he did it again to me. Once he walked naked into my room after closing the main door. The other time, I was washing plates in the kitchen when he grabbed me from the back.”

When much later, I noticed changes in my system, I began to feel feverish and vomiting. My aunt noticed and took me to the hospital and the family doctor confirmed that I was pregnant. My aunt agrily asked, “Tomilayo, who impregnated you?” With tears on my face, I told her that I was raped by unknown persons when I went to buy ‘Moin moin’ at secretariat junction. I lied to her to save her marriage. When her husband came, she roared like a lion, “Honey, Tomilayo has finished me, she is pregnant, what would I tell her mother.” Her husband asked stupidly “who impregnated her?” “Sad enough, she said she was raped and she does not know the criminals that did it. Haa, I never thought that as sharp as she is, she would not be able to identify those criminals so that we can take them to court.,” Then my aunt told the doctor, “please, abortion will save my face, lets do it for her,” but her husband hurriedly replied, “what evil is that? When we have been looking for a child, now we have an opportunity to adopt, we want to throw it away?” In anger, I wanted to rise from my sitting position but my aunt shouted me down, “you sit down there, you shamed me. What will I tell your mother?” She turned to her husband, “You cannot be more desperate than I am for a child but this is not the way to have a child. Once Tomi gives birth she will be seen as after one. Who will willingly marry her with a child? What about her education?” Something was telling me to cut the crab and tell my auntie what happened and when but the fear of breaking the home was more paramount in my mind.

“Tomilayo, who impregnated you?” With tears on my face, I told her that I was raped by unknown persons when I went to buy ‘Moin moin’ at secretariat junction. I lied to her to save her marriage. When her husband came, she roared like a lion, “Honey, Tomilayo has finished me, she is pregnant, what would I tell her mother.”

After a while, their doctor asked if we all can keep the secret by taking me out of the country to deliver the baby under the guise of foreign studies and they both accepted the idea. There and then, my Aunt called my mum and said, “Sister mi, we have an urgent need at hand, Tomilayo is traveling out to Britain for further studies, we just got the information now and the opportunity almost slipped past our hands, so she would travel almost immediately, she would come to Nigeria in two years time to see us but will call from there regularly to say hello.” My mum answered, “Thank God, whatever becomes of her from you is accepted. I gave her to you, life and dead.” My mum spoke with me and though I was not happy, I see the enthusiasm in her that her daughter will be going to Britain for studies.

Getting to Britain with my aunt, we stayed in a friend’s house and she begged me to keep secrets secret as she doesn’t want to lose her husband if she rejects the idea of adopting my pregnancy and child.

I called Nigeria regularly to say hi to my mother but I made it so fast to avoid her knowing anything from asking any question. After I put to bed, my aunt came to see me in London and went back with my baby. She announced to everyone that she adopted a baby from a London hospital and she took good care of the baby.

Three years later, she was preparing to come for my graduation with her husband as they intended coming with my mum but on their ways to Lagos, the car had a fatal accident and she died. Cutting the story short, I ended up marrying my aunt’s husband.

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