Uncle Nana – OKAFOR OZIOMA

I rushed home tired and famished after a long day at school. All I craved now was shower, good food, my neatly laid bed and peace and quiet. But what I met at home was a far cry from peace and quiet. I could hear my parents screaming at the top of their voices and sounds of fists landing on human body. I sighed as I lay on my bed without even bothering to take off my school uniform.

“Nne, I didn’t know you were back,” Mama said, some minutes later as she entered into my room. She tried to fake a smile but from her red bulgy eyes I could tell that she had been crying.

“You would be spending the weekend at Uncle Nana’s house,” she said “your dad and I are having some issues, a little misunderstanding, it should be over soon and you would come back, inugo?” What I overheard didn’t sound like a ‘little misunderstanding’ but I didn’t want to argue with her, I just hoped they would be fine soon.

 I packed my little box and gladly went to Uncle Nana’s house. He was my sweet-faced Uncle Nana as I usually called him. He was my mother’s brother, kind and nice and his house was my dumping ground whenever my parents had issues, which was quite often. As I got to his house, I quickly undressed as I headed to the shower. I was finally going to get the bath and sleep I craved. Thanks to the peace and quiet here. Just then the sound of Uncle Nana clearing his throat from behind me brought me back to the present. I whirled around, startled.

“Why didn’t you knock?” I asked, regretting not locking the door. I quickly tied my towel, covering my nakedness and my whole body shook from embarrassment.

“You are a big girl now,” he said, with a smirk on his face as he admired my body, his eyes seeming as if they could pierce through the towel.

This didn’t feel right, the look in his eyes, the way his voice sounded. I was starting to get scared.

“Uncle what are you doing?” I asked my voice quivering with fear as he moved closer to me. But I didn’t have to wait for long to find out. He pushed me to the bed, I fought tooth and nail and screamed the house down but I was no match for him as he easily over powered me. He hastily removed my towel, and closed my mouth with his palm, using the other hand to pin me to the bed.

I didn’t need to be told what this was. I had watched movies and read books and always day dreamt of my wedding night when I would lose my virginity – sweet smelling candles, king size bed and my husband making love to me. This was far from it. I tried to focus on this beautiful thought as uncle had his way with me, perhaps it would make it less painful. I closed my eyes and cried through it all.

“Don’t tell your mother,” he said when he was done and gave me a N500 note to buy my silence.

I spent the rest of the evening in the bath tub. Tears ran down my cheeks as water ran down my body, perhaps I could wash away the memory and pain. I thought about whether to tell Mama, with all that was going on at home. Would she even believe me? After all it was sweet-faced Uncle Nana.

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