September is here again which happens to be my birthday I will be 12 years old on the 10^th of September, Uncle K had planned a birthday party for me, we went out for shopping because I had decided to wear something new for the party, we also made a quick stop at the caterers office to ensure everything was going as planned.

Some of my friends from school including  Amina came for the party, the theme for the birthday was pink ,all my friends had a pink dress on ,the house was filled with a lot of pink themed decorations my cake was a character cake that had my picture on it .

Few of Uncle K friends came for the party also so it wasn’t just little girls party, we had so much fun at the party, Uncle K made the party a memorable one better that what I had my mum had in mind for my birthday before death took them away from me .we had a one minute silent in remembrance of them.

It was game time we had picked Aluminium foil game, we had two teams and each team was given aluminium foil to make a runway outfit dresses for me the celebrant and I was to wear them on a runway in other to showcase the dresses made by the team, I looked at myself in the mirror was dressed like a grown up with make up all over my face. The team Amina belonged to won the game everyone had so much fun during the game time.

It was time to hit the dance floor for the celebrant dance, I requested ‘’ Daddy yo’’ by Wizkid . Before I realized what was happening the dance floor was filled up, I thought I was the only one who loves to dance to wizkid’s hit, and we all danced until we got tired of dancing.

I and Uncle K sat in front of the A stack of unopened presents stood in the corner of the room wrapped in smooth shiny wrapping paper. A silk pink bow had been carefully tied around each of the gift. I decided to open the gift Amina bought for me it was a yellow  diary seeing the diary made my day as I had told her the day the we went shopping I wanted a diary. I never knew she paid attention to me that day.

The next gift I opened was a big one that had a big ribbon o it and I was so eager to open it, a little note was attached to the gift to my little girl friend I wondered who had dropped the gift for me what stroked me was the hand writing of the sender which looked like something I have seen before, I said to myself I now have a secret admirer I couldn’t wait to tell Amina about my secret admirer.

`I see you have seen the gift I bought for you, I hope you like the teddy bear I got you` Uncle K said as he walked in with 2 bottles of coca cola drink in his hands.

`O when did I become your little girlfriend` I asked him as I hugged him to thank him for the gift he got for me by this time I was already feeling sleepy I had managed to finish my drink .

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I felt so light headed as I open my eyes , I can’t seems to place how I got into the room . I tried getting up from the bed but I felt sharp pain around my thigh I thought to myself I must have danced so much at my birthday party for me to feel this pains all over my thighs and leg.

I need to visit the ladies, so I had no choice than to drag myself out of the bed, as I stood up I noticed I had been sleeping in a pool of blood.

Blood on the bed sheet?

Whose blood is this? I murmured softly to myself.

I looked all over the room to get traces of where the blood came from; I also noticed my dress was stained. I became so confused, I was terrified due to the fact that I couldn’t find Uncle K, and could this be his blood on my body.

What is happening in this house or am I dreaming.

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It was a long and quiet drive from Zone B Okota police station where Chief Williams had filed a report on the account of rape against Uncle Kunle.

Uncle Kunle was beaten and tortured for one week at the police station, his face was swollen, his body was bruised all over, he was so much dealt with that even my father’s connection could not save him this time around.

Immediately he stepped out of the holding cell with my father I felt guilt  inside me ,If I had not gone Into the kitchen that day he would not have ended up in the police station and my father wouldn’t have lost his friendship with chief Williams.

Amidst all this I tried getting a peek at his face through the rear mirror, each time I tried this he caught me staring and returned a look that sent shivers down my spine.

My father decided to break the horrible silence-`Kunle I hope you have learnt your lesson, It is not everything you see in skirt you lay with, how can you sleep with a 16 year old girl, a girl who Is 5 years older than Omolola your niece’

`But Uncle Tade you keep scolding me as If I am a little child, how was I supposed to know she was a minor, she has a big stature, talks in a mature manner. I mean she was practically the one leading me on, I could not resist such offer’ Uncle Kunle said in defense.

That statement, caused a heated argument between him and my father which lasted until  we got home.

23 of March 8:00 am

It has been a few months since Uncle Kunle was released from police custody and everything seemed back to normal, my mother was giggling like a young girl who just found true love.

You needed to have seen her fold her clothes carefully into the travelling bag, while also checking my father’s bag  for all the basic things he might need for the next weeks.

24^th March is a Getaway season for my parents, It is their wedding anniversary celebration; my parents’ marriage will clock 13 years tomorrow and they decided to go for a vacation to Suncity for their anniversary.

On our way to drop my parents at the airport I looked out the window, the sky was tar-black and the large clouds were moving towards the car. I heard a tapping on the window and then it became a pitter-patter. I could see people running for shelter, puddles began blinking as the rain became heavier. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and I could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.

`I believe you can put on the hat of a responsible Uncle for these few weeks,won’t be a problem for you ,Kunle I do not want to hear any funny stories about the house with a stick of cigarettes  like the almost burning episode last year, please do take of your nephew as we go to south Africa,my father said to Uncle Kunle as he drove us to the Muritala Mohammed Airport In Lagos, that was when the funny sound came from the engine of the car ,my father tried pulling over the brakes wouldn’t respond ,the  car rolled over several times, breaking glasses and Inflating the safety bag. My head made contact with the cement ground not a moment later. Currently, blood Is pouring out of my head ,I became dizzy everything around me became dark ,I couldn’t feel my legs nor hands.

I began wondering what was happening to me, where is my father and my mother?What is happening to me? I called out for help but I could barely hear myself.

I heard a siren and saw myself on a stretcher like one in the popular movies, I saw Uncle Kunle on another stretcher we were both moved in the same truck and were admitted in hospital.

14^th of April 12:00pm

Few weeks passed and I was still on admission in the hospital with Aunty Bimpe attending to me and Uncle Kunle. I asked after my parents from, she replied that they were away on their vacation.

I kept asking after my parents since it was already 4 weeks they embarked on the trip. I wanted to know why they would not come visit me at the hospital. So I asked again when my parents will be back.

Suddenly, Aunty Bimpe started crying. I thought about what I had said and if I said anything wrong. I asked Aunty Bimpe why she was crying, Then she looked at me and the next words that came out of her mouth made my world crumble

Ooo No! This can’t be happening to me right now.Did Aunty Bimpe just say dead.

Serah Aina

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Walking down the stairs,I could hear a familiar voice calling out my name screaming‘Omolola! ‘Omolola! Help me check the kitchen cabinet for a new pack of magi seasoning and I need it right no’that was my mother Chief Mrs Tade herself AKA Mama Show, always representing at any family event.

She can like to party for Africa.

As I hurriedly turn back I heard my name again ‘Omolola! ‘Omolola! ‘Get me cold water from the fridge andalso come with my food ’.I sheaved a sigh as I listened to the voice other me around- that is the voice of the man who treats me like a maid. Oh how I hate his guts! Whenever he needs my attention;he calls me with such pride and ego, I really do not blame him, I blame my father who gives him so much power and room to do whatever he likes including ruling the affair of the house as if he owns it.

Whenever mum complains to dad he would always come with the excuse of ‘heis my only brother and there is nothing I can do about his attitude, he is an adult, I can’t control him and you do not expect me to chase him out of the house even if he has refused to get a life at the age of 38’.

Omolola! He calls yet again jolting me out of reverie.

I began thinking again;’ O God why am I the only child, these household chores would kill me some day’ I muttered to myself.

Omolola!Yet I heard my name this time it was Aunt Bimpe

‘what are you doing standing here I have been behind you for a while,, it is obvious you were lost in thought, kin niomokeke e araro,  what are you thinking of  you are just 11 years old, do you want to kill yourself?. ‘Nothing ma’I replied.

“In that case your mum is waiting for the seasoning outsideoya make. It snappy it is almost time for the Christmas party and you are yet to take a bath and get dressed.Your daddy’s jet will arrive soon and he won’t be seeing you dressed this way. In fact don’t worry I will give your mum the seasoning’. Aunt Bimpe thank you so much you are indeed a life saver” I thanked my Aunt and ran to take a bath.

So I decided to serve my uncle his food before he gets angry and tells me I am a rich spoilt brat, Uncle Kunle never sees anygood in what I do.

06:00pm

The party already begun. People wouldn’t stop tropping in.This is my best time of the year. I look forward tomy father hosting his business partners, having lots of food, drinks, music, fun and of course time out with my Dad.

‘ChiefWilliams I am so happy to see you with your delectable wifeand your lovely daughter, Mrs Williams it is always nice having you around’ that is the voice of my father chief Tade the owner of O&T enterprises always going on business trip all around the world to meet his business partners he works too hard and he is never around, he just came into town today and he would be travelling tomorrow for another business trip. Whenever I complain, he would say ‘OmololaIwork so hard for you to have a comfortable future’

Figuring, it was quite difficult getting Dad’s attention,I decided to join Mum on the dance floor as I heardKing Sunny Ade’ssong ‘Majaiyeoni’my Mum’s favourite track of the great music legend, while dancing with her Uncle Kunle came to join us and before I realised the dance floor was filled with people dancing to the melodious tune. I saw uncle Kunle dancing with Sandra Williams the only daughter of Chief Williams. They kept holding hands and wouldn’t let go off themselves.

Omolade help get my slippers from the room my leg hurts badly I need to get down from this heels Mumsaid. Immediately, I ran up till the stairs. Suddenly,Iheard sounds of two people struggling with each other in the kitchen, curiosity got me so I decided to check what was going on. As I opened the kitchen door to my greatest surprise,I saw uncle Kunle dragging someone my her clothes he wasn’t facing me directly so I didn’t know what was happening.

I was so scared because I saw a knife on the kitchen cabinet and the heat of the struggle was really intense.I started crying.I didn’t realize when I gave out a loud scream. Help! I shouted.

My voice filled the air. In no time the kitchen became filled with people. Everyone who had come for the party had gathered. Suddenly, Uncle Kunle freed his captive. He gave me that look of disgust.

Then I realised the person whom I thought was trying to kill my dearest uncle was Sandra Williams and she was half naked while uncle Kunle was pants down over her.

O my God!I muttered out.

‘What is the meaning of this, what is all this shenanigans about?, Kunle most you always bring reproach to the family, of all the ladies here it just had to be my business partners daughter Chief Williams what is wrong with you, I mean don’t you have some decency in the kitchen,Kunle where we cook and serve our food I am so speechless and disappointed just put on your clothes before her father gets in here’ 

My father said not knowing Chief Williams and his wife were standingbehind him as he turned Chief Williams was filled with so much rage and disappointment, `Tade our friendship is over and I am pressing charges on rape against your family’

Chief Williams said with seriousness written all over his face. Pressing charges for what?  Sandra is 22 years old. Uncle Kunle had the nerves to voice out his opinion on this awkward situation, Chief Williams was so furious that he almost threw Uncle a punch. With tears and shock laden voice, Chief Williams screamed,“she is only 16 years old”. The room suddenly began to spin.

Serah Aina

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