Forbidden Love(8)-A touching story for careless parents to learn from…
Still in shock, laying down on the bed and staring into
space, uncle Sam said,”Meso, stand up now and go and
clean yourself or do you want me to wash up for you?”
I didn’t say a word, I only stood up, picked up my clothes
and went straight into his bathroom to clean up. When I
got in, I stood right under the shower and let the water
pour down on me.
I didn’t even move for a while or realize
when tears started running down from my eyes. I felt very
unclean. I felt like a wasted good. I didn’t know much
about sex or virginity but I knew that as a Christian,
everything that happened was all wrong. I wasn’t supposed
to have sex at this age, let alone with my uncle. I was
supposed to wait for the right time. “Keep yourself for your
husband,” my mum had said to me one time.
My mind couldn’t stop processing a lot of things at once. What just
happened? What will I do? Who will I run to? I kept asking
myself those questions while crying. When I was done
having my bath, I stepped out of the shower, dried myself
up and put on my clothes uncle Sam had almost torn while
trying to get me naked. I was in so much pain I couldn’t
even walk well. Apart from the fact that I had just been
raped, I had body pains from his tight grip and weight that
rested on me while he raped me. I got out of the
bathroom, looking around to see if he was somewhere in
the room but he wasn’t. He had also changed the
bedsheets and arranged the room leaving it looking as
innocent as it is a lie. On my way to my room for the night,
I stopped by the sitting room to check for uncle Sam or
Esther. I sighted Esther still engrossed in the cartoon she
was watching and uncle Sam busy with his phone. I didn’t
want them to notice my presence so I walked quietly to
the room. I guess that didn’t work because immediately
after I shut the door, I heard footsteps coming from the
sitting room and I was so sure it was uncle Sam. I ignored
it anyway and got in bed to continue sulking when I saw
the door open and uncle Sam walked in, shutting the door
“Meso!!! Meso!!!” he said as he walked to the side of the
bed where I laid and went on his knees.
I didn’t want to see him and so I turned the other way, my
back facing him.
“Meso, I know you’re angry with me and I’m so sorry. I
don’t know what to call my action. I’m very sorry Meso.
It’s just because I love you. I can’t stay away from you too
long. I needed you at that moment, if not, I don’t know
what would have happened to me. Meso, please forgive
me, I know I shouldn’t have forced you but I don’t know
what came over me. I love you, baby. I really do. You know
you’re the only one that has my heart. Please! Meso
forgive me. Please let’s keep it a secret. Let it just be
between us. I know you love me too,” uncle Sam said.
I just couldn’t face him after what had happened because I
was scared of him. I wanted to recover and possibly just
wake up from a dream like the one I had of him the other
time. If only I knew that the dream was trying to tell me
something, I wouldn’t have pushed it aside. The funny
thing was even with what uncle Sam did to me, there was
no hatred in my heart for him. I didn’t even dislike him
which was strange but I was definitely scared.
Uncle Sam’s pov
I knew Meso would be so scared of me. I knew she
wouldn’t want to look me in the eyes again but I needed
her forgiveness. I really loved Meso and I didn’t want the
relationship we had to destroy because of my action. Her
back still facing me, I kept on begging her hoping she
would just turn to face me even if it was just for a minute.
I actually felt really bad for doing what I did but I couldn’t
take it back. I don’t know why Meso had just been all up in
my head for a while now. I mean I had had affairs with
other women that were more mature, wife material and all
of those package as they call it but something kept on
pulling me closer to Meso. Trust me, I knew it was all
wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was happening to me.
“Uncle, why me?” Meso said as she finally turned to face
me, still not looking into my eyes.
“Meso, like I said, I don’t know what came over me but I
really love you. I’m sure you know that. Please, Meso,
forgive me,” I replied hoping she would say something else
but she just turned her back on me without saying a word.
I sighed, standing up and said, “Thank you” before leaving
the room. I had a feeling Meso had forgiven me but I still
The next day, I had to take Meso and Esther back home
before noon and so I got them ready by ten o’clock in the
morning and drove them home. Meso wasn’t still in a
bright mood but I didn’t want to push it so I didn’t say a
word to her while we were in the car. We just drove off in
silence. When we got to the house, I greeted my brother
and his wife before saying my goodbye. Before I left, I
glanced at Meso one last time who also glanced at me
before I got into my car and drove off.
Later that day, my mum took me to the market to buy the
remaining items I needed as a boarder. I didn’t even say a
word about what happened between me and uncle Sam. I
just kept looking and acting like a dummy because my
expression only showed forth sadness. I was able to walk
better than I could before from all the pain, so I managed
to endure and pretend like I was okay in front of my mum.
She noticed I was sad but she only thought it was because
I was going to the boarding house and so she consoled
me for the wrong reason. I tried my best to cheer up and
forget it. I didn’t know why I couldn’t tell because uncle
Sam didn’t even threaten me or something, he only
begged. It hurt me that I wasn’t even angry with him.
Usually, when I hear of other people’s rape incident or
movies on rape incidents, I see how bitter and angry the
victims are. They spit and throw curses on their abusers
but I wasn’t in that state. I couldn’t understand my
situation. I could only feel hurt in silence.
The next day, after church, I took my meal and slept for
about an hour before I was being woken up by Esther who
said I was being called by our parents. My parents called
me into the sitting room, sat me down and gave me
lectures on you know what. They told me to always be
focused, be prayerful, face my studies and all of that in
which I paid attention. They even concluded that they knew
I was sad about leaving for the hostel but It was for the
best and all of that. I just kept on nodding and a few
minutes later, we were done talking. After about an hour
more, I packed my luggage into the trunk of the car and
we drove straight to the hostel with my parents seated at
the front and my sister, beside me in the car. I took it
upon myself to forget about all that happened between me
and uncle Sam since it had already occured and vowed to
keep it a secret.
To be continued………