Episode 10 & 11
On my way to the hostel, I met two senior girls who were also walking to the hostel a stone throw away from me.
“Junior babe! Junior babe!” one of them called out.
I looked at them to see who they were calling and realized it was me so I walked up to them and greeted them. When I did, they laughed and insisted I say hi or hello. I didn’t know why the seniors had a big deal with good afternoon or good evening. I guess to them it was their way of acting tush like Anabelle once said. They asked if I was new in the hostel and I told them I had just arrived that afternoon. They also said they had seen me with senior Daniel and asked if I knew him and all. I told them that he was my school father and their face seemed to brighten up when I mentioned it.
“So he is your school father. So what’s your name?” one of them said.
“Meso,” I replied.
“Okay Meso, my name is Onome and this is Joy,” the same senior girl said as she pointed at the other girl.
“Okay senior Onome and senior Joy,” I replied.
“No! No! No! You don’t need to call me senior. Just call me by my name, Onome. From now on, I will take care of you as my school daughter. If you need anything, food, money, advice. Just meet me okay? My room is room seventeen. So you know where to find me now. Okay?” senior Onome said.
“Yes senior…I mean Onome.”
“Good, now you can go to the hostel, freshen up and prepare for lights out. The senior prefect girl will be ringing the bell for that soon”
“Hmmn Onome, the school mother. You know we also observe lights out too, we better start going to. I don’t want senior Ada to start her madness this night.” I heard senior Joy, the other senior girl say while I was walking away from them.
When I got to the hostel, I noticed that most of my mates were in their towels, some already in their night gowns. I guessed they were all preparing for lights out. I asked Anabelle what time they observed lights out and she told me the bell was to be rang by 10:00pm every night. I asked if there would be prep before then and she said there wouldn’t be because it was the first week of school so I also took a shower before changing into my nighties.
An hour later, the bell was rung for lights out. Demilade stood up from her bed and went to put out the lights while every other person cuddled up in their beds. A few minutes later, a senior came into the room and when she saw everyone was on their beds, she left the room, closing the doors behind her.
The next day, I heard the bell ring for some time and Immediately all my mates who were sleeping stood up from their beds, rushing out and yelling, “I’m after you! I’m after you!”. As confused as I was, I decided to ask Anabelle why they were yelling.
“You know we take turns to have our bath and the lines for each of the bathroom are usually long. That’s why we keep spaces oo because sometimes some seniors even come to bounce us so that they’ll have their bath first,” Anabelle said.
That was when I understood the reason for the yelling. I asked Anabelle if she had found space to take her bath and she said she already kept spaces for both of us. I thanked her and hugged her dearly. Meanwhile, I decided to get my uniform and shoes ready. While doing so, I remembered the very day my uncle took advantage of me and tears began to roll down. I didn’t want anyone in the room to see my tears so I tried hiding my face. Anabelle who left the room a few minutes ago came inside again. She walked up straight to me and I tried to wipe my tears as quickly as I could but Anabelle caught up with me. She looked at my eyes and saw that I had been crying. She said she was going to tell me to go and have my bath as I was after the person that was in the bathroom at the moment but she met me crying instead. She asked why I had been crying and I remember saying I was missing home. I didn’t want to tell anyone about uncle Sam and I. I was too embarrassed and I didn’t want people to think uncle Sam was a bad person. How stupid I was. Anabelle consoled me and tried to make me laugh. She told me it was normal to miss home and I shouldn’t be crying because I just got to the hostel the day before. She told me it would be okay and even though deep down I wasn’t okay, I nodded at her statement. I wasn’t okay for a reason completely different from what she thought but I told her I was fine and thanked her. Anabelle had always been like a young mother even from primary school. We had been very close, sometimes people mistook us as siblings because we did almost everything together. I told her almost all my secrets but this was one secret I didn’t think I had the guts to spill. Later that morning, the bell was rung for a morning devotion which was conducted by the chapel prefect boy and girl, and after we had our breakfast. Throughout that day, I tried as much as possible to forget everything that was in the past, but I guess as much as I tried to forget, the sicker I got. I just wasn’t feeling fine.
Meanwhile…..back at uncle Sam’s house
Uncle Sam’s conversation with his friend, Tunde on the phone…
“Guy! how far now?” Uncle Sam said.
“I dey oo. How you dey na?” Tunde replied.
“I’m good oo. Na wa see as you forget pesin. You go abroad, you no con remember your guy”
“Ahn ahn! Sam! Sam! No dey talk like that na. I spoke to you like a month ago. You know now, with work and all. I’ve been really busy. But how you dey now? When we go receive your wedding invitation”
“See my guy!!! Talking as a married man. Na because say you marry Chioma abi. You’re now giving me the “get married” talk. Not yet jare.”
“But guy seriously, you’re getting old oo. Your almost thirty and you’re not even thinking about marriage. Shay you still dey follow all those your babes.”
“No oo. Those ones are history. You won’t believe what that Cynthia did to me. She chop my money, con waka.”
“Ehn but na you cos am. Didn’t you tell her you weren’t serious about marriage yet.”
“Wo! E don do. I didn’t call you to give me all these talks oo. So how is baby now and your wife?”
“They are all fine. Baby is turning one in two weeks sef”
“Are you serious? See my guy that just got married oo. Na wa oo.”
“That’s why I’m telling to start thinking about it. I mean, you’re a successful banker, a smart guy and ripe for marriage. You’ve already achieved a lot so why not look for a woman who will stand strong for you. That will be your pillar. Okay see now, when I get home, I know my wife has already prepared one of my favourite dishes. When I want to you know, I know there is someone who won’t turn me down. She has always been supportive with my decisions, helps me avoid mistakes….”
Sam cut in, “E don do guy!! I hear you. E be like say na this Chioma fit you. I remember when you used to make jest of her going to church everyday parade. Who knew you would end up with her. Bad guy! ”
“That was before oo. I’m not like that again oo. But It’s all good.”
“Yeah…okay now! I have to go, let me leave you to your “wife”. We will talk later.”
Tunde laughs saying, “My guy!!! Okay now, we go see. Bye.”
“Yeah bye,” uncle Sam says ending the call.
Uncle Sam’s pov
“Wow, wow, wow, Tunde my guy! Who knew this man would be happily married.” I said to myself after ending the call with Tunde, my long time friend. I couldn’t believe that the same guy who used to mess around with me while we were still in school could actually get married. Back then, he used to say married men were weak men and all of a sudden, he encourages me to settle down.
Life is indeed funny. I went into my room to take a shower. I needed to get out of my suits. As I stepped into my room, the image of Meso flashed through my mind. I never stopped thinking about her and all that happened that day. I felt bad that I hurt her but I still wanted to be with her. The more I thought about her, the more I desperately wanted to see her. I shook it off my mind and told myself that she was in the hostel. It wasn’t possible to see her like I used to. I was even sure she would probably not want to see me if I did visit her. I knew she was still mad.
Two weeks later, we had a guest speaker who came to talk to all the students in the school concerning s£x education.
“All boys and girls!!! Move to the multipurpose hall,” the senior prefects said as they entered each class.
I needed to use the washroom so I left with Anabelle who decided to follow me. When I got in, I shut the door behind while Anabelle stood outside, waiting for me. As I pulled down my panties, I checked to see if I was on my period. I had intentionally worn a sanitary pad that morning because I was expecting my monthly flow but to my surprise, It was as clean as I had put it on. I didn’t think it was a big deal since the day wasn’t over and so I took a pee and left the washroom to join Anabelle outside. As we got to the multipurpose hall, we took our seats where other junior students sat and a few minutes the speaker came up to the podium.
She started by introducing herself before proceeding to the talk of the day. She spoke on a lot of issues relating to s£x and even though it was something that was repeated often, she said something that struck me. She mentioned things regarding unprotected s£x, unwanted pregnancy, rape and that was when my hears decided to listen. When she started talking on unprotected s£x, I recalled the day uncle Sam raped me. I remembered he didn’t use a condom and that was when I wished I would instantly fall down and die. I wanted to run mad. My eyes began to fill with tears. It meant I was pregnant.
That explained everything. Why I hadn’t seen my period. Why I was always weak. I didn’t know what to do as I was seated there. I stood up from my seat and decided to take permission from the senior to let me leave the hall but she told me to remain seated since the program was about to end. When I sat down, Anabelle who had been sitting beside me asked if I was okay. I nodded and pretended like there was nothing wrong. She said, “Okay” and went back to listening to the speaker while I kept on trying to remain calm.
Who would I talk to? What will I tell them? Just when I was thinking of all this. The program came to an end and the lady speaker announced that If anyone needed advice or anything of some sort to see her after the program. In my mind, I debated whether to see her or not and concluded that I wasn’t going to. I didn’t want anyone to know. They would have to tell my parents and the whole school would find out. I would bring shame to everyone. I couldn’t risk it. As the students marched out of the hall to their various classes, I told Anabelle that I would see her in class and ran to the washroom. I entered into one of the vacant spots and shut it behind me. I cried my eyes out. I cried in silence so that I wouldn’t be heard. I couldn’t believe that I was going to have a child for my uncle.
To be continued