PART 1

When Aunty Eloho came back from
italy, then I had just finished my
WAEC, armed with my good result
and the promises of a good job in
when I travel out to further my
studies, I was scared at first to follow
Aunty Eloho back to italy, two things
made me scared, who was going to
look after my aged mother, my only
brother was 12yrs old and like his
age he acted it so well, stubborn, too
playful and never ready to carry out
any of the house chores and I
guessed that scared me the most,
then my second reason was about
the fear of being forced into
prostitution, we all have heard scary
stories about how girls from my
village in benin are shipped over to
italy and forced to trade their body
and I decided to confide in mama my
fears.
I could remember that cold harmattan
night, sitting outside our mud house,
helping her to peel the vegetable
leaves while she tries to put more
firewood at the fire place, I looked at
her as she coughed loud from the
smoke coming out of the firewood
that was trying to choke her, and I
decided to make my fears known to
her
ME: Doh! mama, See dis italy I dey
follow aunty eloho go so my mind
dey cut oh! mama
MAMA:{looked up and starred at me}
Rukevwe no time you no dey fear,
wetin dey make you fear
ME: Mama you know most of our
girls wey dey go there na ashi work
them dey go do?
MAMA: Aah! Ogene buko! see make I
tell you, no be Elohor my senior pikin
go put your for that kind work, she na
correct girl and her mama my sister
train am well
Pidgin english was the only formal
language mama could speak and I
was never ashamed speaking it with
her even in odd places where am
meant to main my cool.
I waved at Mama and bobo my only
brother, from the back of the taxi that
was taking I and Aunty Elohor back to
the airport, I was dazzled away in
amazement as I watched aircrafts
take off and those landing, white
people both male and female
everywhere, I looked round and saw
high rise buildings, walking through
the airport lobby closely followed by
Aunty Elohor as we walked out of the
airport, the skyline was blue and very
bright, with an Inscription at the top
of the entrace to the lobby boldly
written ” Welcome To Milan” , I
needed not introduction that I was in
milan, the smooth room, the high rise
buildings that adorned the streets,
thousands of white folks going about
their normal duties and the air seem
fresher, basking in the euphoria of
being in another man’s country in my
mind I said a prayer “Guide My
Footsteps”.
Just then a car swerved and
screeched to a stop right in front us,
I bent down to see who was driving, I
saw a white male with long hair and
had tattoos all over his body, he had
plaster on his right arm and was
puffing cigarrete as Aunty Elohor
opened the car and I was
apprehensive about entering the car
as I stepped back a bit, she turned
looked at me and shook her head
saying
ELOHOR: you be just mumu! enter
car joor before I land you hot slap!
mtschewew! village girl
And the white male gave Aunty Elohor
a hot romantic kiss, Icould see the
stint of shyness in her but she acted
as if she was enforced to kiss her,
when they were done with their
‘mouth-play’ she turned and looked
me and then gave the white male a
lusty look and then said
ELOHOR: Claude meet my little
cousin Rukky
He turned and then used his hand to
touch my cheek as the stench from
the nicotine that was evident of a
man who has been smoking for years
almost made me sneeze, he spoke so
fast that all I could grab was
CLAUDE: welcome
Aunty Elohor who has built two
upstair back at benin was leaving in
a trailer park, it was much of contrast
to me, I felt she was living in a very
big house with servants at her beck
and call, most times when I
eavesdrop on she and her friends,
she boasts about how her house is a
two storey building and with a story I
find amusing of how a white woman
called her monkey and she took the
white woman to court and the court
gave her the white womans house.
Inside the trailer was just a bed at
the right end of the trailer, a huge
baton gracefully hung on the wall,
two chairs and a small table set as
dining and then clothes littered the
whole floor, the piles alone could
form another bed if properly arranged,
I was served a bowl of oat and bread
with a strong instruction to make
sure I sleep immediately after eating
and that I should choose anywhere
but not the bed to lay my head as
Aunty Elohor and Claude open the
door, sat outside as Claude puffed
his cigar while I gathered some of
the clothes and used it to form a
bed.
My mind roaming the bush paths of
our village reminiscing about all I
would have helped mama do at the
village when I heard Claude shout
angrily
CLAUDE: Hope you did me some
virgin! You know the tighter and
younger the better
I could hear his footstep as he
opened the door and walked to the
bed while Aunty Elohor followed him
as she kept pleading
ELOHOR: I have kept to my own side
of the deal, please listen to me.
Lying on the floor and pretending to
fast asleep, next thing that landed on
my face was the stinking underwear
of Claude thrown to my face as he
turned to Aunty Elohor
CLAUDE: Take off your clothes, I have
missed your black ass for days, you
better f--k this d--k good
Then came Aunty Elohor’s skirt
thrown beside me and then her bra
landed on my face while her pant
landed on my arm, I watched as
Aunty Elohor was f----d before me,
peeping with one eyes as Clauded
was f-----g Aunty Elohor from the
rear so hard, spanking her ass so
hard that I wondered why Aunty
didn’t cry from the pain she must
have felt as he closed his eyes and
held unto her hips while inserting his
very huge c--k into Aunty whose
eyes bulged out of their socket, this
was the first real life sex I was
seeing ever!
He kept yelling
CLAUDE: B---h! F--k me Africa’s
w---e! yeah righhhhht! give it to
daddy
And then I watched Aunty Elohor jerk
her hips to meet his motion and then
suddenly she pulls out with shouts
of
ELOHOR: Ouch! D--n! Claude you
gotta take it easy with the way you
back that thing up to me
Claude did a very shocking thing that
I became afraid of him immediately,
she spontaneously gave Aunty Elohor
a slap, Punched her to the throat as
she coughed, choking and gasping
for breath, He stood up naked and
angrily left the bed. marching my
hand as I kept mute and he walked
to the table, grabbed the big bottle of
vodka, opened it and gulped almost
half and then out of anger threw the
bottle at Aunty Elohor who by the
whisker dogded and then bottle burst
on impact to the wall.