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    Prosper YeboahProsper Yeboah
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    As for de visitor,we don’t know who he is but one thing we do know is Shiber needs to be very careful of Miebaka cos he means nothing gud!!!

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    THE TRAGEDY!
    Episode 5
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    I got to my room sweating and panting, I increased the speed of the standing fan, stood in front of the mirror, and noticed the changes in my body; my insignificant nipples were pointing out, goose pimples all over my skin, and my pulse faster. Fear ran through my vein, I had a strange feeling deep down my heart; a part of me felt I had sinned; the other part wanted me to tell Aunt Engee what had transpired between me and the boy. I did not know the best step to take.
    Aunt Engee: “Shiiiiiiber!”
    Me: “Ma!” I ran to the living room where Aunt Engee sat beside her guest
    Aunt Engee: “What have you been doing inside? Have you greeted my guest?” she asked, blinking continuously and pouting her lips
    I could not tell whether she was trying to send a message or assuming another personality to please her guest. I could not also help but giggle at her new personality; that was the first time I would hear her speak correct English; she had always spoken Pidgin English. This man must be very influential, I thought.
    Me: “Yes Ma. I greeted him as soon as he came in” My eyes met with the man’s “Welcome Sir” I said
    Man: “Engee, yea, we already exchanged pleasantries. How are you little Shiber”
    Me: “I’m fine, Sir” I stood there waiting for the next instruction from my aunt
    Aunt Engee: “What are you still waiting for? Clear these plates! Has Miebaka settled in?”
    Me: “Yes yes mma…” I stammered as I remembered what had happened in the guest room
    Aunty Engee: “Any problem? If there is none, take these things away and go and call Miebaka to come have his dinner. He must be starving”
    Me: “Ok ma!” I cleared the dishes and took them to the kitchen
    There, I stood, wondering how I would be able to face that boy again. I was scared he might touch my breast again, and I was not confident enough to tell my aunt the truth. I summoned courage; re arranged the dishes so they won’t fall off from where I had kept them, then headed towards the guest room with a straight face.
    Me: “Miebaka, aunty said you should come and have dinner” I said quickly and as I was about to shut the door he stopped me
    Boy: “Please stop, I want to tell you something. Please” he said, giving me convincing looks
    Me: “What? I don’t have time, I want to go and dish your food before aunty starts shouting” I said, standing halfway into the room
    Boy: “I want to say I am sorry about my actions some minutes ago. I am not a bad boy, it’s just that I saw you and couldn’t control myself. I know this may not mean anything to you, but I think I love you. The moment you came to the car to get the luggage, I fell in love with you. I am not asking for anything from you, I just want you to know” he said, fidgeting
    Me: “I don’t understand you, and I don’t want to. Do you know how old I am? If you bring up this topic again, I will tell aunty what you just said” I slammed the door and went to the kitchen
    Within me, I felt pity for him, but I knew he deserved the response I gave. What was he thinking telling me he loves me? What was stopping me from telling aunty about my conversation with him? I could not identify. I dished his meal and laid them on the table then went back to the kitchen to wash the dishes. I wished I would not set my eyes on him before bed time, but it was compulsory for me to wait until he finished his meal; my aunt never liked dirty dishes to stay overnight.
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    Two weeks had passed, and our guests did not show any plan of leaving; it looked like they were going to live with us forever. Miebaka and I had not spoken since our last conversation on the first day and Aunt Engee had been busy going places with her new man; she was in her happiest mood, she stopped nagging and blaming me for anything, she even told me sorry whenever I made little mistakes, the kind she would have reacted to differently in the past.
    I had just finished preparing the moi moi my aunt asked me to, went to the living room and switched on the TV to watch my favourite programme, I saw Miebaka walk towards the dining area, it was obvious he was very hungry. He went to the kitchen and came back to meet me, stood in front of the TV and placed his hands akimbo; I could not help but talk, I was missing out on the TV programme
    Me: “Miebaka, please get a place to sit. I have missed half of this episode, I wouldn’t want to miss the rest”
    Miebaka: “Finally she speaks to me. Well, I am very hungry and I know how rude it is to go and dish out the food myself so…”
    Me: “Just go and dish. Please make sure you don’t break anything. I don’t want Aunty Engee’s wahala”
    Miebaka: “I insist you dish the food, to be honest, I don’t even know what women do in the kitchen, I wouldn’t want to get you into trouble, you know” he said smiling
    Like a loyal servant, I abandoned the TV and went to the kitchen to dish out food for him. Somehow, we got along and started talking about everything; I told him about Papa and Mama’s early demise. I told him how the government promised to sponsor my education but never did and how aunty put me in a free lesson in the barracks. I also told him many things I never thought I could tell anyone, as we spoke, I felt comfortable with him; I wanted to tell him everything. It felt great to have someone to talk to, someone who would laugh at my jokes and someone who would listen to my worries. We both sat on the kitchen floor and ate from the same plate.
    After I told him everything I had been through in the hands of Aunt Engee, he held my hands and told me everything was going to be fine. He told me he would help me with chores as long as he was in that house with me, he also promised to take responsibility for any damage I made; he spoke like the sibling I never had. We finished eating the moi moi and
    garri , washed the dishes and went to the living room. We joked about Aunty Engee’s walking steps and her English accent; he mimicked her and I stood there laughing because his legs looked just like hers.
    There came a moment of silence, we both stared at each other for a while, then I decided to tell him how I felt
    Me: “Thank you so much, Miebaka. Since I was born, I’ve never been able to have a normal conversation with anyone. My parents were too strict, my friends in school were my competition, and I learnt not to share secrets with my neighbour’s kids; Papa said it was not safe to discuss anything with them. Thanks for making me feel happiness within me today”
    Miebaka: “You don’t have to thank me. I should be the one thanking you for forgiving me, I am so sorry about what I did to you the first day I saw you. I promise not to touch you again.” He said with honesty, then he moved closer to me and continued,
    “You talked about losing your parents at an early age, you are lucky. That man I came here with is my dad, but we hardly get along. He never told me who my mother was; at least you were able to feel what it means to be loved by both parents. To be honest, I am nothing less than an orphan. My dad dumped me in Portharcourt with his siblings for almost a year; there, my cousins abused me, they forced me to have sex with their girlfriends, they said I was too dumb and wanted me to learn how to take care of women in bed. I got used to that kind of life. As I speak to you, it’s because of what I feel for you and the grace of God that I haven’t touched you. When I see a female, I start having the urge to sleep with her. I hate it, I hate that feeling but it is hard for me to control…” he broke down in tears
    I looked at him with pity and thanked my God for my life; I thought my life was tragic, I did not know that there were people out there whose lives were worst. I had never been in a position to console someone, I did not know how to do it. I decided to change the topic, maybe it would make him feel better
    Me: “Can I ask for something?” I said smiling
    Miebaka: “What is it?” he asked, wiping his tears with his shirt
    Me: “Have you played the Question game before? The girl at my lesson taught me last week” he stared at me confused “It’s simple, the first player asks a question and the second answers with all honesty, no matter how deep the question it…they just take turns answering questions honestly. You get?”
    Miebaka: “Oh ok… you go first so I can understand the game better”
    Me: “Ok, let me start with this, how old are you? “
    Miebaka: “I am Seventeen. I was born in July 1985”
    This shocked me, the boy was same height as me and he looked so skinny. I refused to show how surprised I was, we played the game until my aunt and his father returned from their outing. They came in with lots of gift items, and when I asked her if it was her birthday she ignored my question and asked me to accompany her to her bedroom.
    Aunt Engee: “I tell Mr. David say one of your cousins dey marry for village, so in com take me go shopping for d trip. So no talk like say you nor nooooo. Ehen! You remember Oga Deji? That man wey buy you Christmas dress?” She held me by the arm, forcing me to remember
    Me: “Ermm…Ermm,,,”
    Aunt Engee: “How you dey take pass for lesson? You be correct mumu. Your brain dull pass akamu. You don forget Oga Deji, dat man wey buy you fiiine dress, wey carry you go talk for FM on Christmas day?”
    Me: “Oh…oh…oh… I remember, Uncle Deji, what about him?”
    Aunt Engee: “E don come back from Ghana. I wan go see am. I dey travel tomorrow” she announced
    Me: “Where will I stay? How long will you be gone? Are you people going with Miebaka?” I asked sadly
    Aunt Engee: “Which yeye pipo? Mr. David and in pikin go dey here, so you nor need worry. I don tell am wetin e go do when I nor dey. Ehen, help me go arrange my pikin clothes for box. We dey leave very early tomorrow.” She said, chewing her gum loudly, like a cheap prostitute.
    To be continued!
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    Who is Oga Deji? How comfortable will Shiber be with Mr. David and her new friend, Miebaka when her aunt is away?

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    HenrymaryHenrymary
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    I hope mr david dnt turn shiber to sex toy

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    Fada lawd save shiber o

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    Next please

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    Ireoluwa EmmanuelIreoluwa Emmanuel
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    hmmmmmmmm,,,, I pity dis girl ooooooo

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    Ireoluwa EmmanuelIreoluwa Emmanuel
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    what if Mr David and his son take turns in sleeping wit shiber

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    THE TRAGEDY!
    Episode 6
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    Early morning the next day, Aunt Engee woke me up to bathe her baby, I saw her having a discussion with Miebaka’s father, it looked more like an argument, but they whispered to one another so no one could hear their conversation. The baby was fast asleep; I dressed her up and put her in the cradle, still wondering what the duo was talking about.
    At 6.00am Aunt Engee was already leaving, she acted so nice towards me as Miebaka and I helped her with the luggage to her Volkswagen vehicle; she even hugged me before getting into the car
    Aunt Engee: “Nor forget O! na your cousin wedding I dey goo, incase Mr. David ask you. Nor make mistake tell am say I dey go Oga Deji house o.” she whispered into my ears “Take care of yourselves, I’ll be back on Sunday” She said louder, referring to Miebaka and I.
    As soon as Aunt Engee drove off, Mr. David walked out of the house without saying a word to anyone. Miebaka and I spent the boring day indoors; I attempted my home work from lesson while he stayed in the living room playing Whot alone. Aunty had enrolled me in a home lesson since Papa died; it was free and I only got the opportunity to attend lessons two times a week, because there were too many chores in the house to take care of. On many occasions, Aunt Engee would remind me of how she is feeding me, clothing me and sending me to school; she would always say I am an “ingrate”, and at the same time, curse the state government for making fake promises.
    Sunday came, but there was no trace of Aunt Engee. Later that night, Mr. David returned drunk; I had prepared fufu and vegetable soup for dinner, he ordered me to dish out his food. He insisted I serve him in his bedroom. With the help of Miebaka, I fixed a table in his room, he then instructed me to wait until he was done with his dinner.
    I stood there and watched him eat as he cursed all the soldiers at Janguza barracks. He complained of being treated like an animal any time he approached the gate, he spoke about the bad government; it looked like he had so much crises within himself. After keeping me waiting for more than an hour, he washed his hands and ordered me to clear the table; as I cleared, he stripped, removing everything he had on him, one by one. I could not stand the sight of seeing such a middle aged man naked, I nervously took the few things my hand could carry and then made for the door when Mr. David shouted
    Mr. David: “Where are you going to, you brat? Stop right there before I descend on you.” I heard his heavy steps closer to where I stood
    “Are you disrespecting me? Will you turn around and drop those things? Who asked you to take them?’
    Me: “Sssssirr…bbbbuut Sssiiir. You said I should…” I said, still maintaining my position
    Mr. David: “Will you shut up! I am talking and you are talking. Hahaha Professor David is talking and Shiber is talking…the world is ruined!” he stopped right behind me
    I began to sweat and shiver at the same time, the thought of running away was not an option for me. Didn’t Miebaka hear his father shouting at me? Couldn’t he come and save me out of there? Mr. David bolted the door, and out of fear, I dropped the dishes. That was it! I had no strength to struggle with the wicked man, he pinned me to Aunt Engee’s bed and used his legs to separate my legs. I could feel his knee almost breaking my thigh, could not cry out for help, as he penetrated, I felt the whole of my pelvic area pleading for mercy; he had his time, he raped me without conscience, he forcefully took my virginity!
    It seemed like I passed out; I woke up few hours later feeling like I was in hell; my ribs ached as I breathed, my waist to my legs felt like I had a truck stuck on them, the sheets were soaked in my own blood. I could only see faintly, the image of the man who had raped me was blurry, but I could see someone in the room, dragging me out of the bed to the bathroom- I felt like a breathing log of wood.
    He had very hot water run all over my body, used a piece of cloth to wash off the dry blood, poured some liquor in my mouth and started all over again. This time, I prayed for death, I prayed to God to gift my life to someone in coma or someone who really needed it, because I did not. You may never understand how I felt, but I assure you, that death was a better option. All I could hear was the sound from the TV, all my senses were beginning to collapse slowly.
    The following day, I found myself in my room with Miebaka sitting right next to me. He looked like he had seen a ghost, he had moved closer to my bed as soon as our eyes met. I wanted to talk to him, but words refused to come out of my mouth; I was also scared that telling him may never change the situation. Slowly, as I drank the tea he gave to me, my memory began to fall into place; first, I began to remember the three words the man had said to me, NEVER TELL ANYONE. My head banged and my heart raced as the words kept ringing in my head
    Miebaka: “You are going to be fine. You will be fine. Daddy said you need to take plenty of liquids.” He said to me, with his eyes soaked in tears.
    The whole situation was confusing, how could Miebaka feel comfortable with what his father had done to me? I looked at him with disgust. “I will kill both of them when I am able to walk’, I told myself.
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    That Wednesday, I was able to walk and move around the house, I could still hear my thighs shake uncontrollably and I still had sanitary pad stuck between my legs-the blood would not stop flowing. My friends from lesson had come to see me; I put a bench outside for us to sit. They had said they heard what happened to me that word had gone round that I was attacked at the Kano market, told me stories of how some of their relatives had been attacked too and warned me against thirsty Hausa boys. Putting their words together and trying to figure what was going on was really difficult for me. After giving me the oranges they had bought for me, they stood up to say they were going.
    Picking up the same bench I had brought out for my friends to sit was not easy, I knew my waist was going to break into bones if I made a second attempt, so I called on Miebaka
    Me: “Please help me with this bench before I collapse” I told him as he approached me
    Miebaka: ‘Why didn’t you call me? Hope you weren’t the one who brought it out? This thing is heavy now” he lifted the bench
    Me: “My friends helped me” I lied to him, then I remembered I needed to ask him “Ehen Miebaka how did my friends know I was ill?”
    Miebaka: “It was Daddy. You know he came back drunk that night and was ill. He told me that after you served him dinner, he asked you to go to the pharmacy” he heaved and dropped the bench he was carrying
    “He said you had gone outside the barracks to get the medication and those useless Hausa boys attacked you. So he spoke to one of the nieghbours about it, maybe he can help trace the guys” He looked at me with pity and continued
    “…maybe I shouldn’t have fallen asleep, I should have gone instead, I’m really sorry I was not there to protect you” angry with himself, he lifted the bench and went inside
    Trying my every best to remember everything that happened that night, I sat on the steps with my jaw resting in my palms. My thoughts were awaken by the unbelievable sight from the distance, I saw Aunty Engee on a motorcycle, without her child, without her luggage…
    Me: ‘Aunty welcome, are you ok? Where is your car? Where is baby?” I began to cry, she looked dirty and tattered.
    Aunty: “Please give the Okada man Sixty Naira” she said in a cracked voice and limped into the house
    I followed her into the house, I saw her crying in her room as she pulled her clothes off her body, I joined her, crying, I wanted to know what had happened to her, I also wanted to tell her what the boyfriend had done to me while she was away, but all she did was cry.
    To be continued!
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    What happened to Aunt Engee? Where is her child? Will Shiber be able to tell her aunt what Mr. David did to her? What actions will Aunt Engee take after Shiber’s explanation of the rape?

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