Must Read: Ade

Episode 7 years ago

Must Read: Ade

I was not that better off than Rotimi because
I also sweating profusely as one who just
faced the bakerman’s oven. I was still sitting
on the chair but it couldn’t contain me again.


I just don’t know how I was still on the chair.


It was all captivating.

Shola was still crying. Now, it had become a
rain of tears as the floodgates of tears were
opened and the waters flowing ceaselessly
therefrom. It was a pitiable sight!

She continued recounting her tale,
”When I became ten years old, my step
mother became extra nice to me. The reason
was not known to me until one particular
day.”


At this juncture, another round of tears were
opened from the tap of endless tears from
Shola’s eyes. I was also so moved that I never
knew when tears were flowing from my
eyes. Rotimi got up sluggishly from the rug
he sat on and went towards Shola. She made
no attempt to stop him. He encircled his arms
around her neck and muttered words of
consolation. ”Sorry Shola,” was all he kept
saying as he shed tears of comaradarie.
After what seemed like ages, Shola got
herself back and continued her story.
”One night, I was sleeping peacefully in my
room. That room over there,” she pointed to
the door leading to the rooms.
”I was sleeping when I felt something
creeping up between my legs. I thought I
was dreaming till I could bear it no more and
I woke up. I was startled to see my stepMum,
Yinka, kneeling on my bed with her fingers
probing my pubic region. I looked at her
inquiringly but she smiled and put her index
finger to her lips saying I should keep quiet.


I asked her what it was but before I could
protest her foolish and lame reply, she had
pounced on me kissing and tearing the night
dress I wore. I shouted but no one could
help me. Dad had travelled. She had her way
with me using one stick-like thing to prod
my parts, I later learnt it was called a dildo.


She used the thing too to satisfy herself as I
sat crying on my bed. She later asked me to
tell no one. She said if I do, she would kill me.


That was how it became a regular occurence
between my step mother and I and it went
on for years. That was how I learnt about
l£sb!anism but you know what guys? Deep
inside me, I hated the act because I felt it
wasn’t natural and I enjoyed intomacy with
men more than with females but it has been
engrained in me that I just can’t help but do
it.” She finally told us. Surprisingly, she did
not cry again rather she smiled as she
watched as we opened our mouths in
disbelief.



”My stepmum was killed in a car crash with
dad and her daughter along the Abuja-
Lokoja road. I was in the University then. She
had told dad to drive from Abuja to Lagos
after a wekend holiday they had when I was
in school. I was happy she died because she
made me who I am today. And to make
matters worse, her daughter too had learnt
the act from her. Dad never knew till he died
and you two will be the first people I will be
telling since I was raped and inducted into
the act. But I just don’t know why I keep
spreading it to young girls. I just feel it is
natural to sleep with young people both
boys and girls.” She paused to drink water.


Then she said, ”Ade and Rotimi. I think I
need help. I want to stop this act of
peadophilia and bisexualism. Folake and the
other girl are my partners but I am ready to
ditch them if need be. I want a straight life. I
want to be a model to the young girls. Bola,
Bunmi and Bimbo are my current victims, I
am ready to stop with them. Kunle and
Dolapo are not that difficult to stop, I……. I
just want to stop spoiling young children.”


With that, she burst into another round of
tears. She was totally distraught and
inconsolable. Rotimi and I now see that she
was a victim of child abuse. She was a victim
of circumstance. Who were we to have
judged her?


We just looked on as she cried her heart out.
Words escaped us. The task was a huge one.
It was evident that she had been
psychologically brutalised. Keeping such a
secret for donkey’s years was no child’s play.
What to do to help her, we never know but
she needs help. Even the victims she named
too needed help and the task fell on nobody
else but Rotimi and his friend, I, Ade.


We left her house after hours of consolation
promising to give her a feedback on our plan
of action the next day. Our phones had
seventy three missed calls each. They were
from Bunmi. She had got home and did not
meet us. There and then, Rotimi knew we
had to get a solution in earnest because he
could not continue with the illicit act
between him ane Bunmi. The one I was
about to start too had to be nipped in the
bud. Thank God, it is now three on three.


Bunmi and co on a side, versus Shola, Rotimi
and I on the other side. Folake and her friend
too needed help. We ourselves needed
outside help.


Twenty four hours was all we had to get a
plan in progress, else we have to resign.


”Ol boy ye, this thing hard o!”

Rotimi burst into my thoughts as I tried to
think out a way forward…