How My Uncle Raped Me - S01 E08

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How My Uncle Raped Me - S01 E08

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 8

So I made it to the park, I managed to secure my bus seat on time and headed to my hometown after a 6hrs journey.

When I got home, my siblings welcomed me and they were astounded by the state of my appearance.

My elder brother “Mike” was quite perplexed because he said that I had lost weight since I left and that I became skinny.

Then I told him it’s a long story.

When I asked them where mum is, they told me she’s in her room dressing her clothes.

So I told them to inform mum that I had arrived. My mother was in astonishment when she saw me sobbing excessively when she arrived because she couldn’t believe it was me and it was around 10:00 p.m.

“My daughter what is it, what happened?, talk to me. Why are you crying?” My mother asked as she was curiously tubing my face with her left palm.

“Mummy!, mummy!, mummy!, Ebuka has been rãpping me ” I shouted as I burst into cry.

“Chidinma!!!! your uncle has been doing what???

or perhaps I misheard what you’ve said?,

What did you just say??.”

“Mummy, Ebuka has been molesting me since the very first day I came to the……”

My mother couldn’t let me complete what I was saying, she hurriedly dialed my dad’s number and asked him to come over right away to hear what our daughter is saying.

“Soooooo!!!! Ebuka your uncle, has been rãpping you this entire time, when we thought you’ve been working with them all this while?, Jesus Christ of Nazareth!!!” My mum whimpered in pain as she crossed both hands over her head.

My dad arrived after some minutes and was curious to know what the haste call was about.

“Ebuka has killêd me oooo!!! Chaaiii!!

Ebukaaaaaaa.” my mum screamed in pain.

“What is it? what happened to Ebuka and why are two of you crying seriously? chidinma can you explain to me what’s going on? he drew closer to me in curiosity.

“Daddy your elder brother Ebuka is a rãpist, he has rãppêd me countlêss times, I should have been dêãd long before now but God didn’t allow that to happen. As it stands now, I don’t even know if I’m even pregnant for him or not except we go for a test but that is not really the main issue on ground. Ebuka is a usêless man he needs to be sentenced to death.”

My dad was shocked as he placed both hands on this head.

My elder brother overhead me so he came over and said “Wait, chidinma you mean our uncle Ebuka, rãppêd you????

“Yes Mike” I replied as tears streamed down my cheek.

My dad was so discombobulated. He hurriedly smashed his phone against the wall and screamed his name “Ebukaaaaa!!!! you will pay for this with your dear life!!!!”

My dad called him but his phone was completely switched off.

So she called his wife and groaned over the phone saying “Where is ebukaaa!????.

“Since chidinma left the house he’s no where to be found please I’ve been looking for him ever since but all to no avail” She replied sympathetically on the phone…..

We began looking for him the next morning. We looked for this man for four days and yet couldn’t find him.

So, on the fifth day, my elder brother noticed a recent tweet about a man named Ebuka who was shot deãd by some unknown gun men that night, and his body was discovered by the roadside.

After thorough investigations, we discovered that the victim was our Ebuka, our uncle, who was attempting to wrestle with them with his bare hands when they shot him dêãd with their Guns . And till today, the men are no where to be found.

It was after his death, that was when I discovered that I was one week pregnant for him but I told my mum that I can’t keep the baby of such a heartless man. So my mum urged me to make my decision that if I’m to abort it, I can go ahead. My father, however, advised me to keep it and promised to assist me in raising the child he said, even if my uncle is a horrible guy, this does not necessarily imply that the children will follow in his footsteps.

So I took my dad’s advice instead.

As for his cõrpse, my elder bro buriêd it at the back of our house.

His wife had been crying uncontrollably that he had lost his husband and life is really going to be difficult for her. So because of the two kids he had for Ebuka, my dad urged her to stay with us for three months before she can finally go back home to continue her life.

At the time I wrote this story, I was five months pregnant..

If not for God, I would have been dêãd a long time ago.

I hope you all will learn from my story(especially the ladies).

Say no to rãpe, Say no to assault.