A Twist of Fate
I kept on running as Uncle Fijabi pursued me with a cutlass, with blood streaming down a side of his face where I had deliberately stabbed him. I knew he was losing focus so I ran faster into the thick forest until my knees wobbled beneath me and I suddenly collapsed,face on the ground close to a river bank.
My parents died two months ago,after the consumption of our favorite meal,cassava flour with vegetable soup. Baba Ibeji,my father’s friend had walked in and joined them in the meal. They all died hours later,foaming in the mouth.
Tade,my only brother had gone to live with Aunty Kike in the village while I decided to stay back and mourn my parents. Things never remained the same again especially when Uncle Fijabi,my father’s younger brother began to take unusual interest in me. He came into my room one night,locked the door after him and charged at me like a hungry bull. I was terrified. “You will enjoy this as much as I will,so keep quiet and let’s help each other”, he barked at me. He smiled at me wickedly and made me to touch the bulge in his trouser. Then,he undressed me. I cried afterwards and became more cold and bitter wondering why life had to turn this way for me. He came night after night, at times during the day. I became more angry with each act until the day I made up my mind on what to do. I hid a knife under the pillow and stabbed him on his right cheek. He yelled and I ran outside while he followed in hot pursuit with a cutlass.
I walked slowly to the riverbank to wash my face and I suddenly felt like vomiting,yet again. I am two months pregnant for Uncle Fijabi.
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