True Life Story: They Did This to Me But I Dare Not Tell It to Anyone (Part Three)

Ajoke Alaamu

Continued from Part One and Two

Have you seen a ‘free-for-all fight’ before? Are you aware that just a person starts it before it escalates and every Tom, Dick and Harry would come on board wielding their own ‘weapons of war’?

That was exactly my situation.

Wicked Brother Shamusi!

He called me to run an errand for him. Of course, my parents had gone out and my elder brother was out playing football, as usual. I was with my elder sister when he called and my sister said I could go but I must return immediately I was done. When I returned from the errand he sent me, I knocked on his door and he asked me to come in.

Let me tell you about Brother Shamusi.

He was living with his mother and step-father. His step-father and father used to be pals until only God knows what, separated them. They became sworn enemies. His mother had only male children, if I recollect well, they were about five of them living in a room apartment with their parents. Their room was very close to the stair case. He was the eldest of all the boys though I think his mother had an older son who wasn’t living with them. I knew this because father used to call his mother “Iya Jide.” His step-brothers were well behaved unlike him; if I also recollect, I think he’s been to jail, too. His step-father was always out of town; I heard he was working in Minna. Their own room wasn’t like Brother Waidi’s. Theirs was bigger but scantier though there were about seven of them living in it.

So I entered, gave him what he sent me but he held my hand with it. He pulled me into the one bed in their room; he pinned me down, opened my legs, took off my panties, and shoved his hard thing into me. He was very rough! I didn’t cry, I didn’t push, I just laid there with tears rolling down my face. When he was done, he commanded me to get up, wear my panties and go out. He was very harsh and scary! He was wicked, too! He said if I told anyone, he would deny it and mother would kill me for telling lies. He also told me no one would believe me so I silently went into our room, and when my sister asked me about where I went, I shrugged, walked into the room, jumped on the bed and I slept off.

The next time he called me to run an errand for him, I ran away but he chased after me, got hold of me and spanked me. He said I was rude. Mother would ‘kill’ any of us if any adult ever reported us to her as disrespectful. Due to the kind of environment we lived in, there were sometimes squabbles and malice occurred between neighbours- either publicly or privately. For instance, father and Brother Shamusi’s step-father were not on talking terms at some point. Now, it does not matter which one of my parents was involved in a quarrel with another neighbour, mother would insist that we her children should continue to be respectful and amiable with that person. She would say the issue had nothing to do with us and as such, we must stay clearly out of it. She detested hearing or seeing us misbehave to an adult so my sister asked me to run the errand for him and return immediately. When I went to him to ask what he would have me do, he said I should carry his sponge case into the bathroom for him. He already had his towel around his waist and he was carrying a pail of water so I followed him with his sponge case.

Let me tell you what that bathroom looked like.

There were two bathrooms and two toilets. All the occupants of the rooms on the first floor used one of the toilets while the other toilet was used by one cute couple who had three beautiful daughters. Their own apartment had the seeming look of a two bedroom flat accommodation- it consisted of two rooms, a sitting room and a balcony. Mother had so much respect for this family. Apart from the old man with many cats that she used to visit, this family was another precious family to her.

Brother Shamusi entered the bathroom and rather than collect his sponge case from me, he pulled me in with it. I screamed but he quickly pushed his hard thing into my mouth. Unfortunately for him, my scream got into my sister’s ears and she traced me to the bathroom. She called my name but I couldn’t answer because my mouth was playing ‘host’ to his hard thing. I was sobbing and my sister started to bang on the door. He opened the door and shoved me out. My sister held on to his towel and demanded an explanation from him. She threatened to tell my parents but he denied doing anything to me. My sister took me into our room and threatened me that she would tell mother that I was doing ‘bad thing’ with Brother Shamusi. I cried and begged her; I promised her I would not do the ‘bad thing’ again. Anyways, she couldn’t bring herself to tell mother because according to her, she would ask her why she let me out of her sight. That was how I became free again!

But it was brief!

To be continued....