Part 1 is in the share your story column
Mum came back after a few years in the
I look up for a min and there is this tall pretty woman standing over me saying my name in the tiniest voice. I recognise that voice as the voice that comforted me after the fight and festival of slaps or punches; this was the same voice that said I would be back right? No my brain said, she is gone for good remember!
My mum was back yes, mummy came back, she came back for me, for her rotten daughter, she came back yes yes yes!!! wait a minute, mummy still had a good one, the one I would give my life for if anyone touched her.. so mummy came for her instead....
I take her bags from her, never saying a word not even a "welcome" and I go upstairs with my mills and boons in my face wishing i could get to the love scene fast and feel that warm tingling sensation I had come to love... As we approach the steps of the house, My grandma calls my sister who is at the foot of the steps looking at my mum then like the good child she is rushes down and throws her self at her. They kiss and hug and cry. I drop her bags in the guest room and continue with my novel... yes I am getting to the love scene, the part where they find each other at last and "he takes her breasts into his mouth and suckles each nipples slowly tracing small circles with his fingers, her heart skips a beat, he draws her close and inhales her sweet perfume , he sees the pulse on her neck and kisses it......... "omo" I hear my mum scream... "What" I say in a tone I have never heard myself before! then everyone looks at me... My grandparents make excuses on my behalf; I hiss and got to find a quiet spot to finish my book.....
She tells most of the story from the point of view of her alter ego Sassy
Sassy - I hate this man... (Step father ) or step boyfriend like omo and her sister called him... I just hate the way he looks at me when I walk in, I hate the way he looks at my behind when I go past him. I am not comfortable here. I hate this place. I miss Omo's grandparents house, it was warm and cozy. I didn’t have to protect omo from anything even Ladi was a piece of cake, he didn’t do anything Seyi had not done before..
Omo was in the shower one weekend when her mum had gone to PH and her sister was in boarding school, she had just met her first boy friend. He was very sweet and didnt pressure her into having sex with him. Omo calls it making love I say having sex... he had come to the house numerous times to pick her up so they could go out and have fun and the "step boy friend" did not approve. He would lie sometimes to omo's BF that she was not home when infact omo was waiting for him to pick her up... oh!!! I still hate him.. Anyway the night before this day, Omo and BF went out and ended up in his place where they kissed and almost went all the way then I (sassy) reminded her to take it easy.. so omo and BF talked about her coming over for the weekend and getting it on..
Omo was very excited, now she would do this her way, not forced, no muddy musky smell, no pinching grabbing man nothing just bliss and happiness... I should have known, Omo;s happiness is always short lived..... As omo prepares to go to BF for the weekend, she gets a phone call from him and he speaks to her "step dad" who is furious when he learns that she wants to spend the weekend with him so he tells her BF that they (step dad and omo) had previous plans, they were going to Ibadan to see his mum.. Omo is in the shower beaming from ear to ear, she has shaved and is ready for the weekend when her step dad enters the bathroom; she doesn’t hear him come in so she pushes back the shower curtain and is shocked to see her step dad standing there so she pushes back the curtain and tells him she would scream if he touches her. He goes on and on about how promiscuous she is and how she is such a bad example to her baby sister who looks up to her yadi yadi ya... then he walks out...
Omo rushes into her bedroom and hurridly tries to put on some clothes when he bursts in.. omo knew what was coming next, this was a familiar pattern she summoned me and I came, she just could not handle it anymore, she wanted the BF, she kept her self for him, he was to be first not him.. This was sassy's turf... he beat me and raped me he didn’t say a word, he pushed hard every thrust was painful, every thrust reminded me of the pain omo went through then he left. I looked down and I was bleeding ... "not again" I could hear omo say.. "not again". I curled up on the floor, wept, cursed, yelled but no one came .. I was too shaken to get up so I lay there wondering who omo had hurt in her previous existence then he comes in again... "is it late?" omo asks and I tell her yes he has his way with me, omo tried to push him off but I had to protect her, I didnt want her to go through this again so I let him... I was filthy in a pool of my own blood.. yes.... blood , pain and lots of semen was the menu of the night.. He was done, he looked at me and spat in my face and called me a whore...
Saturday morning - I couldnt sleep the night before because I was scared he was going to come in and have his way over and over again, I had to be alert, I had to be on the watch for omo. I could hear her screaming , she wanted out, she was tired an desperate, she was not strong, she told me many ways I could end this, "there is a bottle of valium" was her favorite line but I resisted.. She was in love with BF and I wanted them to be happy, she deserved to be happy even if for just a little while... I get up and go to the shower, clean myself up, cut up all omo;s hair ... omo had very long black hair her BF loved her hair but I hated the hair, I hated the way step dad tugged at it, I hated his breath on her hair, I hated his hands on her hair, the hair had to go.... I step out the shower and step dad is in my bedroom he looks at me and licks his dirty lips, I stare at him and he says "wont you assume your positon whore" I obey and he has his way with me this time was not quiet, he abuses omo's BF , calls him names,he says I am the only one who understands him then he cries... today, words, tears and semen is on the menu...
Sunday morning - I let omo come out as she has had enough, she goes into the shower and reaches for the bottle of valium, she looks at her self in the mirror and she tells me " who is going to love me now, BF wont love me, what am I living for?" she gets dresses and leaves... We walk for a long time around
Monday - Mum is back, I tell mum what her man did and mum tells me I imagined the whole thing. Mum says she knew Omo had a BF and she knew they were sexually active because step dad had told her, mum also said she knew Omo didn’t stay at home all weekend as she was in BF's place.. I let Omo out and she hugs her mum... I go upstairs, pack our bags and leave... we have had enough......
Omo - I turn 25 soon, I am scared of trusting people especially men, I hate my body, I do not enjoy sex (amazing as all the guys I have dated dont know), I hate relationships , I hide in my shell if members of the opposite sex is getting to close for comfort. I am lonely and I wish to be loved, I see lovers in the streets holding hands and cringe at the idea of me doing the same. I tried the love thing before and the ex-flame blamed me for not speaking up, he couldn’t stand the fact that I had been "impure" even as a child, he indirectly called me a tart. I told him I was reaching out by telling him and I didn’t want any secrets between us but he wont budge so we went our separate ways..
This is my story
Thoughts/ Lessons Learned : Good riddance to the boyfriend she parted with. That is why most women will continue to remain silent !! Men that would rather blame a powerless child rather than a monster.
yes, you have to let go of your alter ego and grow. None of my words can adequately comfort you but it will be well .
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