ABIKE'S TALE

Chapter 1

Under the window sill I  sat, braiding my sisters hair. Looking out the window ,the rain poured down heavily, the wind blew and trees moved. Each tree stayed rooted to the ground even with the intensity of the rain. It reminded me  that I  can never fully be cleansed because my roots are far to deep beneath the ground. My sister, Aduke touched her hair probably trying to check how much hair remains to be braided. Aduke can't  wait to play with the others under the rain. I wish i could play under the rain too with no care in the world whatsoever but i can't because i am with child. I can't leave this  room that i like to call prison either for I am a disgrace to my  family. I am Abike Ogunforiji , a 15 year old child raped by my own father but no one knows.
           I love my mother with all of my heart or i used to. My mother comes to my room often to check on me with food in her hands. Each time my mind wanders to the day it all changed, it brings tears to my eyes because I really wish my mother had paid more attention to what was going on right under her nose. It started in a very subtle manner. He would call me,"Abike! Come sit on my lap". I would happily run to sit for so long, I always felt something hard poking me but I felt it was normal.  He would tell  me to just move on his  lap, each time mom walks in he'll put me down.
At age 9 , we were alone in the house then he told me to take off my pant , he said ,"I want to see if  my hand will enter". Naive little me I was laughing,  he put his hand down there and pushed  it in. It was so painful i screamed, i said,"Daddy stop! It hurts". He slapped me hard on the face and said,"shut up!" If I had held my tears in or if If i had reduced my squirming,  maybe he won't have hit me again and again. I had marks on my face, Mom felt I disobeyed and that was why i was beaten. I couldn't even walk properly and for that week my dad didn't let my mom give me a bath. He did  it himself. I always wanted my mom to ask why i had become so quiet or why i was walking the way I was or why my dad wanted to give me a bath but she was far too ignorant.
As time went on, his fingers slipping into my private region became a norm. I told my mom I didn't like dad. I wanted her to ask me  why, just so I could tell her how he gives me pain all the time but all she did was yell at me saying,"How can you say that! Get out of my sight".
  At age 13, I was used to the finger penetration. As a young girl, I felt that was the height of his assaults until he called me to his room on a Sunday morning," Abike!", he shouted. Everyone left for church except us. I answered,"Sir!". I thought it was for an errand so I ran to his room. He said,"How are you ,Abike". I whispered my response,"I'm fine , Sir". He smiled and pulled me to his lap and said to my ears," You know you're my favourite daughter , I need you to do something for me". My palms were sweaty, something was just unusual. My heart was beating faster. I looked away from him and said, "what do you want Sir?" .He stood up, unzipped his pants and relieved himself . He stoked his self and told me to do exactly what he was doing. I immediately started moving backwards, away from the room. I was young but I wasn't stupid, my entire being shook with fright. This was wrong. Every alarm in my head said I should run so I did that. I ran to the dinning room, he was hot on my heels.We were at opposite sides. He said, "Abike what is your problem? Don't let me force you o."  I said ,"Daddy please I don't want to do that. It's wrong." He smiled and said ," It's not,  it's normal, just calm down. Your mom said we must do that before she comes or do you want her angry ?" Moms flogging was always the worse so I went to him and I did as I was asked, at whatever pace he wanted. That day was terrible. He made me do things I wasn't meant to with his manhood. I would have told mom but he made me feel it was her instruction. Dad wouldn't lie right?

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