Things We See Yet Ignore (WEB)

Things We See Yet Ignore 1

Adaobi ran through the streets of Lagos, casually dodging the obstacles that stayed in her path, yet refusing to slow down.

Her home was just a few blocks away from her current position and the teenager smiled — one which showed all her perfectly positioned teeth. She quickened the pace and passed by her friend's house, Samuel.

He saw her as he was hanging clothes on the drying rack, in front of his two-room house, and immediately called her. But Adaobi was too preoccupied with her good news to hear his voice. She immediately wanted to share it at home.

'What could be going on in that girl's head for her to run like that?' Samuel mother, Mrs. Adele, wondered as she squeezed the clothes and gave it to Samuel to spread on the dryer.

'I don't know, Ma. Should I ask her tomorrow when we meet to play?' Samuel inquired spreading the cloth on the dryer.

'Hm. You and this girl are playing again. Why don't you do what other boys your age are doing?' Mrs. Adele blew her nose and rinsed her hands with some of the clothes water before drying it with her wrapper.

'Mama, shebi I told you to let me wash this cloth?'

'Please, please. Don't change the question. Why don't you go out to play football with your mates?'

'Mama, I have told you and will always tell you. I won't gain anything from playing football.'

'What about, eh, is it Mercy?'

'Messi and Ronaldo?'

'Eh en. Na dem be that.'

'Mama, those guys are pro. They wanted to be a footballer. Why should I be playing football when I don't want to be a professional in the future? Is the end not just to break one's own leg?'

'Ah! God forbid! My son's leg won't break in Jesus name.' She rebuked raising her hands over her head repeatedly with numerous clicking sounds.

Samuel laughed. 'Was it not just last week that Abdullah broke his leg?' He had sat down and joined his mother.

'Ah, that's true oo. Eh, no problem na. If we finish this clothes today, you can spend some time with Ada tomorrow.' She promised.

Samuel looked at the heaps of clothes they still had left and inwardly sighed. During the week, his mother worked two jobs, two shifts — except on Fridays where she had just one —, and during the weekend, she'd wash clothes for the neighbours for a small token.

'Don't worry about me and Ada, Mama. Even if we don't meet tomorrow, we'll surely meet on Sunday or in school on Monday.' He reassured her.

'That's my boy.'

Meanwhile, Adaobi had gotten to her own house, which was unfortunately a one-room apartment. She breathed hard as she got to the door and tried moving the handle. It was locked.

That's weird. He should be home by now, she thought.

She decided to knock on the door and it was opened a few minutes later by a man in his mid forties. He was a tall, hefty man and currently shirtless which revealed his chest hair.

'Papa! I-' Air left Adaobi's lungs as she was thrown away from the entrance to the wall when the door hit her forehead with full force.

'Didn't I tell you not to call me father?!' He bellowed.

'I'm sorry, uncle.' Adaobi apologized rubbing her forehead. There was no blood, but it would leave a scar if not treated and she knew it.

'Would you get up from there and bring the pee-bowl.' He ordered and retreated inside the room.

Adaobi picked herself up and searched for the paint bucket her uncle use to urinate usually at night, because the toilet and bathroom were both at the end of the street.

She walked in and found her uncle eating some chicken laps, like a pig as usual, and she realized how hungry she was. Still, she dropped the bucket by his legs area.

'Can't you see that I'm eating?'

'I can.'

'So why are you just standing there? Leave this place.'

Adaobi sighed, dropped her school bag and left the room. She regretted the fact that she didn't come home early enough to find a piece to steal before her uncle kept it all to himself.

She waited inside the kitchen, which was in front of the entrance by the right, until her uncle called for her.

'Ada!'

'Yes.' She ran from her awkward sitting position by the kitchen corner into the room.

'So you can't add "sir" when answering me?'

'Sorry sir.' She bowed.

'Anyways,' he licked his fingers. 'Clean up this mess.'

Her uncle stood from the two chair dinner and went to the bed in the room. There was only one bed so they both slept on the same bed.

Adaobi was almost done cleaning the table when he called her.

'Come.'

She froze. His tone of voice had changed and she hated it.

'Uncle', she managed. 'I haven't eaten yet.'

'Ada. Come.'

She sighed but submitted to her fate.

As she did away with the food packages in the kitchen, she was lost in her thoughts that she ended up scrubbing her hand instead of the plate.

Her eyes were dead as she looked at the spot she scrubbed. She was black, full with melanin, but if she had been white, she would have seen red spots in that position.

'Leave those plates and come. I have waited for too long.'

She gently dropped the plate she had just been washing and left the kitchen into the room.

The sight before her eyes were horrible. Her uncle had already devoured himself of all clothes and was laying on the bed naked.

'Like what you see?' He asked seductively. Well, as seductively as he could.

Adaobi remained quiet. She squeezed her hands tight, her long nails, which her uncle refused to buy her nails to cut, were digging into her palm causing her to bleed.

'You stupid girl. Didn't I tell you to always reply when I talk to you? Now get in here.'

'Y-yes.' She replied quivering and released her hands from themselves. She walked towards the bed, her uncle, and removed her pinafore uniform.

'Should I start with this?' She inquired, pointing at his manhood which stood up at the thought of having sex with a young girl.

Getting a look as an answer, the look. She swallowed her spit, and proceeded to do what she had always done almost every night since she moved to Lagos at age four.

Now, ten years later, she's faced with this same predicament.

It could be worse, she thought. He could have sold me as a sex slave, but I'm just his pet for amusement. At least now, he no longer rapes me.

She opened her mouth and proceeded to swallow his manhood whole.

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