💔MUST I BE A VIRGIN💔
Episode 3
God don catch my wicked aunty I said in silent, Ikeolewa was shaking, my God don open her and her mama yash, don’t mind me jare but I was very happy.
They fought and her husband left the house with his mother that day.
For good Five months, my aunty husband didn’t come home, one early morning we heard a knock on our door, behold it was her husband, I thought my aunty would be happy and welcome her husband, but to my horror surprise she had packed all his clothes in the luggage.
She threw it at him, telling him she doesn’t want to see him again. Her husband pleaded but she stood on her words never to open the door for him..
Hours of waiting the poor man left and they were later given divorced paper to sign.
That was how my aunty got divorced .Bringing home suitor now becomes my aunty favorite song in the house.
She said raising me was hard that she want something in return from whoever is going to marry me. When she mentioned reward I was confused, is it reward for maltreating and given me the worse beating everyday.
Well I don’t really know what she meant by that.
Staying with her was like living in real hell. She made me do all the home chores and her wonderful daughter would sit stretched her leg and watched television all day.
My aunty doesn’t have business of her own, what she does was sit at home, made various calls everyday to the caretaker incharge of my grandparent properties.
She collected all the house rent without given me penny. Why would I even ask, cos I believed in working and earning my own Money, my sweat not what others had worked and laboured for.
My neighbour iya kaffy kept advising me to leave my aunty’s house or run away. But my believe was people who does that never end well.
No No and No don’t blame me. Some may end up becoming a mother which their lives would b worst than their previous life. I don’t really like the idea of running away.
💔MUST I BE A VIRGIN💔
Episode 4
There was a time my aunty didn’t give me food for good 7 days. She told me to fast on behalf of her and her daughter, that God should send them an helper.
Hnnmmmm I fasted for seven days but before I completed the fasting I saw hell. I was restricted from eating and drinking. She said throughout the seven days I won’t eat anything.
I completed it and was expecting food, I wanted to faint, cos even while fasting she still made me do home chores.
She never allow her daughter touched or help me .She would say Ike was too young then to do chores .Well, I was used to that already.
The last day of the fasting, I was unable to stand on my feet, I was shaking and sweating profusely. I started having headache and was burning seriously.
My aunty noticed but said No food for me cos she haven’t seen the answer to my prayer. Pls my people am I God that answers prayer, Of course I’m not .
I went to bed without food but was unable to sleep. I woke up and tears started flowing from my eyes.
Why is my life like this, what was my offence, it seems I’m being punished for my parents sin because don’t really know where I ever went wrong.
I’m a good and humble girl that do respect everybody. I have never in my life disobey my elders or looked down on people. I don’t have friends.
People call me names for killing my parents but I don’t have choice than to ignored them.
This particular day, I wanted to sleep but was unable, I try closing my eyes,but tears kept flowing like tap.
I drank two litres of water at least that will give me strength, but instead I slept and bed wet because the water I drank the previous night was Just too much.
My aunty came to my room and noticed the bedsheets was soaked with my wee. She connected the iron to the socket, I was still sleeping,after some minutes the iron was hot, she placed the hot iron on my b****t, I jumped on my feet and cried out in pains.
I started running, screaming and howling around. I thought I was dead because water and blood was gushing from my b****t. That wasn’t enough for my aunty she instructed me to tie the bedsheet round my waist.
She called all the little children in our compound to sing for me and I must dance to their song. Who am I not to obey her, I nursed and was in pains for months before it healed on it’s own.
But trust me it wasn’t easy.My aunty kept disturbing me to bring home a suitor or else she’s going to marry me off to one Alhaji in our area to become his 10th wives.
Though getting married early wasn’t in my plans but since my aunty kept shouting reward reward to my ears every blessed day. I didn’t have choice than to get myself one.
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