CHAPTER SIX
When my uncle returned from his trip, I eagerly told him about my desire to find a job and start something for myself. His face lit up with approval, and he encouraged me to keep pursuing my goal. However, things took a dark turn soon after when Patricia, his wife, began to grow suspicious of me. She seemed convinced that I knew something about her life and decided to act on her suspicions in an alarming manner.
One morning, while my uncle was out for school he was also the principal Patricia entered my room. She wore nothing but a loincloth, which was not only inappropriate but unsettling. She claimed to be searching for something, though she offered no explanation or clarity about what it was. Despite my repeated questions, she remained silent, her gaze fixed on my bare chest.
I was seated on the couch, scribbling notes for the day, when Patricia approached me. Her body wiggled provocatively as she closed the distance between us. I tried to keep my composure, intending to head to the bathroom. However, before I could move, she suddenly grabbed the towel on my waist.
Let me goâ I said my voice firm but masking the tension I felt. I feigned surprise at her boldness, though deep down I wasnât shocked at all. I had seen this coming and had felt it the way she looked at me. The manner in which she lingered around me when we were alone.
In as much as I wasnât surprised, he next words made me froze on the spot.
âI want you Fred.â She whispered her voice slow and sultry. â I will have you not matter it takes. Just tell me. Mention it and I will give it to youâ she said coming closer
“Make me feel like a woman Fred.â She said looking so intense. âSteve Doesnât know how to make me feel like a Woman â
âHow can you say that Patricia?.â
I looked at the woman Infront me and wondered if it was still the same woman my uncle ask the young girls of his church to emulate. The irony was sickening How could she stand In front of a congratulations and pretend to be holy and be a perfect pastors wife?
âPatricia this isnât rightâ I said trying to keep my voice steady. I respect my uncle far too much to even consider doing this to himâ I pushed her away â Leave my room. Youâre supposed to be a pastors wife but look at what your sayingâ But Patricia stayed still. âHe doesnât have to know Fred. Itâs just me and you and …â
âI canât Patricia !â I ran into my bath and shot the door.
âOk since youâve decided itâs going to be like that weâll see. Remember I told you I will get you no matter what?â she talks and I heard her moving away.
After Patricia stormed out of my room, I quickly gathered my things and left the house, eager to focus on my job search. The morning had turned bright and sunny, offering a welcome contrast to the tension I had just experienced.
As I walked a few meters away from the house, my phone rang unexpectedly. I answered, and a man on the other end informed me that I had been wait-listed for a job interview at a local company. They were looking for someone to teach computer skills to their employees and their children who attended holiday classes.
The news was a bright spot amidst the chaos. My spirits lifted, and I felt a surge of hope. Without wasting any time, I rushed to the companyâs location. The interview process was straightforward but thorough, and I felt confident about my responses. The company seemed like a promising opportunity, and I hoped it would lead to a stable position where I could finally build something for myself.
After the interview, I left the company feeling optimistic. The events of the morning had been unsettling, but this new opportunity provided a glimmer of hope and a sense of direction. As I walked back home, I tried to push the disturbing encounter with Patricia out of my mind, focusing instead on the positive steps I was taking toward my future.
TO BE CONTINUED
