Osuwake episode 2

OSUWAKE

Episode 2

The threats from my friends seemed very real to me and i was extremely scared of them. I never wanted to lose them as my friends – they were bigger than me too.

As at then, my mum was already used to bathing me but after that incident, i avoided her bathing me. For two days or so, i didn’t allow my mother to bath me or even come closer to me.

I had serious injuries on my body and as a result, was very scared of water – i avoided water touching my body. I became withdrawn and wasn’t my usual self anymore.

My mum noticed and kept asking if i was okay and i normally gives her a positive reply.
It lingered on for days untill one fateful day, she called me to bath me..

“Osuwake, Osuwake, come here i want to bath you”

“i’m a big girl now, why did you want to bath me” i replied..

She was really amazed at my response and drew more closer to me immediately..

“please just tell me, did anything happen to you? did anybody beat you? what really happened to you my daughter? Please talk to me. She asked in a calmy tone.

I didn’t say anything to her to her. I kept mute and even looked away. I snubbed her in a manner that made her to forcefully remove my clothes at once. She saw all the wounds on my body. She was very calm and kind as she didn’t me or yell at me. She quietly sat me down and inspected the wounds on my body further..

“please tell me, who did this to you? How come about this”?

I didn’t still say anything, i was very quiet and speechless.

“please talk to me my daughter, how can you be harbouring this kind of wounds on your body at such a tender age? she continued..

She was very calculative judging by her body language and treated me like a day-old-baby.
I felt her love and care. I pitied my mum and my self at the same time.

I broke my silence after much pressure from my mum. I opened up to her and narrated my episodes with my friends in their house which resulted to the injuries on my body.

I told her i was scared of my friends and thats why i don’t want to let her know about it. I never wanted them to beat me and abandone me in the process; they have threatened i will cease being their friends if i ever tell anyone. I was scared because they were bigger than me too.

She didn’t utter Yizef Stories a word to me. She was just looking at me and touching my body. She was never tired of doing that. Silence became my newly found trade.

I was just a mere shadow of my former self and nothing seemed right to me that particular moment.

She waited for my dad to return and as soon he did, she took me straight to him and showed him the wounds on my body..

“who did this to you” he thundered

“won’t you say anything? If you are in danger, are we not suppose to protect you? he continued

i was trying to explain myself albeit stammering before he cut in..

“who are they? where are they? mention their names? did you hear me?, tell us their names now!

i started revealing and mentioning their names one after the other immediately. Everywhere was calm and seemed like a graveyard.

Dead silence had paid my family a courtesy visit that very moment. My mum held me very close to herself while my dad reeled and boiled in anger.

Immediately, my dad went with some police men and picked up those my friends. They took them to the police station and lodged a complaint.

from there, i was taking to the hospital for examinations. I was carefully observed and examined by the doctor. They removed some things from my body; i don’t really know what they removed. They stitched my wounds carefully and thoroughly.

the doctor was imagining the whole scenario because my wounds were so deep and severe.
He really wanted to know the people that molested me resulting to such deep wounds and cuts. I remained in the hospital for a while on close observations.

the doctor had advised my parents that due to my age, i needed more time in the hospital in order to be healed without disruptions. My parents agreed and so, i remained in the hospital.

to be continued..

A life story saturated with intrigues, controversies and life struggles.

written by: ©️Emeka Nwobu

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