Forbidden Love Episode 8, 9 & 10

Still in shock, laying down on the bed and staring into space, uncle Sam said,”Meso, stand up now and go and clean yourself or do you want me to wash up for you?”
I didn’t say a word, I only stood up, picked up my clothes and went straight into his bathroom to clean up. When I got in, I stood right under the shower and let the water pour down on me. I didn’t even move for a while or realize when tears started running down from my eyes. I felt very unclean. I felt like a wasted good. I didn’t know much about sex or virginity but I knew that as a Christian, everything that happened was all wrong. I wasn’t supposed to have sex at this age, let alone with my uncle. I was supposed to wait for the right time. “Keep yourself for your husband,” my mum had said to me one time. My mind couldn’t stop processing a lot of things at once. What just happened? What will I do? Who will I run to? I kept asking myself those questions while crying. When I was done having my bath, I stepped out of the shower, dried myself up and put on my clothes uncle Sam had almost torn while trying to get me naked. I was in so much pain I couldn’t even walk well. Apart from the fact that I had just been raped, I had body pains from his tight grip and weight that rested on me while he raped me. I got out of the bathroom, looking around to see if he was somewhere in the room but he wasn’t. He had also changed the bedsheets and arranged the room leaving it looking as innocent as it is a lie. On my way to my room for the night, I stopped by the sitting room to check for uncle Sam or Esther. I sighted Esther still engrossed in the cartoon she was watching and uncle Sam busy with his phone. I didn’t want them to notice my presence so I walked quietly to the room. I guess that didn’t work because immediately after I shut the door, I heard footsteps coming from the sitting room and I was so sure it was uncle Sam. I ignored it anyway and got in bed to continue sulking when I saw the door open and uncle Sam walked in, shutting the door behind him.
“Meso!!! Meso!!!” he said as he walked to the side of the bed where I laid and went on his knees.
I didn’t want to see him and so I turned the other way, my back facing him.
“Meso, I know you’re angry with me and I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to call my action. I’m very sorry Meso. It’s just because I love you. I can’t stay away from you too long. I needed you at that moment, if not, I don’t know what would have happened to me. Meso, please forgive me, I know I shouldn’t have forced you but I don’t know what came over me. I love you, baby. I really do. You know you’re the only one that has my heart. Please! Meso forgive me. Please let’s keep it a secret. Let it just be between us. I know you love me too,” uncle Sam said.
I just couldn’t face him after what had happened because I was scared of him. I wanted to recover and possibly just wake up from a dream like the one I had of him the other time. If only I knew that the dream was trying to tell me something, I wouldn’t have pushed it aside. The funny thing was even with what uncle Sam did to me, there was no hatred in my heart for him. I didn’t even dislike him which was strange but I was definitely scared.
Uncle Sam’s pov
I knew Meso would be so scared of me. I knew she wouldn’t want to look me in the eyes again but I needed her forgiveness. I really loved Meso and I didn’t want the relationship we had to destroy because of my action. Her back still facing me, I kept on begging her hoping she would just turn to face me even if it was just for a minute. I actually felt really bad for doing what I did but I couldn’t take it back. I don’t know why Meso had just been all up in my head for a while now. I mean I had had affairs with other women that were more mature, wife material and all of those package as they call it but something kept on pulling me closer to Meso. Trust me, I knew it was all wrong but I couldn’t figure out what was happening to me.
“Uncle, why me?” Meso said as she finally turned to face me, still not looking into my eyes.
“Meso, like I said, I don’t know what came over me but I really love you. I’m sure you know that. Please, Meso, forgive me,” I replied hoping she would say something else but she just turned her back on me without saying a word. I sighed, standing up and said, “Thank you” before leaving the room. I had a feeling Meso had forgiven me but I still felt bad.
The next day, I had to take Meso and Esther back home before noon and so I got them ready by ten o’clock in the morning and drove them home. Meso wasn’t still in a bright mood but I didn’t want to push it so I didn’t say a word to her while we were in the car. We just drove off in silence. When we got to the house, I greeted my brother and his wife before saying my goodbye. Before I left, I glanced at Meso one last time who also glanced at me before I got into my car and drove off.
Meso’s pov
Later that day, my mum took me to the market to buy the remaining items I needed as a boarder. I didn’t even say a word about what happened between me and uncle Sam. I just kept looking and acting like a dummy because my expression only showed forth sadness. I was able to walk better than I could before from all the pain, so I managed to endure and pretend like I was okay in front of my mum. She noticed I was sad but she only thought it was because I was going to the boarding house and so she consoled me for the wrong reason. I tried my best to cheer up and forget it. I didn’t know why I couldn’t tell because uncle Sam didn’t  even threaten me or something, he only begged. It hurt me that I wasn’t even angry with him. Usually, when I hear of other people’s rape incident or movies on rape incidents, I see how bitter and angry the victims are. They spit and throw curses on their abusers but I wasn’t in that state. I couldn’t understand my situation. I could only feel hurt in silence.
The next day, after church, I took my meal and slept for about an hour before I was being woken up by Esther who said I was being called by our parents. My parents called me into the sitting room, sat me down and gave me lectures on you know what. They told me to always be focused, be prayerful, face my studies and all of that in which I paid attention. They even concluded that they knew I was sad about leaving for the hostel but It was for the best and all of that. I just kept on nodding and a few minutes later, we were done talking. After about an hour more, I packed my luggage into the trunk of the car and we drove straight to the hostel with my parents seated at the front and my sister, beside me in the car. I took it upon myself to forget about all that happened between me and uncle Sam since it had already occured and vowed to keep it a Secret
Episode 9
As long as I had waited for this day and as happy as I should have been, I was still very sad about what happened between me and uncle Sam. I couldn’t just smile at the tall building that was standing in front of me with ‘Girls hostel’ written on it. I wanted to be happy that I was finally going to experience the life as a boarder but I just couldn’t take my mind off everything. I put on a fake smile as my dad helped me with my suitcases. My mother who carried her bag and just my pillow in her hands was smiling warmly at me. I guess she still thought I was sad about leaving home. My sister on the other hand really looked sad that I was leaving. She took my buckets out of the trunk and went to stand beside my mum, not saying a single word. I felt really bad that I was leaving her but it had been the decision of our parents to make me boarder. I couldn’t even console her. I was just too weak to be in any other mood. We walked into the gates after greeting the security guards who stood there. They even helped with some of my items which made it easier for us while one of the security guards directed us to where we were supposed to get checked in. We walked about five minutes until we came to a point where five women were seated at a table under a canopy. They looked like the ‘house mothers’ like I usually hear the boarders call them. They looked a little old except two who looked like they were in their early thirties. They smiled at us as we approached them. My dad and mum who had been smiling all the way from home greeted them and exchanged words before I was asked to open my suitcases for search. They said it was a normal thing since provisions and some other things weren’t allowed, they needed to make sure there was no contraband brought to the hostel.
“Did you label your items with your name written on them?” one of the house mothers asked.
I nodded my head and muttered a “yes ma” while I and my dad were asked to sign some papers. After I was being checked in, they told me to say my goodbyes as my family weren’t allowed further at that point. After holding everything in, the tears that had built up since began to drop and I cried as I hugged them. I didn’t just cry because I was going to miss them. I cried because all of a sudden I became scared. While clinging to them, one of the house mothers called me a baby and asked to take my things to room seven on the second floor. I waved my family goodbye as I watch them leave the premises. I carried the lightest items and hoped that I would find someone to help me with the rest and just when I was thinking about it, one of the young house mothers decided to help with some of my belongings. She just kept smiling at me which made me feel a little better. On getting to room seven on the second floor, I heard one of my friends, Annabelle talking loudly. As I opened the door of room seven, I saw some of my mates seated at a corner in the room, just talking. By the time they looked up, they all shouted “Meso!!! Meso!!!” as they ran towards me. Smiling, I hugged them one after the other. They collected my belongings from the house mother who had helped me carry some of them and they all followed me to get the rest. I don’t know what happened but all of a sudden, my sadness dissolved and I was filled with joy.
After about two hours, I was done unpacking. My friends had helped me with most of the unpacking. They arranged my clothes into the closet, they arranged my bed and helped me with a few other things. Not long after, I heard the bell ring and asked Annabelle the reason for the bell.
 “It’s time for dinner,” Anabelle said. She hadn’t stopped smiling ever since I arrived.
“I’m so happy you’re here” She had said earlier.
I said, “okay” and followed them as we all left the room to the dining hall which was a two minutes walk from the girls hostel. We all got into the hall and went to take our seats. The hall was a big one indeed, the hostel boys and girls shared it and so it was flooded with a lot of students. I looked around while seated on my chair amazed at the plenty students that came in. From the senior boys and girls to the junior boys and girls, all in our house wear. The junior girls had a long ugly looking gown while the senior girls had a different type of gown but much more good looking. Same as the boys with the juniors in shorts and seniors in trousers. You could tell the difference from the way they dressed and also the way they behaved. You could see the junior boys like the ones in my set, Ayo and co, running around and playing in their short bodies while the senior boys strolled in coolly with their hands in their pockets. I noticed senior Daniel among the midst of some of the other senior boys laughing and chatting but I looked away not wanting him to notice me yet.
“Everyone settle down and keep quiet,” I heard the senior prefect boy shout and immediately the hall was as quiet as a graveyard. “Shall we pray,” he said again and everyone stood up with their heads bowed and eyes closed.
The next thing I heard was “For the food we are about to eat, we thank you oh lord” echoing all over the hall before they took their seats again. They began to call row by row to line up for their food. While I and my friends were still waiting to be called on, we kept on chatting until I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked at who had tapped me and saw a junior boy holding a plate of meat in his hands.
“Senior Daniel said I should give you this,” looking at him confused, I told him I didn’t want it. I mean how did he even know I was around. I didn’t even tell him I was going to be a boarder. I guessed he had seen me too. The boy refused to return it and said senior Daniel had said not to go back without handing the plate of meat to me. I sighed and collected the plate from his hands before he dashed out of sight.
“If you don’t want it, give me oo. You people will just be forming for school father again,” Funke who had probably been eyeing the meat said.
I just laughed and handed her the plate of meat before our row was called to get our food. After dinner, the same junior boy who had brought the plate of meat earlier came walking towards me.
“Senior Daniel said he wants to see you now,” he said. “He is beside the palm tree just outside the dining hall”
I nodded at his message and went immediately to see him. I already waved my friends bye and told them I would see them in the hostel. On getting to the place the junior boy had described, I saw senior Daniel leaning coolly on the palm tree.
“Hey! my baby,” he said when he saw me.
I smiled and greeted him with a ‘good evening’.
“You know, you can just say ‘hey dad’ or ‘hello dad’ or ‘hey Daniel’ you don’t have to be so formal. I’m not the house master. Anyway, how are you?
“I’m fine,” I replied.
“You know I’m angry with you,” he said again.
Smiling I said, “Did I do something wrong?”
“Your number one offence is you were coming to the hostel as a boarder and you didn’t even tell me. Two, you rejected my meat, you think I didn’t see you ehn and three you can’t even hug your school father. Chai!! My life”
“No now, it’s not…” before I could complete my statement he completed it for me.
“like that. I know oo. It’s not always like that.” he said and opened his arms gesturing me to hug him in which I did.
“I’m just teasing you but I’m still angry oo” he said but before we could talk further, I heard and saw someone call his name while walking up to us.
“Daniel, the senior prefect boy is calling you” the other senior boy said.
I’m guessing it was his friend because I used to see them hanging around together. Senior  Daniel who heard this told me to go back to my hostel, that he would see me later and immediately he followed the other boy as they walked towards the boys hostel. I guessed he couldn’t say no to the senior prefect since he was still a class below him so he had to leave.
Episode 10
On my way to the hostel, I met two senior girls who were also walking to the hostel a stone throw away from me.
“Junior babe! Junior babe!” one of them called out.
I looked at them to see who they were calling and realized it was me so I walked up to them and greeted them. When I did, they laughed and insisted I say hi or hello. I didn’t know why the seniors had a big deal with good afternoon or good evening. I guess to them it was their way of acting posh like Anabelle once said. They asked if I was new in the hostel and I told them I had just arrived that afternoon. They also said they had seen me with senior Daniel and asked if I knew him and all. I told them that he was my school father and their face seemed to brighten up when I mentioned it.
“So he is your school father. What’s your name?” one of them said.
“Meso,” I replied.
“Okay Meso, my name is Onome and this is Joy,” the same senior girl said as she pointed at the other girl.
“Okay senior Onome and senior Joy,” I replied.
“No! No! No! You don’t need to call me senior. Just call me by my name, Onome. From now on, I will take care of you as my school daughter. If you need anything, food, money, advice. Just meet me okay? My room is room seventeen. So you know where to find me now. Okay?” senior Onome said.
“Yes senior…I mean Onome.”
“Good, now you can go to the hostel, freshen up and prepare for lights out. The senior prefect girl will be ringing the bell for that soon”
“Hmmn Onome, the school mother. You know we also observe lights out too, we better start going to. I don’t want senior Ada to start her madness this night.” I heard senior Joy, the other senior girl say while I was walking away from them.
When I got to the hostel, I noticed that most of my mates were in their towels, some already in their night gowns. I guessed they were all preparing for lights out. I asked Anabelle what time they observed lights out and she told me the prefects were to ring the bell by 10:00pm every night. I asked if there would be prep time (an hour of the day where all students are supposed to stay together and study without any form of noise) before then and she said there wouldn’t be because it was the first week of school so I also took a shower before changing into my nighties.
An hour later, the bell was rung for lights out. Demilade, one of my roommates stood up from her bed and went to put out the lights while every other person cuddled up in their beds. A few minutes later, a senior came into the room and when she saw that everyone was on their beds, she left the room, closing the door behind her.
The next day, very early in the morning, I heard the bell ring for some time and immediately all my mates who were sleeping stood up from their beds, rushing out and yelling, “I’m after you! I’m after you!”. As confused as I was, I decided to ask Anabelle why they were yelling.
“You know we take turns to have our bath and the lines for each of the bathroom are usually long. That’s why we keep spaces oo because sometimes some seniors even come to bounce us so that they’ll have their bath first,” Anabelle said.
That was when I understood the reason for the yelling. I asked Anabelle if she had found space to take her bath and she said she already kept spaces for both of us. I thanked her and hugged her dearly. Meanwhile, I decided to get my uniform and shoes ready. While doing so, I remembered the very day my uncle took advantage of me and tears began to roll down. I didn’t want anyone in the room to see my tears so I tried hiding my face.
Anabelle who left the room a few minutes ago came inside again. She walked up straight to me and I tried to wipe my tears as quickly as I could but Anabelle caught up with me. She looked at my eyes and saw that I had been crying. She said she was going to tell me to go and have my bath as I was after the person that was in the bathroom at the moment but she met me crying instead. She asked why I had been crying and I remember saying I was missing home. I didn’t want to tell anyone about uncle Sam and I. I was too embarrassed and I didn’t want people to think uncle Sam was a bad person. How stupid I was. Anabelle consoled me and tried to make me laugh. She told me it was normal to miss home and I shouldn’t be crying because I just got to the hostel the day before. She said it would be okay and even though deep down I wasn’t okay and didn’t think it would be, I nodded at her statement. I wasn’t okay for a reason completely different from what she thought but I told her I was fine and thanked her.
Anabelle had always been like a young mother even from primary school. We had been very close, sometimes people mistook us as siblings because we did almost everything together. I told her almost all my secrets but this was one secret I didn’t think I had the guts to spill.
Later that morning, the bell was rung for a morning devotion which was conducted by the chapel prefect boy and girl, and after we had our breakfast. Throughout that day, I tried as much as possible to forget everything that was in the past, but I guess as much as I tried to forget, the sicker I got. I just wasn’t feeling fine.
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