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| One Wrong Turn A Story By Alex by Holuwaferanmi(m): 9:47am On Jun 04, 2016 |
this is my first post here ..please guys i need your support and comments thanks Part 1 My name is Ella. My story is not a strange one, many girls like me have lived the same life. And many more will, but I ll share this and hope someone will learn. I’m from a deeply religious family, my parents have been very strict in raising us. Growing up in the house of Mr and Mrs Imasuen was hard enough. My dad is a typical Benin man, strong, commanding and intelligent. He hardly tolerates any nuisance. He handled us with an iron fist. We had strict rules, and whoever disobeyed was severely punished. My parents are also very religious people. We are devout Catholics, no one in my house was permitted to miss a mass, even if you were sick, it better be ebola, else you must be in church. I was quite active too, i was an alter girl, I also joined the legion of marry. My life revolved around 3 places, school, home and church. I dare not step out of the house for a minute. I attended a girls school, so boys were off limits. Mom and dad took every little opportunity to remind me that as the last born and only girl, i was so precious to them. They wanted me to grow into a decent woman, who would make them proud. I was everyone’s pet. My elder brothers Osas and Ighalo were always there for me. Though 4 and 2 years older than me respectively, we were best friends. At 16, i was a shy, easy going princess. I had developed quite well for my age. I had a slim figure, at 5ft7, I had a fairly good height for a lady with gently curved hips. I had a fairly big and well rounded butt, which I always get teased about. My bosoms weren’t bad looking either, I had started using bra 3 years ago. My gentle dark eyeballs reflected my light African skin. I was a beauty to behold, and mum always reminded me of that. She had warmed me repeatedly never to go near boys, whom according to her were “wolves” waiting to plunder and destroy my future. Dad kept a tight leash on me. Every Friday he would drive me to church practice, and pick me up when I’m done. Other kids made fun of me for being a “daddy’s girl”. I protested and declared that i was old enough to find my way to the church. Hence dad agreed that Osas should take me instead. He gave us a stern warning ” you must never divert on your way to church!” Little did daddy know that Friday practice in church would be the beginning of my wrong turn. Friday came as usual, i got dressed for church practice. Osas and I strolled along to the church. This was the first time I’d be going to church practice without my father looking over my shoulder. Osas, although being a man servant who attends practice always, never went with my dad. He always came up with one excuse to leave earlier or later than us, or to drag behind long after dad picks me up. At 20 dad trusted him a little more than me. He was a student in uniben, so there was little dad could do to monitor him. We got to church about 20 minutes before practice time, and we parted ways. Osas went with his fellow man servants, while I eft with my friends Ruth and Hannah. Ruth and Hannah were the only close friends i have, we attend the same secondary school, and attend practice together. They were about my age too. Mum knows them very well, and had banned me from associating with them. Both of them were very popular in church and school, for entirely negative reasons. Ruth in particular always filled my ear with stories of her rich boyfriends, most of whom had either just returned from Malaysia or Italy. She had a lot of expensive stuff to showcase every week. She spends her weekends in highbrow hotels in Benin city. She once showed me pictures of herself in kada plaza, somewere in Benin city, with one of her Malaysian friends. I do not even know were kada plaza is in benin. Ruth knew how to have fun, she had an exciting life going for her. I’m often left to bemoan my own lonely little life, in the cell my parents had created. Hannah did not have the same freedom as Ruth, her parents were just like mine. But unlike me, Ruth knew how to get around her parents. I knew she had a boyfriend, a man servant. I guess i was the one always left out. I kept thinking about her boring my life was all through the practice. The day’s practice went by pretty fast, we were done and ready to leave. It was about 4:30 pm, so i was heading towards the gate hoping to meet Osas somewhere along the way. I was quite confused when I discovered that only a handfull of us were heading home. Others, including my friends were hanging around. Even Osas was nowhere in sight. So I turned around, and went back to the church compound, to search for him. I know dad would be furious if i returned late. On my way back, i sighted Ruth from afar, deeply involved in a conversation with a guy. His name is Ehis, he is alittle older than us. He was a tall, dark skinned handsome guy. I have seen him around a lot of times, he was a popular face. I stood far from them for a while, hoping that the conversation will end soon, and Ehis will leave. I don’t like being around him. There’s a certain way he makes me feel, i get nervous whenever he came around. He had this soft gentle and sweet nature, whenever i spoke to him. He doesn’t fail to remind me of how beautiful i was. He had his way with words. Most times, after practice i spend my entire night thinking about him. I was so deep in my thoughts that i did not notice Ehis walking towards me. “Hey” his sweet baritone voice jerked me back to reality. ” wow you are still around, how come? I immediately looked down, trying to gather words to reply. I knew what to say in my head, but the problem is that my head had been disconnected from my mouth. I only stuttered a few words, only God knew if he understood me. I had barely finished a sentence when I heard my name from nowhere. Osas and Ruth ran towards me, exchanged greetings with Ehis and informed me that we would be leaving much later. He said he had other things to attend to. I was almost furious, i knew dad would so mad at me. Ruth noticed my indignation, and quickly intercepted, “cant you see everyone is still around?Come on let’s have fun”. Before Ruth finished her sentence, Osas was already on his way out of sight. I resigned to wait. Ruth, Ehis and i walked towards the church hall. Ehis tried to grab hold of my hand, i quickly moved my hand away. He didn’t say anything…TO BE CONTINUED |
| Re: One Wrong Turn A Story By Alex by Misthoby: 3:12pm On Jun 04, 2016 |
Nice One |
| Re: One Wrong Turn A Story By Alex by Holuwaferanmi(m): 9:19pm On Jun 04, 2016 |
EPISODE 2 The three of us eventually walked to a secluded part of the church. It was a building under construction. It would serve as accomodation for the parish priest once it is completed. I have never been inside the building before, i only see it from a distance. It was quite neat inside, not as littered with nails and plank as i would have thought. The planks were neatly arranged on pieces of blocks to form a kind of bench, it was as if it was a regular meeting point. I sat down comfortably, on one of the make shift benches, Ehis sat beside me. And Ruth sat on a different bench, st the other end of the room. She immediately brought out her phone and started playing temple run. Ehis focused all his attention on me, he communicated in a way that made me feel more comfortable with him. That was the day i got to know that he too was a student at uniben. He told me a lot about himself, and was genuinely interested in me. He asked about my family, and why he has never seen me around after practice. I managed to find words to explain my parents attitude to him, and how much i missed going out. He understood how boring my life was. After much talking and encouraging me, Ehis told me i wasn’t the only one with strict parents. He assured me that his parents were once like that, but he found a way to cope. He told me he could help me handle my parents. There was a long pause in our conversation, all the while i was looking at the floor. Ehis moved alittle closer, held my hand with one hand, and began to speak in a gentle and captivating voice. “Ella, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever known, i think about you everyday, but i have never had the chance to tell you how i really feel about you” he pulled my chin, looked straight into my eyes, and whispered softly ” Ella, i love you” i felt as if my heart was going to burst, it was beating so fast. No one has ever told me that before. The whole world stoped before my very eyes. I couldn’t say anything, i didn’t even know what to say. I just know that i spend my night thinking about him too, he didn’t seem like the “wolf” my mum described. I was so lost in my own thoughts, i barely noticed when he brought his phone out, typed in something, and put it back in his pocket. I was still lost in my thoughts and fantasies when Ruth’s phone buzzed from the other side of the building. She sprang up from her sit, and told me she was going to ease herself. When she left, it suddenly don on me that Ehis and i where all alone in that uncompleted building. I became a little scared inside. Today would be a day that changed my whole world. To be continued... |
| Re: One Wrong Turn A Story By Alex by Holuwaferanmi(m): 9:22pm On Jun 04, 2016 |
Episode 3 We Just kept looking at each other’s eyes, for the first time, i looked at him without turning my face away. He had really innocent eyes, his gaze was pure and directed, he barely blinked. For once, i noticed his pink thin lips, they looked so lovely. A part of me wanted to suck on them. He wasnt staring at my eyes anymore, his gaze was directed towards my lips, and sometimes he would stare down my cleavage. His eyes made me flutter inside. I felt weak and vulnerable. He moved his hands to my cheeks, gently brushing them. Cold shivers ran down my spine. I felt sweet and guilty inside. He pulled me closer and brought his face closer to mine. I closed my eyes as our lips touched. I felt my heart going numb. His kiss was passionate and slow, tasting every inch of my lips. I was scared to death, but i knew I did not want this to end. . It was my first kiss, something I dream of every night. Suddenly, he pulled his lips away from mine, got up and started apologising profusely ” I’m sorry Ella, i didn’t mean to do that, i was just carried away, i didn’t mean it please. Don’t be offended”. i stood up, feeling a little disappointed. I didn’t want the kiss to end. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer to him and burried my lips inside his. I could tell he was a little startled, even my own boldness surprised me. He held my by the waist as I ate away at his lips. I felt his hand going down towards my butt, my anxiety increased, so did my desire. My heart began to race. He grabbed my butt and squeezed. I have never felt anything like this before. I began to moan lightly as I pressed my bosoms against his chest. Suddenly, someone shouted from the window, ” children of Satan! I have caught you today”. We both turned around, and behold it was the catechist. He started walking menacingly towards us. I hid behind Ehis, and buried my head in his back. I was deeply ashamed. Reality had struck me. The catechist is a friend of our family, he and my dad were in the harvest commitee. He has always praised my dad for having well behaved children. I knew i was in big trouble, there was no way i was going to get out of this, at least not without some lashes from my father. The catechist tryed to snatch me away from Ehis’s back, but we kept turning him in circles. He grew angry, and slapped Ehis. Ehis stood motionless, holding his face in his palm, as the catechist snatched me from behind him. ” you prostitute, ashawo, so this is your mission in church abi?” He lifted his hands, and aimed a slap at my face. I shut my eyes tightly, anticipating the sting from the slap. It never came. After a few seconds, i slowly opened my eyes, and looked up. Ehis had intercepted the slap, he held the catechist’s hand in the air as they struggled. Ruth hurriedly walked into the building, she was shell shocked when she saw Ehis and the catechist. I could see the disbelief in her eyes as she held her mouth in her palm. She beckoned on me to follow her, and bolted away. As i took the first step towards my escape, the catechist shouted “will you stop there” i froze. He let go of Ehis, and grabbed hold of my hand. “I ll take you to your father personally, he must know that you are now a prostitute” he taunted. At this point, tears began to roll down my cheeks, i fell on my knees pleading and sobbing, promising never to repeat this mistake. Ehis joined the begging but all to no avail. He dragged me out of the building, all the way to his motocycle, order me to climb on, and zoomed off, to my father’s house. I was shedding tears all the way, i know my father will be at home at this time. How bad can this get? I kept wondering as tears flowed freely.My house was a 5 minute drive from the church, We arrived in no time. The catechist jumped off the bike, with like a professional high jumper. The look on his face was one of excitement rather than anger, i couldn’t understand why. He banged repeatedly on the gate with so much vigor, as if he was trying to drive a nail through it with his bare palm. “Yes? Coming” , an obviously irritated voice replied from the compound. The gate flew open, and i was surprise to see Osas. How did he get home before me? I wondered. He too was bewildered to see me soaked in tears, with the catechist maintaining a firm grip on my hand, as if I was a criminal. “Goodevening sir” he muttered. “is your father at home?” The catechist queried….. yes but…… He interupted before Osas could finish the statement. He pushed him out of the way, and dragged me along, i was already sobbing uncontrollably. Osas locked the gate quickly, and ran after us. The sitting room door flew open, there was my father. He was lying on the sofa with a copy of the “awake” magazine covering his face. His glasses Hung on his nose. He was so engrossed to notice who just entered the sitting room. ” Epa dormon” the catechist greeted in Benin language. My father recognized the voice, and quickly sat up on the sofa. He turned around, and immediately saw me cringing behind the catechist, sobbing loudly. He sprang up from his seat, and rushed towards me. “Ella, are you ok? Where have you been, what happened to you?. The catechist jumped in. “Epa, you won’t believe were i saw your daughter just now. This small girl is now a prostitute” my father was startled, a look of confusion enveloped his face. ” what is he talking about?” He quized, directing a stern gaze at me. The catechist continued. ” you know that house we are building for reverend father, the one at the other end of our compound. I have been going there to inspect the place for more than one month now, each time i go there every Saturday morning, i always pick up condom sachets, and even used condoms. So today i said i must go and see what is hapening there every Friday. Epa as i got there, behold! i saw your daughter, with that useless boy, eh eh Ehiagwina’s son. He was enjoying himself ontop of your daughter. Chai, see the way your daughter was shouting like a female dog. Even when i wanted to correct them, the boy started fighting me”……… “Enough!” Thundered my father. He turned towards me with blood shut eyes, “Ella, so you have decided to disgrace me? After all my discipline?”…… No daddy i did not…. A slap landed on my cheeks before i could finish. I had barely recovered from the shock of the slap, before my father took off his slippers and began to give me the beating of my life. I tryed to run away, but daddy grabbed hold of me, threw me to the floor and kicked me. ” you want to bring shame to my name? You want to make me a laughing stock? So this is why you wanted to go to practice alone eh? So that you can sleep with that . You refused to come home with your brother. I will kill you before you disgrace me. Foolish “. I was on the floor, writhing and screaming in pain. My immediate elder brother Ighalo rushed out from his room. My agonizing screams must have alerted him. He rushed straight at me on the floor, and shielded me from my father’s wrath and slippers. “Ighalo get out of my sight, let me kill this prostitute” dad roared. “No, daddy, It’s enough, she is the only sister i have, maybe you should kill two of us.” Ighalo fired back. Dad struck him in the head with the slippers, before putting it back on. “your mother will continue from where i stoped when she returns from work” he said, As he made his way towards his room. Ighalo helped me up to my feet, the catechist and Osas were nowhere in sight. as he carried me off to my bedroom. I laid motionless on my bed, staring at the ceiling with tears falling freely from my eyes. my whole body ached. A lot of thoughts rushed through my mind. I was guilty, but the catechist exaggerated the story. Daddy did not even listen to me. He now thinks i am a LovePeddler. Well maybe mummy will listen to me, she will understand that i am not a bad girl….so I thought, but little did I know that another surprise awaited me! To be continued. |
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