Here is my confession.

On that fateful day, a tall black man had come to pick me from the village.

The man? He is my uncle: from the maternal side.

He did it voluntarily; no one had begged him to bring me out of my wretched laughable life. We were the poorest of the poor.

Even the poor mocked us, rejoiced and having the satisfied feeling that they were far better than us.

Nonetheless, these attacks didn't stop us from living our normal life which revolves in suffering, begging and being under the mercy of others.

Then, my uncle, Mr Frank, came. He appeared like a savior willing to wipe away our tears which was by taking me from our village.

He lived in the city with his family; his wife, two daughters.

According to him, he would treat like the son he never had and make my future brighter. My parents said not a word and believed all he spoke.

In the city, the first few days were blissful until I started to notice my uncle's wife constant stares.

At that time, I was barely thirteen and so, I couldn't tell the emotions behind those large eyes that were always on me.

" David, come here." She shouted across the living room. I rushed out as one in a competitive relay race.

There, she was seated in the diguise of reading a novella- Chika and the river.

" Ma. You called my name." I replied in a humble manner. Since the time I came to the city, I had tried to understand my uncle's wife's character but it was unfathomable.

" Pass me the remote control." She requested. I obliged.

"You are a big boy oo." She started and moved her leg up like she was to give it a massage.

" Come and massage my legs for me." she pulled the two legs and laid them on my feet like some fallen apples. It was only a foot massage so I thought that nothing had gone wrong.

" I knew you from cradle. You were such a loving boy.You would cry all night and disturbing us while we fell asleep. You are now huge and hefty. How old are you again?"

" Thirteen. I'm thirteen, ma." I continued with the leg massage.

" Thirteen... Hm. You are still a little boy. I will wait till you are fifteen."

Two years came, I turned fifteen. Can you guess where I spent my birthday?

In my uncle's bed. With his wife. Rolling, sucking her large nipples and thrusting into her. Harder and harder.

She, Mrs Angela, had made me watched porn videos for two years in preparation for that day. My uncle knew nothing.

" Harder! Harder! David, harder!" she screamed while it was the two of us at home.

Soon enough, we became sex partners and addicts. A day wouldn't go by without us doing what was meant for couples.

We had sex. Raw sex with no birth control pills from her or condo.m from me. For a whole year, we did this until she became pregnant.

" David, I'm pregnant. With your child." she divulged.

I tried to squelch my laughter. " Really? My kid? Interesting!"

" I am being serious here. You will soon become a father."

" While married to your husband. Is that what you are asking for? To bring an everlasting reproach to your family?" It was laughable.

" Shut up! Plan something! You are a man!" she vituperated.

I exploded. " You made me become who I am today! Don't push the blame to me! I was an innocent young boy but you made me become a devil!"

The door knob twisted, my uncle walked in. He stared at the two of us.

" What is happening here?" he asked in suspicion.

His wife moved to hold his hands, instantly like she was in danger.

" This nephew of yours tried to rape me!" she accused harshly.

My uncle switched into another man. No words can describe how furious he was. He punched my face till I was numb. He kicked me till my feet grew weak and almost paralyzed.

He hit me till I felt my spirit out of my body but it returned. He twisted my neck and head till I decided it was time to say my final prayers of God's forgiveness.

" You ungrateful anima.l! Alas! This is how you chose you repay me! My good deeds!"

" I... She..." Even my voice betrayed me.

" Shut the Bleep up! Get lost! Get out of this house tonight!"

" Oh no, Honey! It is too late. What do you others to think? Let him be. For now. Till he is able to take full responsibility for his actions. Let him pay." She carefully interceded.

My Uncle agreed but promised to kill me when next I tried it.

Well, I was sure Mrs Angela, being the kind of woman was, she must have tried to sleep with uncle as a cover up. But Uncle was too tried that night and the following nights.

She resorted to aborting the baby. I refused.

" Do not kill my child. I may not be able to take good care of him but killing him is a bit too far."

" What do you think we should do? I cannot keep it. Your Uncle has refused to sleep with me for weeks now. I don't understand why." her voice shook terribly.

I couldn't say if she was regretting her actions or not.

" If you kill the child, I will be mad at you. Come plain with him."

She rose up and her hands landed on my bony cheek. " Are you ma.d? What are you saying?"

" Tell him the child is mine and not his. Tell him."

Mrs Angela did otherwise. She aborted the child. My child and hid it from me but I found out.

Afraid that I would leak our secrets, she tried to assassinate me. I was returning from the shop at night when I felt two men at my back.

That night could have been my last on earth but I survived. All thanks to a moving vehicle and the driver who rescued me.

" Did you send assassins to kill me? Say the truth!" I fumed when I reached home.

" What are you talking about? Assassins?"

I knew she did. She turned from lover to enemy. Arch enemy. She made my life a living hell and became a thorn in my flesh that I would do anything and everything to eliminate.

To have my revenge, I started with the first daughter. Just the same way the mother had done to me, I began mine.

" I'm pregnant, David." the young girl, Ana, of fourteen years had told me.

" Really? Interesting!"

After we all had eaten that night, I sneaked out of my bedroom to hers, Mrs Angela who was yelling in anguish. My Uncle was long dead like wood.

" Please save me, David. I'm sorry. It was my husband who tried to kill you many times when Hannah disclosed our secret relationship to him."

I smiled in response." I know. That was why I poisoned everyone of you."

For Mrs Angela and her husband, poison that kills quickly. An overdose.

For Ana, an abortion pill added to the poison sprayed on her food.

For Hannah, I will kill her with my bare hands.

I have done just that. Don't look for me. I am hidden. I am no devil. Fate made me seem so.

Here is my confession.

Blenn Dan




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