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That night, you had just arrived from the city. A hero, you displayed to all villagers. You were praised. Your name was on the lips of everyone; from the smallest to the greatest.

Why?

You had bribed them all. You bought their hearts with petty things which the villagers valued more than anything else. You even promised to do more when visiting next time.

These made them hail you. Your name. This made them sing your praises.

You didn't stop right there: the church became your next target after you had outdone yourself at the marketplace.

Dressed with a well tailored, ironed black suit, a white bow tie and a white shoe to match, you grappled your car keys from your desk and moved right to where your Volkswagen model car was parked.

Eventually, you arrived at the local cathedral. You alighted from your car and the sight of the people made you scrunched your nose in utter disgust.

They- the villagers, despite dressed in their best attires, still looked scruffy, unkempt and malnourished.

" What the hell?" you muttered and hit the door of your latest car in annoyance. Indeed, the sight made you want to puke somewhere.

The church cathedral was full to the brim. You located an unoccupied pew at the extreme and sat upon it.

The priest or Father, after seeing that the Black Englishman from the city had arrived and was seated at the last pew, he took it upon himself to call you out.

He- the Father, sent some members that sat at the first roll to move back and locate a seat for themselves while you were led by thousands of ushers to the front seat.

He said: " Mr Aka, our only Englishman from the city is here! You all should stand up and welcome this mighty man of valor. The one who does not hold back his hand...

That was when the praises began. You, in your fullness and powerful aura that surrounded you, kept on nodding your head and beaming in foolishness.

He continued: " The one who spends like there is no other day. The one who is highly lifted and esteemed by God. The one who...

You stood from your seat! You unzipped the briefcase and glittery, clean, new bundles of notes were seen.

The choir sang more. The priest didn't stop what he was doing even though he had repeated same words, many times.

The congregation were no longer singing for God but for the money. The bundles notes gave them, bundles of joy.

Everyone hurried to the front roll in order to partake of the "blue moon blessings" that had appeared before them that day.

Some ladies made sure their cleavages were revealed in provoking manner. They sucked their lower lips and winked at you as you walked to the altar.

The priest left the microphone for you even before you asked for it.

To be continued...

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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.

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The young man who impregnated me had denied it.

I could recall my escapades with Tomilola who was one of the senior students in my school.

He was rather the head boy, to be precise.

It all started the day I decided to stay back in school due to the numerous assignments that were alloted to us.

I had almost finished mine when he sauntered into the classroom devoid of students.

With a feeling of nervousness, I greeted him warmly of which he replied jovially.

We spent hours together talking on random things and cackling on several occasions before we came to know the time.

As we parted ways, we exchanged phone numbers and that was how it all began.

My classroom transformed into our meeting spot.

It was a place where we met daily and sat on the benches and desks laughing hearty revealing our perfect white teeth after every other person must have left.

"You are beautiful, Funmi. " he spoke an endearment.

That wasn't the first time Tomilola flattered me with his sweet words, yet, it sounded special.

It made me feel special, loved and wanted. I tittered at his flattery.

He drew nigh to me and stood before me, snaking his hands to my waist.

I giggled and placed my hands on his broad chest. His breathing became even and pulled my face closer to him.

"You're so beautiful, Funmi. I have always loved you. " He adored.

One thing led to another, he deflowered me on the spot. On the desk. In my classroom. That evening.

The odor of blood jarred me from the love spell. I touched the back of my uniform, I felt blood.

"You… disvirgined me? Tomilola, why didn't you tell me to stop. You just went ahead to do it. " I vituperated.

He sniggered like I said a funny word. " Well, you also enjoyed it. How would I have stopped when you were grabbing my hair and screaming my name. "

That day, I cried home. I bent my head in shame.

"Boys are wolves. They are after your panties. " my folks would warn.

For the next days, I became gloomy. I hardly paid attentive ears to whatever the teachers explained.

I tried all means to communicate with Tomilola, but, he seemed to have varnished into thin air.

He simply cut all ties with me.

"Don't ever call me. " He would say.

After a few days, I realized that I had missed my period for that month. I waited. My body weight increased. I would feel dizzy easily and fatigued.

I rushed out of my bedroom on a Saturday morning with great speed.

I vomited all I had eaten the previous night by the side of the kitchen and Mother appeared.

"You are vomiting this early morning when the cock hasn't crow twice. Hope I'm not right? " She inspected my hands, and eyes and landed a resounding slap on my cheeks.

My cheeks turned red like smashed tomatoes.

"Who is responsible? You better say the truth! " She puffed.

The slap I had received from her made me see stars. Many stars.

"Mummy, I… I… " I stammered.

"If you don't start talking, I will kill you with my bare hands. " She threatened.

Father stood by the door and watched.

"It's senior Tomilola. " I whispered.

"Oh, it's a senior even. I'll kill you before disgracing you on Monday."

I yelled in pains as Father's belt touched my skin. I had bruises and marks painted on my body.

I was grounded. I called Tomilola and narrated my pregnancy to him through phone calls but he denied it.

We arrived at my school on Monday and I was shoved hardly into the principal's office.

I would never forget the look on his face when I explained all.

"I'm ashamed of you, Funmi. Tomilola did this?I'll send for him. "

Tomilola walked into the office and stood before everyone.

He screamed the moment he saw my parents.

"Father, what are you doing here? You abandoned us after so many years. "

My parents lowered their heads in sorrow.

"Your father had him from another woman before he married me. I knew about that when you were five. " Mother cried.

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quote author=blenndan8 post=122895213]Last week, my daughter was shot by some unknown gunmen.

Efua was the only daughter I had with my husband, Joshua.

We have always had this maid, Adesua. She was a hardworking, sedulous, and beautiful young lady.

But over the years, as my daughter began to grow, I began to notice some
ungraspable changes in the maid.

She began to have sexual affair with my husband. Many times, I had caught her red‐handed in my husband's bedroom.

As soon as I would enter the room, she would dash out.

Her breath would change, or cease whenever she was with my husband and I. She would take sneaky glances at him.

She would get anxious and would almost choke, at any moment I caught her.

When I gathered all these bits together, I knew that I had to take action.

I approached her many times, but she denied having any affair with my husband.

"Are you sleeping with my husband? Tell me the truth, Adesua! "

Her countenance changed from fear,anxiety and regret.

"No… ma. I swear! " her voice shook.

But I wasn't satisfied. I even banned her from entering into his bedroom, but that didn't stop them from seeing each other.

I became frustrated because I was a busy working class woman. I couldn't keep my eyes on them, always.

I decided to waste her. To kill her.

I called some gunmen, instructed them on what to do, and how to get her in the house when she was alone.

The men followed my instruction and carried out their mission.

I had already designed how I would bury her, secretly, without any trace.

As soon as I closed, I reached home to meet a quiet home. I strode over to the rooms, searching earnestly for her dead body.

But as I opened Joshua's room, I saw Joshua and my daughter, dead on the bed.

I was confused, shocked. My brain stopped working for some minutes.

By the door was Adesua with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Madam, I wanted to tell you that Oga was molesting her. He threatened to kill me if I tell you or anybody. He made it looked as if we were together. I was at the yard when the men entered. "

© Blenn Dan[/quote]

Last week, my daughter was shot by some unknown gunmen.

Efua was the only daughter I had with my husband, Joshua.

We have always had this maid, Adesua. She was a hardworking, sedulous, and beautiful young lady.

But over the years, as my daughter began to grow, I began to notice some
ungraspable changes in the maid.

She began to have sexual affair with my husband. Many times, I had caught her red‐handed in my husband's bedroom.

As soon as I would enter the room, she would dash out.

Her breath would change, or cease whenever she was with my husband and I. She would take sneaky glances at him.

She would get anxious and would almost choke, at any moment I caught her.

When I gathered all these bits together, I knew that I had to take action.

I approached her many times, but she denied having any affair with my husband.

"Are you sleeping with my husband? Tell me the truth, Adesua! "

Her countenance changed from fear,anxiety and regret.

"No… ma. I swear! " her voice shook.

But I wasn't satisfied. I even banned her from entering into his bedroom, but that didn't stop them from seeing each other.

I became frustrated because I was a busy working class woman. I couldn't keep my eyes on them, always.

I decided to waste her. To kill her.

I called some gunmen, instructed them on what to do, and how to get her in the house when she was alone.

The men followed my instruction and carried out their mission.

I had already designed how I would bury her, secretly, without any trace.

As soon as I closed, I reached home to meet a quiet home. I strode over to the rooms, searching earnestly for her dead body.

But as I opened Joshua's room, I saw Joshua and my daughter, dead on the bed.

I was confused, shocked. My brain stopped working for some minutes.

By the door was Adesua with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Madam, I wanted to tell you that Oga was molesting her. He threatened to kill me if I tell you or anybody. He made it looked as if we were together. I was at the yard when the men entered. "

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The missing children cases in our community was alarming.

My husband and I just packed into the vicinity when we began to hear stories about missing children.

That day, we were sleeping when one of our neighbours raised an alarm.

She shouted, screamed, rolled on the ground as she narrated how she couldn't find her only son.

We all looked at her in amazement and helplessly.

She had thought her son was in the room with her, only to find that he wasn't in sight.

This was the woman who received us coldly the day we packed into the house.

But we ignored it.

Her son's body was never found.

We began to suspect the landlord because he was usually the last person to stay back at nights.

Then, again, a young girl who lived two houses from us was confirmed to be missing.

The girl was actually playing with her friends when she thought she heard someone called her name.

So, she followed the man and that was how she went missing. It was her friends that narrated this to the hearers.

"Can you recognize the man? "I asked.

The girls shook their heads negatively. "No, he was far. "

I began to get scared and worried because I didn't want my unborn child to get kidnapped, too.

I tried to convince my husband, Kelvin to make us relocate, but he refused vehemently.

"No, we can't pack. We just moved in. God will help and save us from any impending evil. "he prayed.

Though I wasn't still comfortable, yet, there was nothing to be done but to watch.

That night, I was cooking a delicious food when I heard disturbing noises.

"He is the kidnapper! He took Amanda away. I know him. "a girl said firmly.

When I reached there, I looked at the kidnapper. It was my husband.

His clothes had been torn into pieces and had been beaten.

As soon as they saw me, they grunted.

I looked at my husband who wasn't really my husband, and smiled.

He didn't listen to me when I suggested we leave because I heard our landlord saying we were suspects.

We were kidnappers, not couple.

We used the kids to make money for ourselves. We sold them out.

He didn't listen, now he was to face the punishment alone.

Since he refused to confess his deeds, they burnt him up into ashes.

He tried to tell them I was also guilty, but they hissed and poured more fuel on him.

They wouldn't have believed him if he had told them everything, because to them, I was just his innocent pregnant wife.

The pregnancy wasn't real.

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