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The Love Peddler




Kween Sheba



© 2022 The work is a fiction. All the names do not refer to real people or places.

Cover artwork: Courtesy Dreamstime


Rita grew up in a dysfunctional home. Her mother separated from her father and things remained uneasy. The man that was supposed to be her step-father sexually violated her. That marked the beginning of an unpleasant lifestyle. She became a love peddler, and even with opportunities to quit, she preferred to remain one.



CAUTION: This story contains many explicit sex scenes.



Growing up was not an easy thing for me. Things were not meant to be so bad, but they always turned out to be. When I was ten, mum decide that she had had enough of dad.

“Rita, your daddy is such a useless man,” mum had said repeatedly. “So, because I could only give him two daughters, he went on to impregnate another woman outside.”

It was the end of her relationship with dad. As soon as she moved us out of the house, dad brought the other woman in. Mum was a caterer and was into confectionery. She was not doing quite bad, so she believed she could raise my sister and me up as a single mother. We lived in a mini flat at Isolo, Lagos, and had high hopes. When I was twelve, my mom met a man that later moved in with us. I did not like him much and mom knew it, but that did not stop her inviting from him to move in with us after only starting a relationship with him for a few months.

Since he did not really marry mum, we called him ‘Uncle’. He appeared to be slightly older than mum, and I wondered why he left his family to be living with another. Mum said he worked in a bottling company at Ikeja. It did not take us long to realize that was a heavy drinker, and would always get drunk. He tried to appear friendly and was buying things for us, but I always suspected that he was no good. Mum was still beautiful and I often wondered if she could not have got a better man.

I must say that he appeared to be spending a lot on mum. He would call her darling and fuss over her. I guessed mum was carried away by all these. Long after Uncle Pascal had comfortably settled down, he would tease me on how beautiful I was. Of course, that was in the absence of mum. My junior sister, Esther, was always with mum in her shop. Many times, I would be alone with Uncle Pascal.

There were some days when I just came back from school that he would put his hands up my school skirt and fondled my vagina through my panties. I had managed to grab his hand and stop him pushing his fingers inside me. He would squeeze my tits when no one as watching and this became a daily occurrence.

I could bear it no more. One day, I summoned the courage to tell mum as we were preparing evening food in the small kitchen.

“Mummy, there’s something I need to tell you,” I started.

“Yes, what is it?”

All of a sudden, my courage failed me. How would I put it? Would she believe me? What if …?”
“Yes, what is it?” she asked again.

“Actually, it’s about Uncle Pascal,” I said reluctantly.

“What about him?”

“He … he was touching me on …”

To my surprise, mum did not let me finish the sentence. “Shut up!” she barked. “So, you think you can lie against Pascal. You don’t think I know about your new wayward life. The landlord’s son, Yinka, or what’s his name; you don’t know that I’m aware something is going on between the two of you?”

I was shocked and I kept silent. It was true Yinka, the undergraduate landlord’s son, was showing some interest in me and we occasionally chatted, but it was nothing serious, at least so far. Why did mum not even hear me to the end?

The Love Peddler: https://okadabooks.com/book/about/the-love-peddler/46255

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