yes its fiction

izaray:
What an educative write up...Weldone dear

thanks ....yeah

I screamed as he held me against the bed, his strong hands covering my mouth. I had just turned five some days ago. The pain was intense. I tried to push him away, but I couldn't and I gave up just as I had done some weeks ago when I tried to lift the sofa in the living room. When he finally got down from the bed, he spat on the ground, pulled up his trousers and left the room in a hurry. I wiped the tears with the back of my hands and tried to sit up. But my thighs hurt so badly and so I lay there numb. He walked back into the room and stood in front of me. 'Sarah!' I didn’t answer. He called my name again and as if my crying button was suddenly powered on, I began to wail. He rushed to my side and rolled me over, pulling out the bedspread smeared with my blood. I continued to scream. He slapped me. I stopped screaming. 'Listen to me. If you tell anyone about what happened here, I will kill you.' He barked, his big eyeballs boring into mine. When he heard my aunt drive in, he quickly covered me up with a blanket and ran out.Aunty Dupe entered the house with her cheerful and boisterous self and walked into my room with a cup of strawberry ice-cream. Her husband followed behind, peering from behind her, making a face that reminded me of his threat. 'Sarah darling' she said, grinning. She sat on the bed and gave me a peck on my cheeks. 'I brought you your favourite ice-cream.' My uncle wouldn’t take his eyes off me. I remained mute. 'What’s wrong with you?' She touched my head to feel my temperature. 'Sarah is not feeling too well. She’s been on the bed since morning.' I glared at my uncle and thought what a professional liar he was. ' I will make you a cup of hot tea.' She walked out briskly. 'Now you be a good girl.' Uncle Richard and crawled out quietly. I couldn’t eat anything that night. Aunty Dupe was worried. As she dragged me to the bathroom for a shower, I winced and pulled away. Now she was concerned. 'What happened to you?' She took me back to bed and then noticed the bedspread was gone. 'Where is the bedsheet?'My lips didn’t move. She picked another clean cloth from the wardrobe and spread it out on the bed before putting me to bed and covering me with the blanket. Within minutes, I was on my way to dream land. That night I saw my uncle followed by six men, all dressed in black, approaching my bed. I screamed. The sweet voice I heard woke me up the following morning. I opened my eyes to find my mother sitting beside my bed. I stared at her. 'Sarah, it’s mum.' I stared at her. My mother stood up from the bed puzzled. My father also walked in, ran to me and hugged me tight. I didn't move an inch. Mum just kept looking at me. I knew she could sense that something was wrong. There was a strong connection between us, a bond so strong that it crossed the normal mother to child relationship. My father pulled me gently out of bed and I spread out my legs, limping. My aunt and her husband entered. 'Dupe, what happened to my daughter?' My mother asked, clearly worried 'I’m surprised too. I came back from the market yesterday and saw her in that state. Maybe it's malaria or she is homesick.' My mother faced me, ready to get to the end of this. That’s how I know her. She wouldn’t give up. She sat on the ground and pulled me in front of her. She tried closing my legs but I let out a loud cry. 'Angel, what happened?' I remained silent 'You know you can talk to me right? Mummy loves you and will keep you safe. When did this start?' She felt for my thighs and I quickly pushed her hand away. Just then, Uncle Richard stood behind my mother as my mouth began to form some incoherent words. I looked at him and the fear in my eyes returned. My mother quickly followed the direction of my eyes and caught her brother-in-law's glaring countenance. In a flash, she got up and slapped my uncle. Then she grabbed his shirt. 'What did you do to my daughter?' Another slap followed as tears ran down my mother's eyes. My father tried to pull them apart and my aunt was already furious. 'How dare you accuse my husband falsely? Are you out of your mind Shade? Are you insinuating that my husband slept with your daughter, a six year old girl for that matter?' My mother’s face was covered in tears. 'Dupe I trusted you with my daughter for just a week.' 'Get out of my house!'Aunty Dupe shouted My mother knelt before me and kissed me on my cheeks. 'Angel you know I love you and I will keep you safe from that man. Tell me, what did he do to you?' My mouth suddenly let loose and I began to narrate how he dragged me from the living room to the bedroom, how he covered his mouth with mine and pulled down my pant. I showed her the place I was experiencing sharp pains. I had not finished talking when my father pounced on him. My aunt just stood there speechless. I hid behind my mother, afraid my uncle would kill me but then I felt a soft hand grab me up and press my head to her teary face. We left the house. The nights that followed came with nightmares as I saw my uncle appeared in my room several times, threatening to kill me for speaking out. Every time I screamed, I would find my mum beside me praying. Over the years, I became familiar with the pattern of waking up in the middle of the night to find her on her knees, her eyes lifted upward. She and my father would place their hands on my head and pray, calling out my name and speaking soothing words to my ears. I felt safe but I still couldn’t talk much. I had moved from the fun- loving, charming damsel to a melancholic chap. The three weeks I spent at the hospital had mum by my side. It was later I found out from my Father that she’d quit her new job after that incident. I began to heal gradually. That was some thirty years ago. Now I am a mother with three wonderful kids and as I sit in my study room, writing this short article which I hope to present tomorrow at the Christian Mothers Conference where I have been invited as a guest speaker, I see clearly the roles of mothers in the life of their children. I wouldn’t have gone far without my mother's love and affection during those trying days. As she has passed on the spirit of true motherhood to me, I am hoping to do the same to my daughter who interestingly will turn five tomorrow. I will be her best friend and confidant. And just as my mother has done, I will teach her to speak out. **** **** **** **** **** We should encourage our children to speak up and reassure them of our undying love and protection.

ObaKlaz:
@jonesbaba: the demon possession part.

hahahahaha ...its possible if u have a wide imagination

ObaKlaz which part is the bullcrap

hahaha no ...u can still go and buy ur own

:::::::::::: SAMANTHA :::::::::::: . . He took delivery of Samantha the sex doll at his front door at 7pm that evening. He had paid a princely sum of 850,000 Naira for it. He unpackaged the box revealing the pretty face of the curly haired young sex doll. He gazed at the doll in amazement and began giggling like the Quagmire character in the American animation comedy series, Family Guy. "Giggidy giggidy! All right!" He picked his phone and dialed a number. "Monica it is over between us! I don't want to see you again!" He dropped the phone and turned on the music player in the room. Samantha by Tekno flooded the room. He whistled and danced to the song. "Samantha o, Samantha you dey do me sotey Samantha o. Samantha you just dey do me do me!" He stopped dancing and began undressing. "Samantha, you are fully charged so let's get down to business." He winked and got on top of the doll. He began caressing the body of the doll and soon was thrusting hard. "Oh yeah, you are so soft and warm! You are the real deal "Sa---man---tha!" He yelled as he climaxed and went limp. "Phew! That was good." He exhaled. "Round two!" He announced. He climbed on the doll and began thrusting. "I am in paradise!" He moaned as he reached cloud 9. "Samantha, you will not demand for money for shawama, you will not request for money to make your hair, no money for transport, no Std, no drama, no ice cream, no monthly period, Samantha you are a darling!" He nibbled at her ear. "Round Three!" He changed the posture of the doll and placed her in the position that is associated with a popular four legged domestic animal. He began digging from the rear. Within three minutes he was exhausted, lying beside her and breathing heavily while the clammy sweat ran down his body. "Samantha, you want more, don't you? You are a bad girl! A very bad girl!" He winked at the doll and continued, "But I am tired, you have taken all my energy. Let me go and get some fufu and soup in the kitchen. Tomorrow we will continue from where we stopped. Oh Samantha, my naughty girl!" He got up and wearily walked into his kitchen. Inside, he began warming the pot of soup on the gas cooker. "Round Four!" A stern voice announced. The man turned around in shock. Samantha the sex doll was standing behind him and staring at him with her steely eyes. "Whaaaat! So you can walk and talk? But you are a robot! I didn't know you are a possessed doll! "Samantha immediately stretched its right arm and gripped him by the neck. She dragged him to the bedroom. "Leave my neck! This must be a software malfunction! I paid for a sexy doll but they gave me this possessed and demonic doll! "The doll tossed him onto the floor and jumped onto him. With its hand, it gripped his flaccid penis and began pulling it to a state of erection. The powerless man began sobbing and begging for his life as the fluid left his body in an anticlimax. "Round 5!" The Sex doll announced. "I can't get it up! Leave me alone! "He begged desperately searching for an opportunity to flee the room. The sex doll pressed a button on its right thigh and bellowed; "Strap on!!!" Immediately a huge strap-on appeared around its waist. "Turn around and spread your legs!" It bellowed to him. "Chisos!" The frightened man screamed and began crawling towards the door. He cursed the day he thought of the idea of buying a sex doll. "Help! I need help!" He yelled, desperately hoping the neighbours across the fence would hear and come to his rescue. "Help! I will not do this again! Monica I need you back, I won't do a sex doll again!" He got to the door and almost crawled out but the sex doll held on to his legs and pulled him back. With the last ounce of strength in him, he picked a plastic stool and threw it at the sex doll, aiming at her head. The stool struck the sex doll and she relaxed her grip on his leg. He fled the house. Residents were stunned to see a naked man running in the night screaming about Samantha and yelling at them to get the thing out of his house. Curious neighbours ran to the house. They were gobsmacked to see a life-size doll in the house dancing wildly to the music playing in the room. "He must leave my house today! He has to park out tonight! Can you imagine bringing in a demon into my house!" The angry landlord shouted as he led a team of hefty men to invade the house and eject the sex doll. The naked man ran up and down in the cold night, screaming, "Samantha o! Samantha has killed me!"