FORGIVE episode 8

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               FORGIVE

               Episode 8

 

Surprisingly, Mr. Dennis came with his car and another BMW to the venue. The promise was fulfilled. Mr. Dennis handed over the keys of the BMW car to Afya as her birthday present. I guess that was the happiest day of her life. They spent the whole night at the club and  had more skin to skin sex without protection. At dawn, they both got ready and because Afya doesn’t know how to drive, Mr. Dennis called his chief mechanic to send over one of his guys to come and drive Afya home. In no time, a very nice looking guy surfaced as the one to drive Afya. Mr. Dennis ushered Afya like a queen to the car. They kissed over there before the guy finally drove Afya away. “I can’t believe this. I came here in a taxi and am going home being driven in my own BMW wow! Life is full of fun, God please don’t let me die quickly oo. ” she said to herself. After saying that she just remembered she hadn’t taken her anti retroviral drugs. She checked her bag and oh the drug was no where to be found. She brought out everything from her bag but still the drug was not inside. She went into deep thinking. “where might I have left this drug? ” she asked herself. “eeeeeaah! Driver please, please turn this car back to the hotel. I left something there.” she commanded as she remembered that the drug might have fallen at the time she was bringing out a new cloth to put on after taking her bath at the hotel. 
Mr. Dennis after seeing off Afya to her car, returned to the room to do some one or two things before leaving to the office since he had no plans of going home before later leaving for work. As he was sitting on the hotel bed going through some documents, his eyes fell on the drug in the container on the bed. He got attracted and took the drug. He has no idea what Lamivudine could be used for. He opened the container and saw the tablets and was sure Afya left it. He picked it and placed it inside his bag and in no time, checked out of the hotel premises to work. Afya arrived not too long after Mr. Dennis left. She went to the receptionist and told  her she left something in the room they lodged so she should help by opening the door for her. The receptionist didn’t deny her the opportunity. Afya checked every Conner of the room but the drug was nowhere to be found. “Jesus! am sure this man has taken it. This was the very place I left the thing. Oh my God how do I explain myself to this man? ” Afya lamented in the presence of the receptionist. “Sorry madam can I please know what it was? ” the receptionist asked. “Don’t worry your head to know. Thank you, I will be going.” She said and walked out of the room. She, walked very frustrated to the car. “Madam please is everything okay? The driver asked. “My friend were you asked to drive or to be asking questions that do not concern you? Look forward and drive me home.” Afya shut him down. “Madam am sorry don’t vex. Was just trying to show concern.” he said. Didn’t I just ask you to keep quiet and drive? What is your name anyway? ” Afya asked. “Small madam, my parents call me Cornelius but everybody knows me as Action. Just say Action and I will respond. He said. “funny you. I beg stop that plenty talk and drive on.” she said. Still thinking about what to do, thought of calling Mr. Dennis to  be sure if the drug was with him but she was equally scared because she didn’t know how to go about it. 
Back at the office, Mr. Dennis also remembered he planned of calling Afya to inquire of her the usage and purpose of the medicine.  “I think it’s right I ask of it from a Chemical seller.” he said to himself. The next thing was Afya calling. “Hello sweetie, I hope you enjoyed the drive in your new car?” he asked as soon as he picked the call. “Oh yeah! I really enjoyed it. Thank you for fulfilling your promise.” she answered. “Don’t mention it dear. I will do more than that for you. I really enjoyed that Watermelon. ūüćČ You left your medicine on the bed today. I just gave it to one of my staffs to check what it’s being used for because I want to get some for your friend. Am sure that makes you so sweet.” he ignorantly said. “what! Has the person left already? Please let me tell you myself.” Afya said with almost a racing heart. “but why do you sound so tensed like that. The person is yet to go so tell me.” he said. “It protects ladies from getting pregnant when they engage in unprotected sex. Are you okay now?” she asked. “Really dear, Ok I understand but please don’t take this again. Look at my age and I cannot boast of a child. Please I need a child and I will reward you heavily should you become pregnant for me. I will keep this drug for you.” Mr. Dennis said. “I’m already on my way to your work side now. Please give it to me let me keep it at my place.” Afya pleaded. “Am even about going out so forget about that medicine.” he said and hanged up. I felt very tensed up. 
Instead of Afya celebrating her new car, she was rather sad because should Mr. Dennis mishandle the medicine, someone might see it and alert him. People who saw Afya coming home with the new car became very happy for her but she seemed not to be in a good mood. When asked, she said she was over joyed and that was how she could show it. After some small celebration with some few friends, she asked Action to drive her to the hospital for a new set of drugs. One thing about Afya is that she understands the need to keep on taking the HIV drugs very serious. Once you know your status and start treatment, your symptoms will take very long to progress into AIDS. Note that HIV is not AIDS. HIV is a virus that causes AIDS but not in itself AIDS. With continual intake of the drug, it helps to reduce your viral load to the extent that you can be tested again later and the test kit can declare you negative simply because the viral load reduced drastically. 
Afya went for her drug and later went into agreement with Action to become her personal driver. Action was very happy to get himself a new  job from a very pretty lady. Afya made him to drive her all over campus that day. Her last stop was at my hostel. “Forgive where are you? Come and let me drive you around.” She said loudly when she came out of the car at my hostel. I ran out of the room only to see   Afya in BMW. “wow! My girl don do am oo. Afya are you saying this is your new car? Unbelievable. But you never mentioned any car deal to me. How come? ” I asked surprisingly. “Come on baby, I always do tell you to use what you have to get what you want. This car is my birthday present from one of my new found mugu. Bab, hop in let my driver take us around town.” So, I also went to dress up jubilantly and joined her out. 
After work, Mr. Dennis got home very tired. He didn’t waste much time before going to bed and snoring like an articulator truck. He just left his things on the floor before going to bed. My aunty came to take the things and placed them at their rightful places. My aunty, later seeing that her husband was fast asleep decided to steal his cheque book and sign some money to get her shop running. She knows her husband’s code to the bag so she easily opened the bag only to see the drug in the bag. She took the cheque and signed Ghc 5,000.00 and took the drug and hid it among her clothes. Mr. Dennis was far asleep in his own house and but was being robed by his own wife. How useless humans are when they die. Just simple sleep you couldn’t detect something was happening around you, how much more when you are dead? 
My. Aunty equally didn’t know what the drug was used for so. She was thinking it was an aphrodisiac that her husband used to stimulate his performance in bed so decided to hide it and see if he could still perform without the drug. First thing in the morning, my aunty went to withdraw the money and deposited some into her personal account and used the rest to order for stock. Very unfortunately, that was the only money left in her husband’s account because of the car he bought. Later  that evening my aunty availed herself for sex of which Mr. Dennis left no Stone unturned. This made my aunty to have a change of mind that her husband was not using the drug for sexual performance but rather a different thing so decided to do her own investigations. 

She sent the drug to a pharmacy shop for them to tell her what type of drug it was. “Madam please why do you want to know what the drug is being used for? “the pharmacist asked. “It was added to my medicines the last time I went to the hospital so just want you to tell me the use. ” my aunty said. “Well, sorry I don’t think I will be in the position of telling you the use. Your doctor should have educated you on it before giving it to you. So go back to the doctor, he would tell you in a more professional way. Thank you.” the pharmacist refused to tell her. There was this lady who had “Okro lips” at the pharmacy shop. Hearing that her boss refused to tell the woman the use of the drug and because she wanted to be seen that she knows a lot went to meet my aunty secretly and revealed the use. “Madam what will you give me if I tell you the use of the drug? ” she asked. “Anything you ask for. ” My aunty replied. “OK I need Ghc 100.00 only.” she said. “OK. Deal.” My aunty eagerly said. “This drug is given to HIV positive people. So probably you tested positive that’s why they gave it to you.”ūüė≥ “what! HIV?” My aunty said and immediately collapsed. The lady now started shouting for help. People came around and sent my aunty to the hospital for treatment. She gained consciousness at the hospital. She was told how it happened and there she told the nurse that her husband was HIV positive and never made her know. “he has been on this drug but never told me of it until I chanced on it. I will kill this man. “oh sorry ma. I wish you take a test yourself first and see if you are safe.” the nurse suggested. The test was done and the result was negative. The good news too was that my aunty was also confirmed pregnant. Wow! The irony of life. 
To be continued…. 
Question 

1. Was Forgive’s aunt in her window periods? 

2. What can you say about Mr. Dennis? 

3. Does Forgive’s Aunt’s status indicate her husband is also without the virus?
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FORGIVE episode 7

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My best result for the semester was  a C+ which was introduction to general nursing course. The rest ranged from referrals to C. I felt very bad. The reason was I didn’t have time to go for lectures or even study. I was always hanging out with Afya who was making the grades. “No, I can’t continue with these results. I’m no longer a virgin and besides if I should get pregnant, I will give it to Dennis since he needs me to get pregnant for him. I must go and see this lecturer tomorrow to manipulate my results at any cost.” I said to myself. 
Afya and my sugar daddy were also Busy in the guest house doing their own thing. It was the same club he used to send me when I was with them in the house. When they reached, Mr. Dennis felt like taking her bath before any other thing starts. They did kissed each other anyway. He requested that Afya joins him in the bath but she told him, she took her bath just before coming so she need not to join him. As Mr. Dennis left to the bath, Afya tried to open his bag to steal his money but very unfortunate on Afya’s part, the bag was locked with code. She felt very bad within herself. “this man is very lucky.” she said to herself. 
Soon Mr. Dennis came out of the bath in his boxers. “Wow! Sir, you’ve got heavy loads in front of you. I’m even feeling feverish.” Afya jokenly said. “hahaha you should be a bad girl.” he laughed. Afya walked towards him and started with the foreplay. They both became very high in the mood and in the middle of that mood just as it happened to me at my hostel, Afya slowly pushed Mr. Dennis away and said “sir wait.. wait… wait. You know you didn’t propose to me and we haven’t known each other too well.” “Oh my dear, unlike poles always attract and positive and negative terminals always generate power. I don’t think I need to do any special proposals here. You are beautiful and I know you are equally smart. Don’t let this my energy quench.” he said and resumed the kisses. “I want something from you. Once you promise to give me that, I will be ready to satisfy you 24/7.” Afya said. “And what will that be that I can’t do, dear say anything.” he said as the romance kept  increasing. “I’ve always been walking long distance to campus for my lectures and as a girlfriend to a high profile man like you, it wouldn’t speak well of you if I continue to walk. I need a car.” She said  and picked out a condom from her purse. “give me your answer and resume with this.” she said showing the condom.  “Come on girl, I’m pure and has no dirt in my blood. I don’t think I need this. When will be your birthday?” he asked. “11th of August which is just some few weeks from now.” Afya revealed. “OK, I will surprise you on that day. Make sure you don’t tell your friend.” “Nooo, I need a promise now if not allow me to leave. We will continue when my car is ready.” she said. “OK deal. You will get your car on your birthday.” he promised. 
Back at Mr. Dennis house, my aunty resorted to prayers and was praying to God to restore her womb so that she could get pregnant to have peace in the house. She also committed her husband into God’s hands and said “wherever my husband is at this time of the night, Holy ghost keep him away from any distractions of the devil and bring him back home to me safely.” I was equally missing him that evening because I had try all his lines and they were all switched off. 
“Really! You mean I will have my own car on my birthday? Wow! Thank you honey, you are the best. You can have me all to yourself.” Afya said with joy written all over her face. Mr. Dennis reiterated his promise. The romance continued, now all huddles have been removed so the game itself was ready to play. Mr. Dennis skillfully removed the coverage on Afya’s watermelon and threw it to no mans land. Ooh! the worse happened. It happened skin to skin. Afya gave out her best ever to Mr. Dennis that night. They both got tired and slept off and woke up midnight where Mr. Dennis told her that he needed to get going because his wife would be worried. “Your wife? But you didn’t tell me you have a wife.” she asked. “Don’t worry about that. I know how to handle it.” Mr. Dennis said and gave about Ghc 600.00 to her to use for transportation early in the morning. He left Afya behind in the guest house. 
By the time Mr. Dennis got home, my aunt was far asleep but upon arrival of Dennis, she woke up and welcomed him. She never complained why he was late but rather, went to prepare hot coffee for him to take. Dennis went to take his bath again before coming for the coffee. In order not to create any scene, he made love with my aunty that same night. This man was really strong. That was one thing I can’t forget about him. Mr. Dennis didn’t go to work the following day because he was very tired and needed enough rest. My aunty told him that she is need of additional money to buy stock for her shop so he should give her some money to top up the money she has. 

Dennis said due to their building project, everything he has has gone into it, so he was not having enough money to give her. My aunt understood him because she knew the cost of the project they are putting up and besides, the documents were in her name. Dennis never gave his wife the money. 
Since then, he never came to visit me. We resorted to only talking on phone and not even for long but for brief moments. Afya was also not coming to me as usual. She has one guy who actually promised to marry her after school because they were both students. 
I gathered courage and went to one of our senior lecturers and complained to him about my results. Lol. I sent myself for insults. This man insulted me very well and threw me out of his office. He said I shouldn’t see him as one of those lecturers that I can easily influence to get what I want. He said I should better sit up and study. I felt very frustrated. I called Afya and reported the issue to her. She said I shouldn’t worry, she will get me someone who can do everything for me. Indeed she connected me to another lecturer who works at the students records. What he does is that, when lectures present their results to be loaded on the students records, he will manipulate the results before keying. I met with this man and he promised to help me the following semester since the one posted has been closed for any defence. He also requested for sex. I just don’t know why men can do unthinkable things just for sex. I opened up and warmed his bed as well. It seems I enjoyed him anyway. This man became very close to me so even with the distance between Dennis and I was not really disturbing me. 
Soon, Afya’s birthday was due and just as planned, she never mentioned it to me. She invited other friends of hers to some club outside town for the party. His serious boyfriend, Gilbert called her line the whole day just to wish her but her phone was off. Surprisingly, Mr. Dennis came with his car and another BMW to the venue. The promise was fulfilled. Mr. Dennis handed over the keys of the BMW car to Afya as the birthday present. I guess that was the happiest day of her life. They spent the whole night at the club and  had more skin to skin sex without protection.

But something tragic happened!

Guess you want to know what happened, well I will tell you that in the next episode.
To be continued…. 
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I made up my mind to personally ensure that my aunty packs out of the house for me. But do you know I was never thinking of sexually transmitted diseases as I was only concerned with what I was gaining? 

I called Afya to my hostel one evening and told her about my intentions of making my aunt’s husband send my aunt packing. “I can see something is wrong with your head. What is the meaning of this? Look, you are not there to snatch your aunt’s man from her, instead you are only playing the role of a side chick to this man and that’s all. What is his name self?” Afya asked. “He is Mr. Dennis.” I answered. “okay, so now am telling you that you are only the side chick of Mr. Dennis. Give him what he wants as he also in turn provides all you need in this life.” 

“but Afya, his main concern is about having a child. The last time I told him about he building a house for me, he promised that as soon as I get pregnant for him, he will change the name on the documents of a land he bought somewhere for a building project for his wife into my name so I shouldn’t worry.” I said to her. “really, this girl is very lucky. That sounds good to hear. Which bank did you say he works for? ” she asked. “Agriculture Development Bank ADB Madina branch.  He is the manager over there.” I said innocently. “Wow then this man should be a very big fish. OK I will get going, take care.” she said, as she picked her bag and left the room. I laid on my bed and soon, I fell asleep. 
Afya was monologuing as she was walking to pick a car home. “This lady must be very lucky, I think these men are making a fool out of me. Upon all the satisfaction I’ve been giving them none of them has promised to even buy me a car before,  even to talk of building a whole house. Wow! I must do something very fast. I think I must meet this man and grab this opportunity. Yes I need to. How can this small village girl bypass me like that.” 
For almost three days, I never heard from Afya so I decided to call to check up on her. She said she was not feeling very well and moreover, she was working on her project work since she was in her final year. She said she would come and visit me in the evening. She shared some jokes and hanged up. Soon after that call, Mr. Dennis also called. He said he was on his way to see me and also to give me some provisions and besides, to enjoy from my honey pot. 
He doesn’t show any much concern or care to his wife any longer. He leaves and comes home as and when it pleases him and if my aunt should complain, he would say he was occupied with office work. Anytime he was coming to my place, he does tell my aunt that he is going for a meeting on behalf of the bank. My aunt was always frustrated.
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Soon my aunt’s husband; Mr. Dennis  arrived at my hostel.   I saw him through the louvers in my room and sent him a short text message reading “the door is not locked. Push and enter. I quickly changed into a very hot dress. I looked very hot and positioned myself on the bed for him to get the arousal immediately he enters. It was a single room self contained with a balcony. There he was. He was far older than me and could be my father but I do call him honey whenever he comes to my place. He saw me on the bed and just as expected, he fell for me. ” Baby girl, you are looking very vivacious and succulent. Can I have a hug from you?” he asked and got ready for the hug. I walked up to him for the hug and I don’t need to tell you what followed after the hug. Yes, what you are thinking happened and just in the middle of our doggy position, I heard this knock on the door. We didn’t mind. The knock persisted so I needed to shout who was there. It was Afya. Ah! This lady crushed my jet. I asked her to give me some time so I would open her shortly. Mr. Dennis was not happy with the interference likewise me. “Dear, these are some of the reasons why I came to rent this place for you alone. It is not to be shared with any other person except me. Let her in. ” He said as he dressed up and sat on the chair. 
“Dear am sorry for keeping you waiting.  I was discussing something with my daddy that was why. ” I apologised to her. “Don’t worry. After all this is your place and you decide who to come in and at a time of your choice.” she said but looked very moody. She was equally dressed in a provocative manner. “Afya meet my aunt’s husband, dad, please this is my good friend. Her name is Afya.” I did the introduction. 
Mr Dennis :Afya how are you?

Afya : (with a sexually looking face and voice) I’m fine dad. You are welcome.

Mr. Dennis : Thank you. Forgive you have a beautiful friend. You ladies should take your books serious. 

Afya : Alright sir. Thank you for the compliment too. 

Mr. Dennis : Forgive I must be going. I need to pass through a friends place before getting home so come, I got you some provisions. Maybe your friend can come and help you carry them from the car.

Afya : Oh dad are you leaving because am around?  

Mr. Dennis: Not at all. Take this money and get yourself some chocolate. He said handing her one Ghc 50.00 note which she thanked him. I took the lead outside for the items. Afya stopped behind me and asked Mr. Dennis for his number. He gave one of his complimentary cards to her. This happened really fast and at my blind side. We went to bring the things into the room. He gave me double what he gave to Afya and said he would send some through my account. 
“Is that not your sugar daddy? ” Afya asked. “I wont mind you. You just came to spoil my beautiful moment. Who knows if today was the day I would have gotten pregnant for him and get that house in my name?” I queried her . “Look at how love dey jorm you? When I was advising you to give in to him, you saw me as a bad person. Now you are telling me I spoilt your evening. Heerr! My dear this man is serious oo that’s fine.” she said. “Hey I beg take him out of your list oo, that man is mine so stop doing that he is nice…. he is nice thing here. I know you.” I warned. “I beg let me think. I get correct mugus okay, don’t bring this under one minute Ghc 50.00 man to bluff on me.” 
We had few chats and she later left to her place. I missed Dennis a lot after Afya left. On her way, Afya dialled Dennis’ number and asked him to save her contact. 
The following day, Mr. Dennis received an SMS alert informing him about a new email. He opened his mail and saw pictures of Afya dressed in bikinis at a pool side. She added a note saying “If you like what you are seeing on your screen, arrange a venue for it this evening, all will be yours. Thank you for your gift and compliment yesterday. Afya.” Mr. Dennis couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the pictures.  He replied the mail. “Nice pictures Afya, come around my office by 6pm this evening.” In no time, she replied “Deal.”
Mr. Dennis called my aunt that evening and told her he will be going to Tema after work so he might come home late. He called me too and said he would be going for meeting that evening so he wouldn’t want his phone disturb so I shouldn’t call. 
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All these while, Afya was on anti retroviral drugs. She tested HIV positive and was just spreading it to men she sleeps with. One thing I would like to advice my fellow girls and ladies is that, we should always insist on protection if you think you cannot abstain. Condoms are not just for birth control but also to reduce the rate at which you can get infected with STI’s. Note that there is no cure for HIV. However, if you are already tested positive, don’t worry, you are not alone. There are many people living with the condition for years but you cannot see it on them. Just take your ART’s serious just as Afya. She always takes her drugs as expected so for years with the condition, you will never know. 
At the set time, Afya was already at the bank waiting for Mr. Dennis to come out and meet her. She sent a text message that she was at the point. Mr. Dennis delegated what he was doing to his secretary and came to meet Afya who was looking more hot in her outfit. 
In the car 

“Afya is your friend aware you are meeting me today?” Dennis asked. “No sir. I am of age and I need not let my friend know every move I make. But why did you ask? I believe you are her father to say?” She asked. “Oh yeah, I am her father.” As the man was driving, Afya started seducing him in the car. They nearly got involved in an accident.
 One of my course mates called me that evening to inform me that our results for the previous semester was posted on the notice board. I didn’t want to go during broad daylight so I went there that very evening to check. My best result was a C+ which was introduction to general nursing course. The rest ranged from referrals to C. I felt very bad. The reason was I don’t have time to go for lecturers or even study. I was always hanging out with Afya who was making the grades. “No, I can’t continue with these results. I’m no longer a virgin and besides if I should get pregnant, I will give it to Dennis since he needs my pregnancy. I must go and see this lecturer tomorrow to manipulate my results at any cost.” I said to myself. 

Afya and my sugar daddy were also busy in the guest house doing their own thing. hmm
To be continued…. 
Question:

1.  How will you describe Afya in this episode? 

2. Must we tell our friends everything about our relationships? 
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Afya was studying a distance program from the university so she equally advised me to continue my education. She bought me gifts and dresses. My aunt didn’t believe it was my friend who was providing those things for me. To her, I was stealing her money so her behaviour changed towards me. There was nothing that I would do that wouldn’t attract insults. I began feeling pity for myself. The unfortunate part of it was that my aunt had no child so her husband also liked me a lot. Her husband affectionately refers to as ‘Forgee’. This also added to the reasons why my aunt changed towards me. She seeing how beautiful I was growing up into and how *attractive* I was to her husband, she saw me as a threat to her marriage. Madam’s thoughts were not too wrong anyway. Upon all the advises this man do give me on how to keep myself away from men, he was equally having *lusting after* me. My aunt’s husband was a banker, a well known banker of course. 
I started noticing his interest in me from how his chats with me had *changed*. Now the line of conversation was directed towards me being beautiful, me not having a boyfriend and what type of man I wanted to be with. As innocent as I was, I told him about my past life and how I hate men. He tried exemplifying himself to me and trying to get my attention towards him. He brought up the issue of his wife not giving birth but still loves her. 
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One day after church, I told Afya what I was suspecting where my aunt’s husband’s comments is leading to. “Wow! My girl don’t get selection. That sounds so interesting to hear. ” Afya said laughing. “ah! but why the laughter? I’m telling you something serious and you are laughing.” I said. “Very sorry dear, my bad. Hmm has he made the move already?” she asked. “Not really but his actions are showing it.” I answered. “alright dear. Look Forgive, I won’t like you to do anything to spoil your aunt’s marriage but for crying out loud, this man is too good to be married to a woman who can’t give birth. Probably he wants you to give birth for him since his wife is not forthcoming.” she said. “but what do you mean by that? You mean I should give him the chance in case he comes clear?” “something like that but I am foreseeing your aunty standing against you when it starts.” “Afya I don’t think this is a good idea. I can’t do that.” I said sounding very straight forward. “Yoo, madam virgin Mary. Look, this man has money and will change your life within a second if you should give him the go ahead. If you don’t like I beg, link me up.” she teased. I was surprised as to why she should be saying all this anyway,  so I took her for a joke. 
It got to a time when my aunt travelled to our village, Agorkpo and was to return the following day. After closing the shop, I went home to cook her my aunt’s husband. He came back from work very early that day. I was in the kitchen cooking when he came. He came into the kitchen to greet me and asked how the day went at the shop. I told him everything went well. I was preparing jollof rice so I was *stirring* it when I felt him walking into the kitchen. *He stood behind me and held me*. I had that electric shock from his hands and turned around immediately and looked at his face. He was in his singlet with hairy chest glaring into my face. “oh dad you scared me! ” I said. “I didn’t mean to scare you. In fact I can’t just withstand your beauty.” I could feel he was rubbing his hands on the beads on my waist. “Dad can you please stop it? I’m not comfortable with what you are doing.” I pleaded. “dear, I will take you to where ever you want to, I will upgrade you to become a classic lady if only you can read what is moving inside of me right now.” he said as his hands started holding my boobs. I remained silent this time around. He brought me very close to himself and holding me tight to his body. “Forgive you are so beautiful. I love you.”  I was still silent when he started kissing me. I  got lost in the mood and joined in. His hands went to every aspect of my body that you could just imagine. My moaning was becoming loud this time around when he *tore* my buttons and went to my erogenous zones. The man was just doing the right thing so I never wished we stopped before the burning jollof smoke took over the whole kitchen. We both forgot the rice was still on the fire. “the rice is burning.” I said with a moaning voice. Everything was happening in the kitchen. He rushed and turned off the gas stove. The rice was completely burnt. “Don’t worry I will take to you to a restaurant in town this evening so that we get something to eat but quickly fix something for the gardener to eat.” he said and went to take his bath. This man has ignited  my sex addiction again. I was feeling *horny* as he left me to take his bath. I prepared plain rice with some small stew for the gardener and also went to get myself ready for the outing. 
Soon, we were out to the restaurant. He bought me hard drinks and pizza. As we were sitting, I saw that Afya was also moving into the restaurant with another man who could be her father. Very unfortunately, they came to sit by a table near to ours. With surprise, Afya saw me and covered her mouth. The man she came with was a lecturer at the university. The two men *also* knew each other, so they had some few chats as well. I felt shy because Afya had seen me there but I was equally surprised seeing her moving with that lecturer. 

I took the place of my aunty that night. I slept on her bed,with her husband giving me warmth throughout the night. I really enjoyed that night. 
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The following day, I felt very refreshed and arranged everything in its place before my aunty returned. She came to me at the shop and asked how things were in her absence. “I believe you didn’t *starve* my husband yesterday?” she asked. “No mum.” I replied. She went to inspect everything in the house and very unfortunate, she saw the burnt saucepan. When I closed from shop, she asked me to explain to her why the saucepan got burnt. I lied that her husband sent me to get him some fruits from the night market and by the time I returned, the food got burnt. She asked me to kneel down and fortunately for me her husband returned and told my aunt that it was his fault so she should allow me stand. As time went on, I *began* having *a* secret affair with this man in the house without my *aunt’s knowledge* Her husband always defends me anytime she wanted to punish me. This was gradually eating into their marriage. 
I told Afya about how everything *happening* and she said that was not bad, she adviced I shouldn’t just be enjoying myself but I should make the man build properties for me. She said very soon she would be moving into her own house sponsored by the lecturer. I saw a very good point in her suggestion so I tried to give it a try. 
First, I told my aunt’s husband that I needed to go to school. She asked me which school  I wanted and I mentioned University of Ghana and to read Nursing. He said that was not a problem so I should let him know when the university forms are out. He also discussed with his wife that he wanted me to go to school since I was eventually becoming their daughter. That didn’t  sound well for her so she debated it *for a long time* with her husband. “what exactly are you seeing in this girl that you want to sponsor her university education? After that she would get married and go into her husband’s house. If she was a male, fine but I don’t agree to this. Maybe let her learn trade just as her sister did and now taking care of herself.” “No, you are getting it all wrong. Have you forgotten that when you educate man, you educate just one person but if you educate a woman, you educate a whole nation? Don’t forget she is your family member and the credit will go to you for sponsoring your sister’s daughter’s education. Think of that.” he said and went to bed. 
Soon, forms were out and I bought one. Afya said she would link me up to someone at the admission office so that I get straight admission without depending on my faith to be called. She led me to see one lecturer and the deal was just one night with him and my admission is assured. I picked my admission form and went out of the office when he came up with that condition. 
I came out to tell Afya about it and she said that was not anything to come and tell her. “why are you behaving like you are still in that your village? We are in the city and you must use what you have to get what you want. Do you think it was my wish to be going out with that professor you saw me with at the restaurant? That is the exams officer of my department, and through that outing, all my C grades changed into B and B+ and the B’s became automatic A’s. Look sharp baby girl. Remember your aunt is not in support of this so if you fail to make it, she will accuse you of wasting her husband’s money. Just a night won’t spoil anything. Just let him use a condom.” she said. “Ah! Afya, you are always surprising me. How could you be giving me such an *advice?* You were the same person that made me to enter into this with my aunt’s husband and now this. 

Tell me,  what have you been hearing from church? ” I asked. 
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“Hey! My friend end it there. Do you know what goes into church? The church is a place we go to ask God for more grace periods to achieve what we need in this world? Also it is a place the pastor prays for you to get rich through whatever means and in case you have some program or something like that, they will come to support you for everyone to know that you belong to some union. That is why we go to church. We are in a modern world and the meaning of everything has changed. Even the pastor is enjoying himself how much more you? ” she said. “oh really? So that is why you go to church. I now know. I got polluted with that definition of church and this also changed my behaviour. I now saw all what I was doing as normal because even at church, the pastor only preaches prosperity to us. 
I accepted the lecturer’s offer later and my admission was processed. After gaining the admission, my next request from my aunt’s husband was a house. I asked him to divorce my aunt and marry me because I was now seeing my aunt who was the rightful owner of the house to be a thorn in my flesh. I no longer *respected* her when I *started* the school. Her husband got me a hostel on campus where I was in the room alone. He actually furnished the room for me. Now my next problem was how to make my grades. Yes I was good when I was in basic school but not when I got to the university. I needed to get my link to the big men and the students records room so that my results could be manipulated. 
Come to think of it, upon all my unprotected sex with my aunt’s husband and the lecturer, pregnancy never came. I was not bothered about that anyway because that would even block me from many things. 
I made up my mind to personally make my aunty pack out of the house for me. But do you know I was never thinking of sexually transmitted diseases? hmm let’s go to the next episode. 
To be continued…. 
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1.  Was Afya’s explanation of why we attend church correct? What’s your view? 

2. Will you say Afya was a good friend to  Forgive? 
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FORGIVE episode 4

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“Madam, you are the cause of your child’s problem. Why should you allow your child to be with this man for him to take care of?” the headmaster told my mother. My mom pitied herself and regretted her actions.  “I will never forgive this man should something happen to my daughter.” She decided to teach Sir Louis a lesson that he will never forget.
God being so good, I regained my consciousness but the doctor said the herb had cause severe problems to my womb and kidney. He added that I needed to be coming for review every two months so that they help curb the problems with system if not I may not be able to give birth in the future. He said this to my mother in my presence and this scared me. 
“Forgive have you seen what you’ve brought to yourself? At this tender age you know who a “man” is and even aborting a pregnancy. You will come and join me in the farm since that is what you want.” she said to me. I felt very bad because I didn’t plan to become a bad girl. 
My mother informed my father about what was going on. My father became furious.  “You decided to become the head of this house and do things in accordance with your will, why are you involving me now when a problem arose? You are always pampering this girl. Even if she goes wrong and I try correcting her, you would always want to devour me like your prey. You are even lucky she didn’t die else you would’ve paid for the consequences.” my father said angrily to my mother. “Ah! but why are you blaming me for what happened?”, my mum asked. “Haven’t I been warning you to stop sending this girl to that man’s place? The teacher is not married and your daughter being in her adolescent stage will definitely get attracted to this man. Anytime I say it, you start barking like a dog at me”, daddy responded.  “hmm. Tell me what you have been doing as a father in this house? When was the last time you asked of how they manage to go to school? Do you even know how much they pay as school fees each term? Do you care about what they wear or eat? All you do is to chase after small girls and be spending on them instead of spending on your children. Stop blaming me and accept responsibilities of your children. Shameless man!” My mother yelled at him. 

The last statement did not go down well with my father, He couldn’t take it as to why a woman should refer to him as shameless. In the process of their struggle, my daddy pushed my mother hard to the wall which made her fall down to the ground. She hit her head on the ground as she fell and  blood began oozing out from her nose and mouth. She was also rushed and admitted to the same hospital I was admitted.
This was where my father got more furious with Sir. Louis. He regretted what he did to my mother and also dared not to forgive Louis. 
The doctor equally called for the arrest of my father since he pushed my mother causing the worse to happen to my mother. 
How can some men be so wicked? If your wife reminds you of your responsibilities as a man, should that lead you to beat her? I see men who beat their wife’s as irresponsible and must not even exist in society. Some of us, the women, also know how feeble we are but would always find trouble for ourselves. My fellow women, please even the Bible asks us to humble ourselves to our husbands and respect them. Regardless of how you are in control of the house, your husband remains your husband. 
Since Sir. Louis happened to be a staff of the school and a member of the teacher’s union, they came to his defence. Even though they were not in support of what he did and he causing my abortion, they had in their policy to support any member who happens to be in a problem. The headmaster paid my mum and I a visit at the hospital and gave out some money for our treatment. He met my father and apologised on behalf of Sir. Louis. He begged him to withdraw the case from the court and bring it home for them to discuss. They equally gave him some money which was a contribution from the teachers to help their colleague. My father seeing the money decided to make the case a foolish case. He decided to withdraw the case against Sir. Louis from the police station but very unfortunate on his part, he was made to understand that he wasn’t the one who reported the case and moreover, the public has taken over the case. So it was no longer her wife against Louis but the public versus Louis. My father himself was battling with his charges before fighting this too. Sir. Louis was given a bail pending the court hearing.
To God be the glory, my mother regained her consciousness and in few days was discharged. My father was made to foot all her medical bills before one of my uncles also took him to court for causing damage to my mother. 
My mother’s family members dared not to forgive my father which also caused my father to careless about my mother’s health any longer. Looking at how things were going, I decided to tell my mother what exactly went on between myself and Sir. Louis. I narrated everything from the first issue of breaking my virginity to the abortion. This charged my mother like a car battery. She equally furnished the police with this information and at the first court hearing, Sir. Louis pleaded not guilty to the charges so the case was adjourned to a later date which was two weeks after the first hearing. 
When they came home, my mother ignorant of what contempt to court was due to no education, did not feel satisfied with the decision of the court adjourning the case. To her, there should be instant justice but the opposite was true. On evening, she went to Sir. Louis’ house to confront him causing an exchange of insults. My mother was not fully fit but would never spare anyone that stood her way. In the process of the exchange of words between them, my mother threatened Louis that she will teach him lesson of his life. Upon hearing that, Sir. Louis also threatened that my mother would die without anyone knowing the cause of her death. People around tried to stop them from exchanging words clearly heard the threat from both parties. 
Back at home, that anger from the quarrel was still in my mother which my father also ignited again. She did not spare him too. 
Hmm, early the next morning, my sister went to the bathroom to pick some soap to wash the dishes only for her to meet the greatest shock that has ever happened on earth. My mother was lying on the floor of the bathroom lifeless. My sister within  picoseconds wailed at the loudest level of her voice for help. 
My father was not in his room when she rushed to call him. People came around and at that time, it was too late for anything to happen. My mother was murdered in cold blood. Hmm the saddest moment of my life. 
My father returned later in the afternoon only to hear that his wife was gone. He claimed he woke up and went to farm that morning and before he left, my mother was still in bed. 
Now the big question. Who killed my mother. Actually I couldn’t control myself upon hearing the news, I wailed and wailed till I became unconscious. My world had come to an end, my world is a hell without my Mother.
Sir. Louis became the prime suspect for this crime simply because of what happened. No time was wasted before my father handed him to the police on a new charge. Sir. Louis cried his all out and said he knew nothing about the murder of my mother. Witnesses who saw and heard him threaten my mother made this information available to the police. This time around, no stone was left unturned. They arranged him for court and his charges were read to him. 
“We therefore find you guilty for defilement, attempted murder of the thirteen years old girl, and murder of her mother. You are hereby sentenced to 35 years imprisonment with hard labour.” the judge pronounced. 
My mother’s relatives were also suspecting my father for the murder of my mother. 
My mother’s brother who happened to be the uncle  took up the case against my father and he was also taken to court. My father was charged for molesting and attempted murder but was fined an amount of Ghc50,000.00 or face 10 years of imprisonment with hard labour. 
My father needed to sell part of his land to pay for his charges.
I had been going for my bi-monthly review during this trying times in my life to get my system restored. 
My mother’s funeral was organised four months after she passed on. She was buried to rest in peace. “hmm, mum sorry for whatever you went through.” But the fact remains that we were yet to know how my mother died. I will tell you later. 
I always blame myself for all the mess that happened to my family. Life without mum became very challenging.  The school accepted to offer me a full scholarship to attend the school for free till I complete my senior high school.
I managed to complete the Junior high school and senior High school successfully. After my school, one of my aunties who stays at Accra asked me to come and stay with her so that I can manage her shop as well. She sells provisions in a store located close to the University of Ghana city campus. 
I happily went since, at least, that would make me take my mind away from my late mother. My senior sister went to learn a trade because there was no one to help us further our education. 
We had a father but he didn’t care about us. For the first two months with my auntie, I enjoyed my stay since I was exposed to other interesting things and I was equally a novice to city life. 
Back in the village, I didn’t attend church because no one introduced me to church or tried to influence me to attend. Moreover, we had only one church in the village during those days. So when I came to my auntie’s place, she made me to join her church. On my first day at the church, I started wondering if it was really a church or a fashion show centre. Everybody was displaying wealth through their dressing. The pastor himself had about four rings on his fingers and if you should see the dressing of some of the ladies, even a club girl’s dressing was better. I looked extremely odd among them. 
That was where I met my friend Afya who happened to be a member of the choir. I love music, so I joined the choir. Anytime we closed from rehearsal, she would escort me to the house. She does tell me about city life and how I was to take care of myself. She said guys in the city are not to be trusted so I should be careful not to fall into their hands. I was only 19 years old.
Afya was studying a distance program from the university so she equally advised me to continue my education. She bought me gifts and dresses. My aunty didn’t believe it was my friend who was providing the things for me. To her, I was stealing her money so her behaviour changed towards me. Ei! I won’t lie to you. That house was hell to me and guess what?????  

Let me keep that for the next episode. 
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1.  Who do you think killed my mother? 

2. Was the judgement fair to Sir. Louis? 

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FORGIVE episode 3

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                 Episode 3
Sir: Mother I don’t understand what you are saying. Can you please come clear. 
My mother pulled him away from the door and entered the room. “Where is my daughter? ” she asked again. I could hear my mother’s voice but I was too weak to alert her. My eyes landed on his bloody bed sheet  in a bucket beside his bed. “Jesus Christ! What is this? ” I asked myself shockingly. My mother checked every corner of the room but couldn’t find me. Louis stood her way in front of the door leading to his bedroom and crossed his arms. “Mother, it would have been best if you calm down and tell me what is going on rather than coming to search my room anyhow. Before you came I was watching a movie so probably you heard the sound from my TV”, he said. “Are you sure she is not here? Let me check the other room.” She requested but this time with a calm voice. “oh mother, why should I be keeping your daughter in my bedroom? Oh come on! What will I benefit from doing that? Mother, I respect myself so I will request you to do same for me. Your daughter is not in my room”. I replied with somehow an expedient voice. My comfortable voice erased any clue that could tell her of her daughter’s presence. “Teacher Louis, sorry to disturb you. The issue is that I sent my daughter to you around 4:30pm to deliver a message. Since then she has not returned home”, my mother reported. 
“Oh that’s very bad of her. She actually came here to deliver the message but left after washing some dishes for me. It’s late now. You get going, I’ll pick an attire from my room and check from some mates of her to see if she is there. I will bring you whatever information I gather”, Sir. Louis convinced my mother. “Hmm. This girl will kill me in this town. I think I should go with you for the search since she is my daughter. But please can I know the response you gave to her concerning what I asked her to come and tell you?” “Oh yeah. I will take care of everything. I will personally pay for her and even pay for her fees for the next term.” He said. 
I could hear all what was going on inside the hall, so I decided to strengthen myself and crawl to meet my mother. Immediately I stood up from the bed, I fell on the floor giving a loud noise because the pain was just too much for me to bear. “What is that sound coming from your room?”, my mummy asked. “I’m even surprised myself. I will get back to you”, he said acting surprised in a confused state. He came into the room, saw me on the floor and begged me using sign language to remain silent. He fell on his knees and was requesting me to hide under the bed. “Teacher Louis what is going on?” my mom asked. Louis’ heart pumped higher upon hearing his name. I quickly went under the bed. “Oh nothing really. It’s just a bag that fell so I was packing and placing it back.” he lied. “OK. Thank you for the support you promised. God will bless you. 

I will personally bring her for you to punish her in front of her peers at school if she returns to the house”, my mother said and left. Sir. Louis saw her off and was sure that she left. He came back and asked me to come out so he takes me to the hospital. He came up with a plan and an agreement between us. The agreement would be that, I will lie that I was kidnapped by masked men when I was on my way home and they raped me and later left me in a nearby bush. Adding to that, he will always give me half of his monthly salary as the reward. That sounded lucrative so I accepted the deal. 
He took me to the Adidome Hospital which was not too far from Agorkpo. He told the nurses that he found me by the village road bleeding so decided to help me. They asked me what happened and I told them what we agreed on. Everybody felt pity for me. I was then admitted to the hospital that night. The following day Sir. Louis came with my mother to see me. My mother shed tears upon seeing my face. “Aww! my daughter, I’m very sorry for what happened. Put the blame on me because I sent you. Please forgive me”, she said with tears. I also joined her with my eyes full of tears. 
Upon lab investigations, it was revealed that I was given a drug that made me weak. They asked me how it happened and I told the nurse that I didn’t know of that. The nurse asked me if I could recognise the faces of the rapists. I told them they were in masks and also blindfolded me so I didn’t see anything. “But I’m sure they were more than two”. They sympathised with me. I stayed at the hospital for four days before being discharged. Sir. Louis settled the hospital bill as well. My mother felt very indebted to him because she saw him to be a good Samaritan. My mother thanked him so much for his kind gestures. 
I returned to school after two weeks of continuous treatment at home. Our end of term exams was due. I was in J. H. S 1 going to J.H.S 2. 

The students who didn’t pay their printing fee were not allowed to write their papers but I had the chance to write because Sir. Louis paid mine as promised.
Sir. Louis became more nicer and caring towards me and my family. Almost everyday he was in our house to check up on me. He was gradually becoming part of the family. 
Because of how he became close to my family, my mother don’t find any fault from me whenever I told her I was coming from Sir. Louis’ house. 
One evening at his place, he requested for sex again. He said since I was no longer a virgin, there would be no problem if I engaged in sex. He equally assured me of taking care of me. The foreplay started and in no time, I was lost in the mood. Everything happened in the sitting room. I washed down at his place before going home. I didn’t feel that pain I experienced on the first instance instead, I enjoyed every part of it. I was gradually becoming an addict. As a means of keeping to his words, anytime he received his salary, he would buy me a new set of clothes. It was becoming a glare that there was something more than a mere teacher-student relationship from the other teachers. Some tried to interrogate me but I was smart enough to dodge their questions. 
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It just occurred to me that for the past two months I didn’t experience my menses and the third month was almost close. In that same week, I started feeling feverish. Very early in the morning, I had to run from my room and throw up. I noticed a green substance from my stomach but I didn’t care much. My breast was becoming bigger as well as I was feeling weak. My mother noticed the change and asked me what was wrong with me. I told her it was fever. I went to report my symptoms to Sir. Louis. The first question he asked me was when I last experienced my menses. I told him, close to three months, I’ve not seen it. “Forgive are you sure of what you are saying?” he asked. “Yes, you know I won’t lie to you.” I said. 
He stood up from where he was sitting and became restless. I could see sweats engulfed his singlet. “Did your mother ask you anything about this?”, he asked again. “Not really. She only asked what was wrong with me and I told her I was suffering from fever”. “OK. Good girl. Yes, it’s true. It is just a simple fever and I know one herbal medicine that can cure it within few minutes. First thing tomorrow morning I will go and get the herb for you. So ask permission and come here in the morning since you are on vacation. 
The next day, he went to get the herb and boiled it. Per the normal way of using the herb, it was supposed to be dried for about two days before boiling but because Sir. Louis had no time to waste, he boiled the herb as soon as he got home. As planned, I came to his place soon after my parents left to the farm with my other senior sister. 
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“Forgive I’ve boiled your herb for you. You are to take one full cup every two hours. It would be advisable you stay close to the toilet so beware of that. I think this one is already cold so you can take it now. 

He told me he will be going to a meeting in the village so by the time he returns, I would be fine. ” He offered me the herb in the cup as he stood up to get dressed. Unknowingly to me, the herb was meant for aborting pregnancies. He quickly dressed up and left me behind. After about thirty minutes, my stomach was on fire. It was as if my intestines were being cut off from my system. I was in serious pain. There was no one to call. Unlike these days where there are mobile phones to quickly call for help. After an hour to two, my heart started pumping very fast. My stomach inflamed and I found it difficult to breath. Before I realised, I started bleeding from my private part profusely. “What exactly is happening to me?”, I asked myself. I felt like passing urine and because of the pain, I decided to do it in the room. Ooops! the fetus came out. It was very small but a complete human being. Just that it has not fully formed. Not long after this, Sir. Louis came to see me in the mess. 
He knew what he had done, so the scene was nothing to make him  afraid when he saw me. He came to me bending before me and said, “Sorry for this pain you are going through. You were pregnant and since you are a student, I didn’t want you to drop out of school. The medicine was to terminate your pregnancy. You will be fine with time.” He said. I became motionless. Before he could realise, I fell into coma because of the over bleeding”. It looked like I passed out. 

He hurriedly went out for a taxi to rush me to the hospital. The blood from my private part had messed up my clothes. I was taken to the emergency ward upon arrival at the hospital. They fixed oxygen on me and did other procedures while I was unconscious. The doctor detected what happened but didn’t say anything. He called for my mother to come. The woman came and the doctor told her to call for Louis’ arrest because he nearly killed her daughter. My mother didn’t think twice before landing a heavy slap on Sir. Louis face. She went to call the police and likewise reported to our headmaster. The police came to take Louis away to their station. “Madam, you are the cause of your child’s problem. Why should you allow your child to be with this man to take care of her?” the headmaster told my mother. My mom pitied herself and regretted her actions. She decided to teach Sir Louis a lesson that he will never forget.
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Forgive Episode 2

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               FORGIVE

                 Episode 2
Will you be surprised if I should tell you that I did my first abortion at the age of thirteen? 

Yes I did. Because of my beauty, guys found it difficult to control their libido when they set their eyes on me. Louis was my class teacher and  a village champion by then. He looked handsome and almost every student liked him because he was friendly. At school, he do give us sex education so we knew he was a saint. He seemed to like me more than my other female friends in the class. Some of them went ahead to think that Sir. Louis was my boyfriend. Well, they might have not been too far from the truth. As the days went by, he became more nice to me. I was the only student he sends to buy food for him during break periods. Whenever he has some assignments to mark at home, I was the one to send the books home for him. 

My mother felt he was just a nice person. Sometimes my mother will make me send some farm produce to him. Amongst his colleague teachers, he was the only one having coloured television in his room so anytime I took books to his house, I do seize the opportunity to entertain myself with some TV programs, because we didn’t have a TV in my house. Sometimes I get home late and when asked why I was late, I do tell them I was helping Sir. Louis. 

I do go to his place to watch TV anytime my parent’s were not home,  and during such periods, he would ask me to cook for him before leaving. 

I was a virgin by then and knew nothing about the opposite sex relationship issues even though a lot of boys did approach me for a relationship because of my beauty but I never gave them the chance. 

I saw Sir. Louis as someone who could protect me against those guys, but little did I know he was their champion. 
There came one Saturday, when my parents were not around. I went to his place as usual, to watch my coloured TV.   In the process of watching the TV, I fell asleep in his chair. Unfortunately, the button of my dress accidentally got unbuttoned, exposing my breast which was not covered with a bra. At the age of thirteen, I had a well developed breast of course. 

Sir. Louis came into the room and spotted this amazing protruding front mechanical defenders of mine. He stood and stared for some minutes and satisfied his sight and then made a loud noise to alert me of his presence in the room. I woke up and saw that my breast was exposed. I quickly adjusted and closed the button. 
Sir. Louis: Forgive you’ve got a very beautiful breast. Wao! 
Me: oh sir. You are making me feel shy.
Sir. Louis: Forgive, come,  Come and sit beside me, I want to tell you something. Just come closer. 
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I went to sit close to him and he started telling me how beautiful I am. He said I’m the most beautiful girl in the whole village, In fact,  he confessed I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Doubled to that, I was very intelligent and smart, he added. I became very happy hearing all those compliments from my teacher. 

“I will make sure you pass all your exams at the final sitting if only you will do me one favour. And that favour must remain between the two of us.” He said. 

“Sir please what is it that you want me to do for you?” I asked. “Very simple, I want you to give me a deep kiss and that’s all.” He said. 

“Sir! But you taught us in class that we should refrain from this when we are not married and also we are too young to involve ourselves in this. Why do you then want me to do that.” I asked. “Forgive, I already told you how beautiful you are and I don’t want any other guy in this village to disturb you so I want to make you mine and protect you. Just a kiss won’t do you any harm? Come on, give me a hug” ” Sir no, Please I can’t do this. I’m leaving. My mother might be back by now so I have to go.” I said to him. “Forgive, so are you leaving me without even a hug?” he asked. 
I became confused because it was like I was disobeying my teacher. “Come on my sweet baby girl. Come and give Sir. Louis a warm hug” he said with a very romantic voice. I didn’t utter a word. I walked out of the room and left to my house. I was afraid to tell my mother what happened so I kept it to myself. 
The following day at school, I never felt like going closer to him. I saw a different Sir. Louis this time around. I was down the whole day till we closed. After school, he called me to his desk. “Forgive, why are you doing this to yourself? I will make you rich, buy you a car and nice things if you will only accept to be my girl. Stop behaving that way and come over to my place when you get home”. I didn’t respond to his speech and left for the house. I didn’t show up at school for the next three days under the pretence of not feeling well when my mum asked of my reason for not going to school. 

I went to school the following week, we were given an assignment which was based on topics taught in my absence. I didn’t do well in that test, so sir Louis asked me to stand in front of the class and tell the class the reason for my absence from school the previous days. 

I told them I had trouble with my health. 

I realised he was not giving me the usual attention that day. He sent another girl in my class to buy him his food and asked the same girl to send the books to his house after school. I felt jealous. 

That continued for the next week which increased my level of jealousy. I hardly paid attention in class because my mind was always preoccupied with thoughts of Sir. Louis. 

It got to the time when we were asked to come with our printing fee for the examination, if not we would not be allowed to take part in that term’s exams. My parents couldn’t get me the money so my mother asked me to tell Sir. Louis to plead on my behalf so that the school allows me to write the exams, thus giving her a grace period so she can pay in due time.  

I gathered courage and went to his house only to meet the same girl washing bowls for him. I asked of sir from her and she said he was in the bathroom. I waited until he came out. He was not very comfortable seeing me around at that time. “Forgive what brought you here this evening? ” he asked. “Sir please there is something my mother wants me to discuss with you” 

“OK let me dress up and come back to listen to you. But I hope your mother is doing well?” 

“Yes please, she is. ” I responded. 

I sat in his chair watching a program on the television as he went into his bedroom. In few minutes, he came out and instead of coming to me, he went to the kitchen and told the girl in there to leave what she was doing because I was around to do it. 

The girl didn’t feel okay,  but had no option than to leave. 
He came to give me some fruit juice to freshen up. Unknowingly to me, He added volume 10 to it. I sipped it in a relaxed manner. 
“Okay!  Now, tell me what brought you here this evening. ” he asked. 
“Sir, please, it’s about the printing fee we are to pay. My mother said I should tell you to plead on my behalf so that I write the paper. She will pay later because at the moment, there is nothing in the house.” I reported. 
“Oh that’s no problem. You know I am always ready to support you in everything. I will pay for you so tell your mother not to worry. I want to marry you so I can start taking responsibility of you from now.” he said. 
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I remained silent looking into his eyes. He came to sit beside me and started touching me from the confidential. I remained quiet as he enjoyed himself. I became aroused and very weak. The drug in the drink started working on me. Louis started kissing me and the next thing I remembered was that he was undressing me. I lost my consciousness. He carried me into his bedroom and raped me. Yes, he raped me because there was no agreement between us. I went into a deep sleep, so upon breaking my virginity, I was not conscious to clean myself after bleeding. 
It was very late and I had not return home making my mother very worried. “Why is Forgive becoming a bad girl like this?, she monologued. Just go and tell your teacher something and come and till now you are still not back home. You will come and meet me in this house”. My mother was monologuing whiles losing her patience. 

Sir. Louis himself was now disturbed. He didn’t expect the drug to break me that much because he poured only half of the drug into the drink. It was 9pm and I was still unconscious. He carried me and cleaned the blood on me. His bed sheets were soaked with my blood so he had to change it. I had not ate that day after school rendering me very weak. He managed to dress me up and carried me back to his hall were he carried me from and made me to lie down there. 

Around 10:30pm, I regained my consciousness. I could feel a very painful sharp pain in my abdomen. It was as if, pepper had been smeared on my private part.

My mother became worried and impatient, she could not bear it any longer, so she followed up to Mr. Louis place to ask of me. 
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Knocking…… 
My mother was at the front door of Sir. Louis’ house knocking. 

Sir saw her from the window and knew there was surely going to be fire on the mountain if my mother finds me in this condition. 

“Sir what have you done to me?” I asked.

I can’t stand. My abdomen is paining me terribly.
Talking under tone. “Forgive please keep quiet. Your mother is around. Go into my bedroom. I will tell her you left not long ago. Please do that for me if not we will both be in trouble” 

“Sir I can’t stand or walk. But why will you lie to my mother as I’m in pain? Allow my mother to carry me home.” I said. Still under tone. 

“Forgive I’m begging you in the name of God. Please help me to help you.”
“Is there no one in this house! Teacher Louis where is my daughter?”, My mother asked loudly. 
Sir carried me to the bedroom and laid me on his bed. He went out to meet my  mother. 
“Are you trying to tell me you were not hearing me when I was knocking or calling? By the way where is my daughter? ” My mother angrily asked. 
“Mother can you please calm down and tell me what brought you to my house this night?” he said. 
Mother: My friend don’t infuriate me. I heard my daughter’s voice in your room. Go inside and call her for me.” 
Sir. : Mother I don’t understand what you are saying. Come clear. 
My mother pulled him out of the door and entered into the room. “where is my daughter? ” she asked again. I could hear my mother’s voice but I was too weak to alert her. My eyes landed on his bloody bed sheet  in a bucket beside his bed. “Jesus Christ! What is this? ” I asked myself shockingly.
To be continued…. 
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