That Second Daddy

Most times, mothers think that everyone adult that comes around is Family.

I am all grown now and via experience I can tell you that the word 'family' is very relative.

At age 9, daddy left the world and We {Mummy, My Younger brother and myself} were left to tackle life.

Oh, I can tell you vividly that my mum is the sweetest woman I have ever known and she leaves her heart open to everyone at any point in time.

It wasn't an easy journey to face life with two kids with a teaching job, but she is a falconess. She went all way out through woods and iron to get us everything we needed. 

I don't know if I would be as strong as she is right now, but I think I am emerging. We were left with uncles and aunties from my father's family, who were indeed kind to us.


Everyday till I became a teenager, someone from my father's family always came around to check on us and brought some goodies along. But there's a BUT somwhere. 

My father's second brother came in too often, he was kind to others and to me... I think the 'kindness' was special.

A dirty Kindness.''Funbi, your second daddy is here, go and greet him, Mum will say,''

I would run innocently to him, as usual he will lift me up, spin me and eventually carry me on his laps.

But on that lap, a finger went through the skin of my butt everytime...

I couldn't explain why that was going on, innocent child like me. In fact, he will intentionally place his hands on his laps, hold me with one and place the other one underneath it, caressing my butt, and somethings itching through my butt line. It was a dramatic fit but then, He's second daddy.  And he wouldn't let me go until I struggle to mutter, "I want to Urinate."

When I  say that, I will run and never come back. I couldn't tell my mother what it was because I was too young to decipher but I knew it was strange. Most times, I would decline greeting him but mummy would scream at me for not greeting second daddy, and he would do the same thing everytime before leaving.
Then one day, mummy said second Daddy will be spending time with us. He wasn't married though, so I guess that gave him the leverage.

''He is such a kind man and I guess coming here brings the memory of his elder brother, she said." 'I was gloomy and couldn't utter a word. Why would second daddy want to come here, fear gripped me but I couldn't speak out, I could sense evil. Indeed, Second daddy came and the devil had his tea served Hot. My mum went for prayers that night and didn't come back until the following day. We were home with second daddy and my elder brother who was 13 at that time. The night was quite peaceful until I went to the toilet to urinate.

My elder brother who sleeps like a log of wood, was oblivious of his environment. 

As I entered the bathroom to urinate, second daddy came with his hostile smile and locked the door behind me.


I was shivering, he hushed my mouth and asked me to squat, I did and he started penetrating me through his fingers. When he was satisfied, he left. I was crying, intent with pain and hate but I couldn't speak out. When I came out, My brother was still sleeping.

I couldn't sleep anymore till my mother came back and she anointed us with the oil she got from church. I became sick, very sick that she was scared. She started praying and eventually took me to the hospital.

To be Continued

 

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