My Life Story; Episode 3

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My house was a 5 minute drive from church. We arrived in no time, of course the catechist asked the bike rider to speed fast he was so anxious to break the news to my parents. The catechist jumped off the bike like a professional high jumper. The look on his face was one of excitement rather than anger, I couldn’t understand why. Maybe he has been looking for my downfall for long, who knows! He banged repeatedly on the gate with so much vigor, as if he was trying to drive a nail through it with his bare palm.

“Yes? Come in”, an obviously irritated voice replied from the compound.
The gate flew open, and I was surprise to see David. How did he get home before me? I wondered. He too was bewildered to see me soaked in tears, with the catechist maintaining a firm grip on my hand, as if I was a criminal.
“Good evening sir” David muttered.
“Is your father at home?” The catechist queried…..
Yes but……
He interrupted before David could finish the statement. He pushed him out of the way, and dragged me along, I was already sobbing uncontrollably. David locked the gate quickly, and ran after us.

The sitting room door flew open, there was my father. He was lying on the sofa with a copy of the “ Hear My Story” Story written by Olajide, covering his face. His glasses Hung on his nose. He was so engrossed to notice who just entered the sitting room.

“Ekurole sir” the catechist greeted in Yoruba language.

My father recognized the voice, and quickly sat up on the sofa. He turned around, and immediately saw me cringing behind the catechist, sobbing loudly. He sprang up from his seat, and rushed towards me.

“Ruth, are you okay? Where have you been, what happened to you? Who beat you? Did you run into bad boys on your way home?

The catechist jumped in, he couldn’t even wait for my dad to finish… This catechist sef 🙄

“You won’t believe were I saw your daughter just now. This small girl is now a prostitute”.

My father was startled, a look of confusion enveloped his face.
“What is he talking about?” He quizzed, directing a stern gaze at me.

The catechist continued. ”you know that house we are building for Reverend father, the one at the other end of our compound. I have been going there to inspect the place for more than one month now, each time I go there every Saturday morning, I always pick up condom sachet, and even used condoms. I wondered how this was made possible in the church premises. So today I said I must go and see what is always happening there every Friday and to know the perpetrators of such ungodly act. On getting, behold! I saw your daughter, with that useless boy called Matthew. The position I met them both ehn! Your daughter was having ungodly intercourse with that boy! I was really shocked. Even when I wanted to correct them, the boy started fighting me”…

“This catechist sabi lie o😒.. Wonderful!”.. My thoughts

“Enough!” Thundered my father. He turned towards me with blood shut eyes,
“Ruth, so you have decided to disgrace me? After all my discipline?”
No daddy, I did not….

A slap landed on my cheeks before I could finish. The slap I couldn’t collect at the parish😂. I had barely recovered from the shock of the slap, before my father took off his slippers and began to give me a thorough beating of my life. I tried to run away, but daddy grabbed hold of me, threw me to the floor and kicked me, he was just to strong for me to take any action.

“You want to bring shame to my name? You want to make me a laughing stock? So this is why you wanted to go to practice alone eh? So that you can turn to another thing . You refused to come home with your brother. I will kill you before you disgrace me. Foolish!”.

I was on the floor, wailing and screaming in pain. My immediate elder brother Daniel rushed out from his room. My agonizing screams must have alerted him. He rushed straight at me on the floor, and shielded me from my father’s wrath and slippers.

“Daniel get out of my sight, let me kill this prostitute” Dad roared.
“No, daddy, It’s enough, she is the only sister I have, maybe you should kill two of us.” Daniel fired back.
Dad struck him in the head with the slippers, before putting it back on.
“Your mother will continue from where I stop when she returns from work” he said, as he made his way towards his room.

Daniel helped me up to my feet, the catechist and David were nowhere at sight, as he carried me off to my bedroom. I laid motionless on my bed, staring at the ceiling with tears falling freely from my eyes. my whole body ached. A lot of thoughts rushed through my mind. I was truthfully guilty, but the catechist exaggerated & fabricated the whole event that ensued between I & Matthew. Daddy did not even listen to me. He now thinks I am a…. Well maybe mummy will listen to me, she will understand that I am not a bad girl. This is just a feeling I couldn’t control cos I’ve never felt this before. All I needed at this moment is just parental care, guidance and advise instead of the beating am getting. I will await mum’s reaction on the matter as I lay on my bed.


I must have been in the room for close to two hours, lost in my own thoughts. I wasn’t crying anymore. A blank stare registered on my face.

My door flew open suddenly, the sound of the door knob slapping the opposite wall jolted me back to reality. I must have been so carried away, I didn’t notice she had returned from work. She hasn’t undressed at all, she was still wearing her white gown. It was her uniform. She is a nurse, who runs her own maternity somewhere in a local community in Lagos, Ajegunle. Her presence brought about another round of tears. I actually thought she was going to pacify me, or at least hear my part of the whole situation. But the look on her face told a different story. It was a look of indignation and outright disappointment. She stood there looking at me for a few seconds before she finally spoke out.

“So you have started sleeping with those small small boys in church abi?”
“Mummy I did not…..”
“Shut up”
“It wasn’t……. ”
“Keep quiet, she said! Now tell me, how long have you been sleeping with him?”
“Mummy, it’s a lie, I didn’t sleep with anyone, I have not done it before, I’m a virgin I swear…. I replied, crying, hoping my tears would convince her.
“Hmmm, we will see about that, I’m coming” she said, as she walked away from my room.

I stayed on my bed, confused, and wondering what my mum was up to. I couldn’t tell if she believed me or not. At least she hasn’t added to my father’s torture yet.

Twenty minutes passed, I must have been falling asleep when my door flew open again. My mum was back. She had taken off her uniform. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. She was clutching on to a pair of surgical gloves. Gently, she locked the door, and began to wear the gloves. A lot ran through my mind. Why did she lock my door? What does she need surgical gloves for? Today was the day all my affection for my mum died and was buried!


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