My Life Story; Episode 8
Hannah and Joseph took a stroll to the boutique upstairs, she bought quite a lot of cloths which Joseph paid for. Joseph requested that Hannah accompanied him home, which she obliged to without much hesitation. Hannah knew she was going to sleep with Joseph, and she was prepared, it was something she had done often. They both left while Matthew and I were shopping.
Joseph called a friend of his to pick them up from the plaza. Hannah had no idea where Joseph stays. Joseph’s friend took them to a residential building not quite far from the plaza. It was a four bedroom flat, with a largely unkempt surrounding. The grasses were tall, almost growing into the house itself.
It looked quite abandoned, except for the foot-wears that lined the entrance to the house, coupled with the strong smell of Indian hemp that dominated the atmosphere. There were other boys in the well furnished, but untidy sitting room. They were smoking, and drinking all sort of drinks when Hannah and Joseph walked in. After a slight exchange of ‘GUYS’ greetings and handshakes, Joseph introduced Hannah as his “little girl” and escorted her into a room in the house. The room was untidy and stuffy, probably hasn’t been swept for over a week. The sheets smelled of sweat, with different colours of stains spattered around it.
Joseph pushed Hannah to the bed lightly, and began to kiss and undress her. He met absolutely no resistance, not that it would have mattered as he was slightly drunk, and Hannah knew she was there for that purpose. They were both naked when Hannah remembered that Joseph wasn’t using a protection. She questioned Joseph on this, which he declined giving a reply to. Hannah insisted, and an argument ensued. She threatened to leave if Joseph would not provide a protection.
Her threat obviously infuriated Joseph, as he slapped her across her face. She tried to get up, but Joseph held her down on the bed, covered her mouth with his palm and forced his way. He molested her for more than 20 minutes, before letting go of her. Hannah stood up and reigned insults on him. Joseph walked out of the room, and Hannah began to dress herself up. The door to the room flew open, and the 5 boys from the sitting room strolled in, with a wicked smile registered on their faces. She was still partially half-naked, she knew what she was in for and there was so little she could do. The five of them took turns on her. Joseph was no where in sight. She got nothing from the whole day’s show, as the money they gave her was barely enough for her transportation.
Cold shivers ran down my spine as I imagined the scenario. I started having a second thought on sneaking out of school ever again. But on a second thought, Thank God Matthew wasn’t like his cousin, I thought to myself.
Hannah changed into her school uniform, we packaged our cloths inside her bag, and walked towards our classroom. She was still very uncomfortable walking, so we had to help her. At this time, we had completely missed the first lesson after break. The subject was Biology. It was unusual for me to miss classes. I kept looking around suspiciously, my heartbeat increased as we approached the classroom.
“What are you doing outside”? A voice shouted from behind us. We turned around, it was our Biology teacher Mr Makanjuola, adjusting his trousers. He must have come this way to ease himself.
“I just finished with your class, the three of you were absent. Where are you coming from?” He said, walking towards us.
“Our friend is sick, we took her to the hospital” Sarah replied pointing towards Hannah.
I nodded in agreement, as Hannah actually looked sick. But I could tell from his expression that he did not buy the story we were presenting.
“So when a student is sick, you take her to the hospital without a gate pass? And how come she is back to school with you?.. What is she carrying inside that bag?” he asked, grabbing the bag from me and searching through its content.
Busted! I said within myself. This wasn’t going to end well. I started to fidget, hoping Sarah will come up with a more believable lie.
“We have gate pass sir” Sarah replied unconvincingly.
“Shut up there! Whose bag is this” he asked directing a firm gaze at me. “Its mine” Sarah cut in before I could speak.
“Everything inside is mine” Sarah replied sharply.
“Come to my office and explain what you are doing with a bag full of cloths and a new mobile phone before the end of today, or else I will personally send messages to your parents and you will be expelled”.
I know sending message to Sarah’s parent will surely turn things round and eventually ends on my path. How do I get out of this again?
Mr Makanjuola walked away briskly, taking Sarah’s bag along with him. We walked silently into our classroom. Thankfully, there was no teacher in the class. I sat on my seat, with my head on the desk. I was in a panic mode. My father would kill me if he had any idea of what had transpired today. Sarah and Hannah were deeply involved in a discussion at the other end of the classroom. Sarah walked up to my seat, and touched me lightly, interrupting my thoughts.
“You look so tensed Ruth & I hate it. This will make things worse”
“Shouldn’t I be? My dad will kill me if Mr Makanjuola reports. I’m finished” I said, almost sobbing.
“I’ll handle Mr Makanjuola, he won’t report. I’m going to see him right now, I will take care of everything. Just act normal.” Sarah was one handy friend. I was quite reassured by her words, as she left the classroom. I knew what she was capable of.
The next lesson proceeded as usual. Except for an interruption from the principal, reminding us that we would begin extra lessons the following week. As soon as the teacher left, Sarah entered with Hannah’s bag firmly rested on her back. She dropped it on Hannah’s desk and walked up to me. I was quite surprised she got the bag.
“So what happened?” I asked rather excitedly.
“Forget about it, that man is a dog, I simply gave him what he wanted” Sarah’s response shocked the daylight out of me. My mouth opened in surprise. Perhaps I had misinterpreted her response, so I asked again plainly.
“You mean you did it with him inside his office just now?”
“what is your own?” Sarah fired, sounding a little angry. That was when I knew the kind of friends that I’m really involved with. “Or I should have allowed him to tell your parents? I did that because of you, so get over it.” Sarah replied. I was shocked.
I kept staring at her with my eyes and mouth wide open. My gaze must have embarrassed her a little, as she waved her palm across my face.
“Do you think I’m the only one he has slept with?” Sarah asked defensively, leading my gaze towards our class captain.
I shook my head, everyone knew Mr Makanjuola to be a serial womaniser. Rumour had it that he almost Molested our class captain in his office when she went to submit assignments. Seeing that Sarah was slightly upset, I thanked her for coming to my rescue, and tactfully changed the subject.
“Principal said we would begin extra lectures next week”
“Really? Sarah said excitedly.
“Hope your mother will not be coming to pick you after the lesson?” Sarah asked, eagerly anticipating a response
“Probably not” I replied
“Good, because we are so grooving it. There’s this place I‘ll like Matthew to take us to…..”
The closing bell interrupted her mid-way, and we both got up. I transferred all items belonging to me from Hannah’s bag into mine and headed for the car park to meet my mum. I looked around and spotted her Black Mazda. In her usual spot. She was often the first parent to arrive for school-run, hence her spot was always free. I greeted her as I took my seat beside her. She responded, fixing her gaze on my wrist.
“That’s an expensive wrist watch, whose own is it?” She asked, focusing all attention on me. “It belongs to Sarah, I forgot to give it back to her” I lied “Okay, better return it now before you spoil it”
I stepped out of the car and carried my school bag along. I walked all the way back to my classroom, in search of Sarah.
She and Hannah were walking towards the gate house when I sighted them. I caught up with them and handed my wrist watch and phone over to her.
“My mum is asking questions” I said hurriedly. Sarah accepted the items, keeping them safely in her bag. “Don’t forget them at home, see you tomorrow”.
I hurried quickly towards the car park to meet my mum. The rest of the week was uneventful. We were eagerly anticipating the commencement of our lessons the following week. It would turn out to be the week when the “good girl” died.