BROKEN MIRROR EP 12

 Episode 12. 

"You are here to see your friend, isn't it?" Adaobi's mother asked and I replied affirmatively.

I was told that she and her elder brother were sent to a boarding school, so they can face their studies squarely, because their results for the last session was not impressive. 

I felt heartbroken hearing the news. I was not happy to be separated from my friend, but I believed that whenever there was a break from school, we would all get to see again. Once in a while, I stopped by their house to check if they were back. 

I started getting close to Victor and in no time, we became 5 and 6. We were always together, in and outside class. Our classmates used to call us husband and wife. I was not the type to make friends easily, but if I have any friend, I am very loyal to them.

Gradually, I started introducing innocent Victor to all I had learnt over the months; kissing, romancing and all.  Sometimes, I would get angry that he couldn't help me fill the emptiness in my heart and meet my emotional needs.

We would sneak to an hidden part of the school to carry out our immoralities, until we were caught one day at the back of an empty classroom. The teacher that caught us was very shocked seeing us in such shameful act, especially for Victor, who was known to be serious with his academics.

 We were taken to the staff room and given 3 options. The first is that we should bring our parents to school where they would be informed of our vice.

The second is that we would be flogged on the assembly ground the next day, which was a shameful beating. 

The third option is that every teacher that enters our class will flog us and this would go on for the rest of the week.

None of the options given to us was favourable. I knew that our parents must never hear of our actions; the consequence would be severe. Also, i couldn't risk being flogged on the assembly ground in the presence of all the students. If i should opt for the third option, i don't pray it should include our mathematics or into tech teacher. These two teachers can beat a dead child back to live and a living child to death.

After much consideration, we were handed over to our class teacher to receive 12 strokes of the cane each. Also, we were instructed to always come to the staff room every day to spend our break period for the rest of the week.

Victor stopped talking to me because he didn't want to get into any problem again. Later on, Victor was taken to another desk and I was all by myself. 

After much search, my parents eventually got another maid instead of a house boy. Aunty Mimi was raised in a french speaking environment but she could communicate a little in English and Yoruba.

Having the maid distracted my father a little, but he didn't stop touching me. I noticed he began to withdraw from me. I was already used to him, but he was becoming unavailable.

I assumed it was because his work was becoming more demanding. Somehow, i discovered that he had introduced the new maid, aunty Mimi into the whole escapade. 

I was angry and jealous that he substituted me with a maid who had barely stayed 3 months with us. Mom on the other hand was not available to know all that was going on.

It was a whole lot of me, but I had to keep pushing through all the phases.

Days ran into weeks and weeks into months, the Junior class final examination was over and we were all asked to choose the department of our choice. My interest in finding solution to people's problems made me choose science department, with the thought that I would someday become a doctor.

I was doing pretty fine academically, so I was encouraged to go for the sciences. I often got distracted as I found it hard to restrain myself from touching my body or looking for ways to relief myself of my sexual urges.

I wanted to be among the most powerful in my set, so i did everything and anything possible to stand out. There were cliques in every class and set, so i had to look for those who fit into my lifestyle. Also, i made a lot of  male friends. 

I was forced to join the choir in church even though I had no interest. My parents wanted me to function in church, especially in a conspicuous unit like the choir, being a child of renowned members.

A family that used to pray together became so busy that we went months without praying. subsequently, i came to believe that it was not prayer that provided those things I needed back then, but that my parents could afford to get them.

My orientation about so many things began to change until a time when one of the cliques that I moved with started introducing me to students outside our school.

That was when I met Henry.

"Please I need to urinate, I will continue when I get back" I quickly told the officer. I didn't know they would have so much time to listen to all my rants. I was escorted to the toilet in  handcuffs.

"Where did I stop sir?" I asked as I took my seat.