IF YOU TELL ANYONE - PART 2

By Adeyalo Kolawole

IG: @adeyalo

“Uncle no” I said to him half pleading half scared stiff.

He was no longer smiling and he furiously rubbed my vagina until i hurt. His eyes were blood shot and his mouth opened a little. Tears rimmed my eyes and i furiously fought with him in a bid to escape.

“Stay there you idiot don’t even try to fight me. Do you want your mother to die? abi you don’t want me to give you food or money again? just shut up”.

IF YOU TELL ANYONE - PART 1

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By Adeyalo Kolawole

IG: @adeyalo

PART ONE

I wasn’t born with a spoon; talk less of having a silver one. By logic, I was born with dark concoctions, through unbelievable stress. My dad died trying to provide for a child he needed, but couldn’t take care of, while my mother just had to make due with carrying her bowl down the street in a bid to salvage peanut from the well-wishers. I turned 10 amidst turmoil and bad weathers and piercing eyes.

It is safe to say I am very beautiful; blue eyes, long hair, soft body and naturally red lips. I drew a lot of pity and generosity from people who only gave because they wanted to help a fine girl. For some reason, they were all confused that I was still in the slum with my mother.