ONE WRONG TURN
EPISODE 3
We Just kept looking at each other’s eyes, for the first time, I looked at him without turning my face away. My heart was beginning to melt deep down inside, it was just like a dream come true. He had really innocent eyes, his gaze was pure and directed, he barely blinked. For once, I noticed his pink thin lips, they looked so lovely. His eyes made me flutter inside.
I felt weak and vulnerable. He moved his hands to my cheeks, gently brushing them. Cold shivers ran down my spine. This is a great sin am about to commit, I said to myself, I felt guilty inside. He pulled me closer and kissed me. I was scared to death, I wanted to resist this, but I knew I did not want this to end.
It was my first kiss, something I never thought I could experience this early being in the custody of my strict parent. Suddenly, he pulled his lips away from mine, got up and started apologizing profusely,
” I’m sorry Ruth, I didn’t mean to do that, I was just carried away, I didn’t mean it please. Don’t be offended”.
I stood up, feeling a little disappointed. I didn’t want the sensation to end. I grabbed his shirt, pulled him closer to myself and kissed him. I could tell he was a little startled, even my own boldness surprised me, was I stupid or something?. I have never felt anything like this before. Why then did mum lie to me that guys are not different from a wolf? I asked myself, cos the experience of my first encounter with a guy felt like living in heaven…
Suddenly, someone shouted from the window, ” Children of Satan! I have caught you today”.
*Shocked*…What have I gotten myself into?..
We both turned around, and behold it was the Catechist. He started walking menacingly towards us. I hid behind Matthew, and buried my head in his back. I was deeply ashamed. Reality had struck me. The Catechist is a friend of our family, he and my dad were in the church planning committee. He has always praised my dad for having well-behaved children. I knew I was in big trouble, there was no way I was going to get out of this, at least not without some lashes from my father.
The Catechist tried to snatch me away from Mathew’s back, but we kept turning him in circles. He grew angry, and slapped Matthew. Matthew stood motionless, holding his face in his palm, as the Catechist snatched me from behind him.
“You this lady, what have you turned to all of a sudden?” He lifted his hands, and aimed a slap at my face. I shut my eyes tightly, anticipating the sting from the slap. It never came. After a few seconds, I slowly opened my eyes, and looked up. Matthew had intercepted the slap, he held the Catechist’s hand in the air as they struggled. Sarah hurriedly walked into the building, she was shell-shocked when she saw Matthew and the catechist.
I could see the disbelief in her eyes as she held her mouth in her palm. She beckoned on me to follow her, and bolted away. As I took the first step towards my escape, the catechist shouted
“will you stop there” I froze. He let go of Matthew, and grabbed hold of my hand.
“I will take you to your father personally, he must know that you are now a prostitute” he taunted.
At this point, tears began to roll down my cheeks, I fell on my knees pleading and sobbing, promising never to repeat this mistake. Matthew joined the begging but all to no avail. He dragged me out of the building, all the way to his motorcycle, order me to climb on, and zoomed off, to my father’s house. I was shedding tears all the way, I know my father will be at home at this time.
How bad can this get? I kept wondering as tears flowed freely.
My house was a 5 minute drive from church, We arrived in no time. 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” he 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. His glasses Hung on his nose. He was so engrossed to notice who just entered the sitting room.
“Ekurole sir (good evening 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?.
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The catechist jumped in.
“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! I was really shocked. Even when I wanted to correct them, the boy started fighting me”………
“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. 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 too 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 await mum’s reaction on the matter as I lay on my bed.
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What can you say about this Ruth inward statement "All I needed at this moment is just parental care, guidance and advise instead of the beating am getting"
Is she right at this age or she really needs the beating from her parents?
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