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Tanwa

  The ride to the Owolabi estate was silent, but at certain times Mr Martin would would start a conversation with the truck driver, most conversations which were not very clear to me.

They were either talking about the Lagos traffic, or the Nigerian Police, these topics I found to be boring.
But only one thing kept disturbing my mind as I gripped unto what happened about an hour ago.

Who would suspect Mrs Sheldon, and I believe she's legally married or maybe she's divorced.
Either way I have known Mr Martin to be a cunning man.

..........

I stood there confused as I sketched an escape plan in my brain... What should I do? I asked myself as I cracked my brain, continuously turning around to see if Mr Martin will crawl out of somewhere.

I turned to face the hotel when an old man called me, I could easily tell he was Yoruba by the twelve tribal marks that was shared on his two cheeks.

He looked like he was in his late seventies with scary scars that told tales of his past.

I was a bit startled when he called me but I thought he might know where Mr Martin is so I answered him immediately.

Taking gentle steps towards the hotel painted green as I admired the exterior designs. And judging by his uniform he is a gate man.
"Are you looking for someone?" He asked hitting the nail on the head.

I sighed with relief and started to describe Mr Martin as a tall, muscular, dark man in his mid forties.
But I was a bit surprised that the man was very fluent in English speaking, so how then did he end up as a gate man?
I asked myself as I reasoned the matter that was clearly none of my business.

"I did see him, with another woman which I assumed to be his wife... His he your father?." The old man asked me and I shook my head immediately. God forbid!
I will never have such a disgusting father! But it was stupid of me to say that... I mean my father and mother committed adultery before they had me so they are disgusting. Whatever!

"No sir, that's my uncle and landlady, please where did they go sir?." I asked also noticing the old man's jaws that dropped like I said something shocking.

"Landlady?" he asked, his brows laced with curiosity and a  surprised look spread across his wrinkled face.

"Yes, please where did they go sir?" I asked looking curious as I turned my head around still in search for Mr Martin.

"Well they went in, I think they went to see someone, that I don't know but you can find out from the receptionist." The old man uttered after a heavy sigh, shaking his head like he just heard a shocking news.

Well I'm also surprised, what are those two doing in an hotel?, well what do they do in an hotel? Only three things happen in an hotel in Nollywood movies!

It's either they are here for a business discussion, or they are here to get a roof over their head and it's certainly not that.... So they are here for...............

No wonder the gate man thinks they are married!
Are they here for....?

Those thoughts kept dancing in my brain until I got into the hotel.

"Hello there how may I help you?" the polite receptionist asked as my eyes scanned the hotel, the bar room and everything.

"Hello there." she called again this time gaining the attention of my curious protuberant eyes as I catched glances of couples kissing and making out.

"Emm... I'm, Imma looking for my uncle." I uttered, she stared at me a bit confused, my eyes still scanning the hotel in search for Mr Martin.

"Sorry but I don't know you or your uncle, mind telling me his name?" She asked again after letting out a sigh.
I was barely listening to her and just then my eyes landed on Mrs Sheldon and Mr Martin.

My eyes bulging out like never before as I saw them having this intense kissing scene.
I placed my hand over my mouth .

"Is that your uncle?" the receptionist asked with curiosity
I just nodded as I moved close to the counter making sure Mr Martin wouldn't notice me.

"He and that woman are a regular costumer, is she also your aunt?" The receptionist asked, she was more interested in this topic than the welfare of the hotel.

Typical Naija receptionists....

"No she's my Landlady." I replied as we both stared at them kissing and smooching one another like their life depended on it.

And they were busy with the make out session for like fifteen minutes, I could swear I saw him place his hands under Mrs Sheldon's skirt.

"They already used like two hours in room twenty seven." the receptionist said tapping me on the shoulder, she was in for more gist.

"Really?" I asked, acting like I was that surprised, I mean they've been gone for two hours already.

"Yes oo, that's their shortest time here, last Friday they spent the whole night here." the receptionist added as my mind went back to last Friday when Mr Martin said he was going for a quick meeting... Who goes to meetings in the evening?!

"What... He's despicable." I uttered although I was getting tired of watching them make out.
And soon they both got up ready to leave.

"bye bye." I said before rushing out of the hotel, making sure not to bump into anyone.
I greeted the Old man and I told him that I have seen who I am looking for.

I returned home and told the truck man that I could not find Mr Martin and in five minutes time Mr Martin and Mrs Sheldon came back, pretending to talk about some business... Who are they kidding... They were literally biting each other's lips a while ago.

"Oga oyah let's go to avoid traffic." The truck man uttered I sat in the middle of uncle and the truck driver and I was not only bored but also uncomfortable sitting in between two males especially when one has once tried to assault me.

I just wish this ride could be faster than ever, but when the driver stopped the car I knew it was not going to be over any moment soon.

He parked by the roadside as he stopped the car.
"Sir I want to quickly see someone here." he uttered pointing at the other side of the road.
Mr Martin nodded before saying an audible 'okay.'and he driver left after slamming the driver's door shut.

He stood near the car checking the other cars that were moving on the road, looking left and right before attempting to cross.

God why would you leave me in a situation like this? And why would the driver leave me with this man?!

I started thinking of the worst that could happen, I really am not comfortable sitting with him and before I knew it he slowly paced around behind my back.

Carefully moving his hand slowly around my butt, I flinched staring at him with my eyes widely opened.

"Don't touch me." I uttered suddenly gaining the courage to speak.

A puzzled look crawled unto his face and he suddenly felt irritated by my reaction... What's wrong with this man?
A few hours ago the horny son of a bitch was biting unto Mrs Sheldon's lips!

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" He asked like I am his slave or something.
He tugged unto my trousers pulling me till I was seating on his laps.
I struggled until he was holding my two hands.

What if the windows ain't tilted?
This is an express way, no ones gonna see us.
No ones gonna help me....

"Sir please stop this." I begged still resisting as he fought with my button.

I was starting to loose it, in the village no guy dared to touch me... I was so rude to the opposite sex and I went as far as placing a slap across their cheek when they tell me lies about how much they love me.... Those were guys, guys seeking love!

And here is my aunt's husband, seeking intimacy, adultery and fornication, I'm not in for molestation and no man's going to come between my legs before my wedding night.

Over my dead body! I thought
And just then he opened my button shoving his rough filthy hands into my trousers.

I struggled hard before biting his arm hard, he would always remember the mark I left him.

"What the fuck?! You are gonna pay for thiiis!" He uttered, frustration dancing on his wrinkled face.

I didn't care of what he said as I continued to step on his feet like my life depended on it... Who am I kidding my life depends on it!

Loosing my virginity does not go with my tradition or religion, so why would I let that happen?

He pulled unto my hair as I winced in pain bending my head backwards. I begged as tears rolled down my cheek... They need to know that pulling a person by the hair is really painful.

"Please uncle, please!" I begged as I struggled to set my hair free, how come no one can come to my rescue... God do something!

"You've grown wings right, I'll show you where you belong pussy cat!" He screamed in my ear like he wanted me to go deaf.

He continued his jouney in my trousers whilst holding on to my hair as if it was not a big deal.
My head was aching and my face instantly turned red.

"Plea—" I was about to beg again when he pushed me off his laps, my back landing roughly on the gear.

"You got lucky this time." He uttered looking very angry.
I turned my head to see the driver as I immediately buttoned  my trousers.

Thank Goodness!

I cleaned my face and just under my eye lids so the driver won't know I was crying a few seconds ago.

"Oga sorry for taking long." He uttered as he slammed the door shut, he twisted the keys and started the car.

I don't think I can ever forget today, God have mercy please let this man return to his business trip.

I prayed because the Lord answers the prayers of children.... I'm still sixteen.

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