‘Where is the bed sheet?’ My lips didn’t move. She picked another clean cloth from the wardrobe and spread it out on the bed before putting me to bed and covering me with the blanket.
Within minutes, I was on my way to dream land. That night I saw my uncle followed by six men, all dressed in black, approaching my bed. I screamed.
The sweet voice I heard woke me up the following morning. I opened my eyes to find my mother sitting beside my bed. I stared at her.
‘Sarah, it’s mum.’
I stared at her. My mother stood up from the bed puzzled. My father also walked in, ran to me and hugged me tight. I didn’t move an inch.
Mum just kept looking at me. I knew she could sense that something was wrong. There was a strong connection between us, a bond so strong that it crossed the normal mother to child relationship. My father pulled me gently out of bed and I spread out my legs, limping. My aunt and her husband entered.
‘Dupe, what happened to my daughter?’ My mother asked, clearly worried
‘I’m surprised too. I came back from the market yesterday and saw her in that state. Maybe it’s malaria or she is homesick.’
My mother faced me, ready to get to the end of this. That’s how I know her. She wouldn’t give up. She sat on the ground and pulled me in front of her. She tried closing my legs but I let out a loud cry.
‘Angel, what happened?’ I remained silent
‘You know you can talk to me right? Mummy loves you and will keep you safe. When did this start?’
She felt for my thighs and I quickly pushed her hand away. Just then, Uncle Richard stood behind my mother as my mouth began to form some incoherent words. I looked at him and the fear in my eyes returned. My mother quickly followed the direction of my eyes and caught her brother-in-law’s glaring countenance. In a flash, she got up and slapped my uncle. Then she grabbed his shirt.
‘What did you do to my daughter?’
Another slap followed as tears ran down my mother’s eyes. My father tried to pull them apart and my aunt was already furious.
‘How dare you accuse my husband falsely? Are you out of your mind Shade? Are you insinuating that my husband slept with your daughter, a six year old girl for that matter?’….
Continued in Part 3..