Dear Diary: My Confession (Part 3)

We moved to a new 2-bedroom apartment about 3 months after Honorable first bought corn from us. He & Mama became good friends and he came to our house a lot, and at any time too. Afterall, he paid for the apartment.

One day, Mama told me Honorable was coming to visit us but she had to go out. She added that I should be nice to him. I wondered why mama said this; I was always nice to him.

Like he always did, he knocked once and opened the door immediately. He had a habit of not waiting to get any response. He looked different that night; it was the first time I would see him in a shirt and pair of pants. The trousers were too tight, so tight I feared it would rip open when he sat down.

I knelt down to greet him but he pulled me up and pinched my nipple. I was too startled to feel the pain of my still budding breasts. What was he up to? I needed mama to come home now.

“Has your mother told you to co-operate?”, he said, while he wriggled his hips to free the choked penis in his pants.

I made to the door, but he pulled me back with the hem of my skirt. I started crying. He mumbled something about not having time for rubbish and brought his cell phone out to make a call.

I was relieved when he said “Hello Mama Ori“. Finally, my mother to the rescue. She was going to make sure he never came to visit us again. I trusted her.

He handed the phone over to me and before I could say Mama, I heard “Ori, if you know you are my daughter, please do what he wants” from the other end of the call.

When did Mama start calling me Ori? She had never called me that name before. I hated Ori more than Orimisan. Again, why did she not allow me talk before she ended the call? Was Mama OK? Maybe Mama had been kidnapped and “co-operating” with Honorable was the only way she would be released. These were my thoughts.

Honorable moved closer to me and told me to take off my clothes.

Why wasn’t I crying?, I thought, but then I tasted the warm salty fluid on my lips. I ran to the door and shook it so hard. He let me try. He had locked the door.

“Ori, take off your clothes”.

“Please….please sir”, the tear flowed effortlessly.

“I won’t hurt you. You won’t suffer again too. I’ll take care of you and your mother”

His cold eyes stared at me. He looked straight into my eyes and shed his clothes like a professional stripper. Only thing was his body was a curse to the stripping occupation. His boxers band was perfectly made invisible by the large tummy. I wondered how his legs could withstand the weight of his upper body.

Trunkal obesity.

He moved closer and removed my clothes. I stood there with my lower jaw shaking like the tyres of a keke napep plying a bad road.

He pinched both nipples and sucked on them.

I sucked on my tears.

He hurriedly removed his boxers and put me on our sofa.

If only he would stop perspiring and shaking like a dog on heat. By this time, I stopped feeling anything. Not even the pain that came with chewing a nipple like a nervous student chews on the cover of his eleganza biro.

The next time I felt anything was when he penetrated me. I felt the pain in my head, through my ears. I grabbed my head with both hands and covered my ears. I felt a massive headache. The tear flow resumed. I turned my head to the side; I couldn’t bear to watch him ride me. As far as I was concerned, this wasn’t me. I would soon wake up and narrate my dream to Mama.

My dream was interrupted by the sound that I thought came from a tap “coughing” to bring out water. But we didn’t have a tap. I opened my eyes and saw Honorable with his eyes closed and body twitching. The sound came from him.

He dressed up faster than he ejaculated.

“Clean the blood. You are a good girl”, he said as he struggled to close the last 3 buttons on his shirt distributed over his abdomen.

I sat up and watched him leave. He got to the door and said “Ori, I will see your mother”.

Ori again.

Tears.

I got up to have my bath and clean the circular patch of blood on our cream coloured 3-sitter sofa. I was still in the bathroom when I heard Mama call my name. I didn’t answer her.

I met her on my bed with two packs of 500 naira notes beside her.

“Sit down”, she patted the money beside her.

I quietly sat on the opposite side of the bed, far from my mother and the money.

“I would have done it but he didn’t want me. He said I’m too old and you can agree with that too. He needed someone young and wanted you”.

“Mama…how could you do this to me, your only daughter, because of money?”

“Shut up, you bastard”, Mama screamed, “I suffered throughout my life for you and you are questioning me?”

“I cannot do this Mama”

I broke down into tears.

“Yes, you will. Till we have enough money to send you to school and take care of us. He can’t do that for free again. He would come to visit you once a week. You are not going to be useless”. Mama walked out of the room.

I “serviced” Honorable every week for the next 4 months, except when I was on my period and I had to show the evidence of a stained pad to him. Ridiculous. I hated him. I hated the sofa. I hated our comfort.

Mama finally put on weight but not with my “cake fat”.

She came home one day and told me I wouldn’t be seeing Honorable again. I was glad. I didn’t care what went wrong, or right in this case.

“There is this new man I want to introduce you to”, she said.

I turned to look at her face. Emotionless. Mama had become my pimp.

“I don’t want any man again. The money we have is enough”.

“Orimisan, it is not enough until I say so”.

Just like kissing scenes in 24, love was scarce in our household. I was starting to hate mama.

“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I do not want any man. Use your body too”.

When did Mama’s palms become this soft?, was my thought as the hot slap from her kissed my cheek. Mama got a hotter one from me and she fell down and started gasping.

I knelt over her and called her. I got a faint sound from her. I called Honorable with the phone mummy passed down to me when she got a new one.

Few minutes later, we were in one of the best hospitals in Lagos and the doctor said Mama would be OK.

“What we are treating here is congestive heart failure. We also discovered she is hypertensive. She is having difficulty breathing but she’s been placed on oxygen. She needs to rest”, the doctor told Honorable.

Honorable patted me and said he would come back. He had to get some things done.

“Can I see her?”, I asked the doctor.

He directed me to the room.

“Do not disturb her”

Mama laid there on the bed almost lifeless. A wire from the oxygen tank that stood by was passed into her nose.

I stood over her and called her name. She opened her eyes slightly and closed it again. I did not feel sorry for her.

I removed the wire from her nose. The tank whistled. I watched as Mama struggled for breath and then she stopped. I quietly walked out of the room and out of the hospital.

I packed all the money in Mama’s safe and some of my clothes. I am still on the run, I don’t know where and when I will stop.

My life is about to begin again…without mama.

XOXO

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49 Responses to “Dear Diary: My Confession (Part 3)”
  1. @McNiche says:

    first to comment?! šŸ˜€

  2. zeesparklez says:

    This is too sad. What form of mother would watch that happen to her child. Abiamo aye o. Smh.
    Lovely story.(Y)

  3. @McNiche says:

    Ok… now, lemme read… hehehehe…

  4. rinolee says:

    :O, mama was too wicked but why kill ur mum? She can always take all d money and run away while mama is still on her sick bed. That was too much. Ori girl yen ti san for real….Nice ending, never tot it will end dis way. (Y).

  5. zainab says:

    This is really something,beautifully written,can’t wait for the next one.:D

  6. @McNiche says:

    Deola…! it’s like u’ll have to raise this woman u just killed o… Zainab here wants part 4…

    Can’t blame her tho… Nelly Furtado asked in her song, “why do all good things come to an end…?”

    Lovely piece… Pls don’t Cc me in future posts… I ALREADY SUBSCRIBED. Yeah, your work’s that good. Pls write more.
    Cheers.

  7. Luccania Blahk says:

    ghen ghen….. and her days of chewing sim cards begins

    I’m sorry for Ori, she never jam anything… it’s okada men that would be riding her. how can she kill a pimp that got her an honourable as a client

  8. raihanah says:

    ..The Hate from a daughter that compels to kill her own mother?? That is a passionate feeling…

    Our girl will be fine for now..until she meets a girl like her…. KARMA!!!

  9. rashid says:

    we sha need part 4, haha never noticed d kissn scene in 24..

  10. mystiqqal says:

    I’m glad she killed her mother,4 cryin out loud,her boobs were stl growing! Money is indeed d root of evils šŸ˜¦

  11. TweetLoveDoctor says:

    This took a different turn than I had envisaged. This is very creative. I saw someone said on one of the previous episodes that you are a doctor, well, the question that came to mind while reading these episodes was: “Why would someone as creative as this in writing decide to be a doctor?” and, of course, I had to ask this considering that I dropped out of Medicine – howbeit, deliberately – to study another major. All the same, those were excellent writings from you. Should we be graced to see a major twist to this story? I truly hope so.

    • cassbaba noni says:

      ogami sir, the end ni opin cinema…. the blog e haff kaput for there šŸ˜¦ :p

      • TweetLoveDoctor says:

        Lai lai! Adeola knows very well the story cannot end like that. There should be more – say for instance, what did she do with the money? Where did she run to? What were her challenges when she got there? Did she ever think about her mom? Did her conscience haunt her? Did she experience nostalgia? Opin cinema ke? God forbid black and yellow something.

      • adeolaaa says:

        The story has ended sir. We don’t know where she is or what is happening because as she said “she is still on the run”. It is a present thing…in our minds. šŸ˜€

    • adeolaaa says:

      Lol. Don’t they say God’s plans are different from humans’?
      Thank you for your nice words, my ex fellow medic.

  12. BALTIMORE @balti_more says:

    i hope the money she ran away wiv is enuf 4 her not to go back even to be worse than she was

  13. authorwales says:

    Just like kissing scenes in 24, love was scarce in our household

  14. barr taiwo says:

    Murder all d way, d mum ws terrible bt dt doesn’t gv ori d ryt 2 kill her momma. 9ice work dee

  15. sharpy pearl says:

    Mama ad to survive and too bad ori was her victim of survival.tank God ori didn’t get pregnant

  16. @Frankices says:

    Woah! No one expected that. Very nice! Ish is getn serious…
    I esp like the “I needed mama to come home now” part. Still sad, still interesting.

    ā€œ

  17. Shuga Ray says:

    X_X waiting for Part 4 šŸ˜€

  18. olajohnson says:

    Bloody good writing. One hell of an imagination too. Looking forward to your next piece, Dr Deola, bestselling author…

  19. yetunde says:

    Deola,dis is soooo cool…infact.am short of words…i rem d poems u used to write in K n Q den…it has turned out to be somfin dis big!!!cant wait 4 d next story.cheers babes

  20. @tiemedoks says:

    They say u donno what u have until it’s almost sone, otherwise why now why today that am just reading this….thank God in my own case she’s not yet gone! Deaoa has been my coleague both in second sch and even now in med sch…..cut cut and I never knew there lies and engine of immagination in a jusxtaposition of creativity as part of her genetic composition…….well why am i not surp sed?? Ask her what she did to inspire me few days ago! Lastly, u got urself a new stalker in everythin u do and that’s myself ‘tiemedoks

  21. @tiemedoks says:

    They say u donno what u have until it’s almost gone, otherwise why now why today why am i just reading this….
    thank God in my own case she’s not yet gone! Deola has been my coleague both in sec sch and even now in med sch…..*cut cut

    and I never knew there is such a plexutic engine of immagination in a jusxtaposition of creativity as part of her genetic composition…….well why am i not surprised?? Ask her what she did to inspire me few days ago! One more thing, u got urself a new stalker in everythin u do and that’s myself ‘tiemedoks

    …..Lastly in case u don’t have a place to settle at yet u can always come to my room and stop running….I hope Ori emi na san enof to do somethin like this šŸ˜€

  22. @tiemedoks says:

    They say u donno what u have until it’s almost gone, otherwise why now why today why am i just reading this…. thank God in my own case she’s not. Deola has been my coleague both in sec sch and even now in med sch…..*cut cut

    and I never knew there was such a plexutic engine of immagination in a jusxtaposition of creativity as part of her genetic composition…….well why am i not surprised?? Ask her what she did to inspire me few days ago! One more thing, u got urself a new stalker in everythin u do and that’s myself ‘tiemedoks

    …..Lastly in case u still don’t have a place to settle at yet u can always come to my room and stop running so we can finish up the lovely story this time scenes 4rm 24 will be replace with those of Titanic….Well good work, very inspiring I hope someday I can refer to here as part of wht geared my writing skills

  23. enny cole says:

    What an intriguing story! Pls visit ma blog too.. http://www.ennycolesnippets.blogspot.com. #on ma knees.

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